#yoongi x reader
yoonlattesworld · a day ago
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Mafia yoongi x reader
Synopsis: you knows you shouldn't do this. You know it's forbidden. But why can't you stop? Why can't you forget him and be his brother's wife like you should be? Why now, of all the times did you decide to want something for the first time in your life?
Genre/warnings: mafia yoongi, yoongi, legal age gap(6 years), forbidden relationship, smut,fluff,angst, unprotected sex,fingering,oral(m receiving),inexperienced reader, mentions of killing, protective yoongi, younger brother's fiance au, deep throating,nipple play, breast play,riding, gun play.
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Author's pov
Your chest heaved up and down as soft whimpers left your swollen lips, with your hands flying to grip his shoulders to support yourself as his raspy voice hit your ears like a melody "look at you so fucking wet for another man" he cooed mockingly as his thumb applied more pressure on your swollen bud causing you to moan his name as you slowly rocked against his fingers which were rubbing slow circles on your clit. "Y-yoongi" you gasped as he thrusted his long finger in and out of your cunt with purpose as he found your g spot so easily, as if he has memorized each and every part of your body. you would have been ashamed if you weren't so drowned in the pleasure he was giving you. Pleasing you as if you were his woman. Your heart ached at the thought.
A low groan left his lips as he watched your eyes rolling back,your face scrunched up in pleasure as you held him desperately. His gaze falling at your heaving chest, as he breathed heavily, staring at the swell of your soft breast which was exposed to his and his eyes only. But the silk gown you were wearing didn't do much to cover you, with your matching robe lying by his feet which was discarded the moment you stepped in his room. He could see the outline of your hardened nipples brushing against his firm chest which caused you to moan his name softly "Aren't you a fucking sight to see flower?" He grunted, quickening his movements and you whimpered at the nickname, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as he whispered against your ear "come for me angel. Give it to me" his name left your lips like a chant as your high washed over you. If someone walked outside the door you were pinned to, they would be able to hear you clearly. And with the position you were both were in, nobody had to guess what was happening here. You pinned against the door of your fiance's older brother's bedroom. With his hand in between your thighs and your panties in his pocket.
But even with the high risk of getting caught, you didn't care. Not when he was holding you so tightly and so securely. Not when you knew that this might be the last time he holds you like this. He leaned his head against your shoulder, his one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up as you clinged onto him, feeling your legs shaking and your knees giving in.
After a few seconds of silence, he looked at you with hooded eyes, your eyes were still closed as you panted with your arms wrapped around his neck. Breathing heavily he leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment as your hands gripped his jacket. He closed his eyes so he couldn't see the small tear that escaped your eyes and slided down your rosy cheeks, which you wiped immediately thinking he didn't noticed. "You with me doll?" He mumbled rubbing your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb, and he felt his chest tighten when you opened your eyes and looked up at him like he's the most precious thing in your life. Like he's the whole world.
You nodded shyly, as he loosened his grip slightly but still kept his hands on your waist,with you looking up at him from the curtain of your hair. As you bite your bottom lip nervously, his gaze followed your movement. And he raised his hand to gently tuck your hair behind your ear. You felt your heart racing as he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips on yours with the most gentle and soft kiss you've ever had. There was no rush or lust in it. It was slow, and gentle as he moved his lips over yours smoothly. It scared you. And it scared him too. Because he could no longer ignore how he felt for you. And it scared you because you knew how you felt for him. But he didn't felt the same for you. And you would have to return to the arms of a man who you were soon to be wedded with. A man who didn't cared about you. A man who was sleeping with your sister on the night of your engagement. That was the night you and yoongi became one for the first time. When he found you crying alone, under the rain. When he couldn't stop the anger bubbling inside him as you looked at him with a broken heart. When he kissed you for the first time. It's been almost 7 months since that night. And your wedding is in a week. After that night you found yourself knocking on his door again. Gripping your robe nervously as he opened the door with a cigarette in between his lips. That night you let him take you again. This time in front of the large window in his room. Where anyone could see both of your naked bodies if they only looked up. But you weren't scared even though your chest was pressed against the glass with him pounding inside you. Because deep down you knew that he would never let anything happen to you.
Unfortunately he wasn't your first. His younger brother hyunmin took your innocence the time your wedding was decided. He didn't stopped in a drunken haze even though you begged him to. You spent another 2 hours rubbing yourself under the shower to get rid of his scent until your skin became red and raw. But yoongi handled you so gently. So softly as if you were a glass doll.
He pressed you against the door, caressing your face softly while breathing heavily. But suddenly as if he has been burned, he pulled back. Leaving you dazed and hurt as he looked away with his jaw clenched. "Get on the bed" he mumbled pulling his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. But he was stopped when you held his arm. Almost timidly. Looking at you, he let you pull him towards the bed. Staring at your soft features as you avoided his eyes nervously. He let you push him on the bed. Staring up at you as you stood in between his legs with him sitting on the edge of the bed. "I-i want to.." you whispered not looking at him "what do you want doll?" He mumbled holding your hand softly "i-i want to make you feel good too" you whispered almost inaudible but he still heard you, as you looked at him. But as you went to go down on your knees, he stopped you with a grip on your wrist causing you to look at him confused. "You don't have to flower" he breathed as you kept your hand on his shoulder "i want to" you whispered but you were stopped again and it almost caused you to think that he just wanted to get it over with you so he wouldn't have to see you again.
But your heart soared as he took his suit jacket which was probably more expensive than your old house and placed it on the floor. You shyly looked at him as he didn't said anything just like he always does. Just like he always cares for you silently. You stood on your knees on his jacket and placed your hands on his thighs looking at him. And when he nodded with a hard glup, you gently pulled down the zipper and he raised his hips to let you pull down his pants along with his briefs. You gasped as his length plunged out and slapped against his abdomen, before standing tall. The tip of his cock an angry red as pre cum oozed out of it. Yoongi gripped the bedsheets with his jaw tight and rasped out. "Don't force yourself angel" you nodded staring at his huge cock, wondering how will it fit in your mouth completely oblivious to the effect you have on him. He has had many woman in this position before. Always so willing and desperately to suck his dick. But he had zero interest in them . They were only his means to release the pent up stress and frustration which comes with his job. Because they weren't you. He never thought seeing you on your knees, so willing to make him feel good will almost make him go crazy.
He grunted a low 'fuck' as you slowly wrapped your small hand around his rock hard dick. But he could still see some hesitation and confusion in your eyes. "Spit on it doll" he mumbled breathing heavily as you looked up at him "make it wet. It'll be easier for you" you gulped nodding and spit on his cock, before spreading your saliva and his pre cum all over it. And fuck he could cum right then and there at the sight of you rubbing his dick with your delicate hands. You took a shaky breath and held his cock in a tight grip before moving your hand up and down. The small grunt that left his lips caused you to look up at him and the sight made you whimper as you felt your slick running down your thighs. He was panting slightly, staring at you with hooded eyes as you whispered "i-is this okay?" He groaned when you increased your speed and nodded mumbling "perfect doll. S-so perfect " you took a deep breath and leaned down, kissing his tip before taking him in your mouth as much as you can. A long and loud groan left his lips and his head lolled back with his jaw clenched. You tried to relax your throat and slowly took his whole cock in your mouth, taking deep breaths through your nose to fight of the gagging reflex. After you were comfortable, you started bobbing your head up and down, your hands gripping his milky white thighs to support yourself as low and raspy growls left his lips. You looked up and moaned softly, watching his leaned on his elbows, panting heavily as he forced his eyes not to roll back and stared at your face. Fuck you looked like a damn angel. So perfect, so willing to please him.
You noticed his hands gripping the sheets so hard that his knuckles were turning white. You knew he was tryingro control himself. So breathing shakily you continued your movements and sucked him softly, with your hand going towards his. He let you hold his much larger hand and gulped with a low moan when you placed his hand on the back of your head. "Don't wanna hurt you angel" he breathed out, clenching his eyes shut to control himself but you shaked your head, willing him to use you however he liked. Groaning softly he gripped your hair, gentle enough to not hurt you as his hips buckled up. You purposely massaged his balls and at the same time sucked him harder , and he lost it.
Gripping your hair with a tight jaw, he thrusted his hips upwards, at the same time guided your mouth down by your hair. You whimpered as his thrusts got harder amd harder, your nose pressing against his pubic hair as he fucked your throat. You let him use you, and only supported yourself on his thighs as a line of drool dripped down your chin. He growled at the sight of small tears filling your eyes and thrusted in harder. His moans and low growls causing you to gush as he whispered praises of how perfect you are. You noticed his abdomen muscles clenching and moaned softly, the vibrations causing his eyes to roll back a he growled out "fuck I'm coming! Goddammit y/n-" the way he moaned your name caused a warm feeling in your chest, as his cock shot ropes and ropes of his hot cum inside your mouth. You whimpered at the salty and slight bitter taste as his balls emptied completely. He panted heavily, pulling his dick out of your mouth slowly as to not hurt you and looked at you with something you couldn't quite decipher. But you dared to think of it was affection as you gulped down his seed. He leaned down towards you and tapped your chin. You opened your mouth and he groaned, his head hanging forward and mumbled "come here doll" as he held your waist causing you to hold his shoulders as he pulled you up and made you sit on his lap. "You okay?" He murmured, his gaze switching between your eyes and you nodded shyly as he tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear "i didn't hurt you?" You shook your head looking down and gasped as he suddenly flipped you around so that you were laying on his bed and he was on top of you. "Why won't you speak?" He murmured staring at you, trying to read you as you tried to avoid his eyes but he made you look at him. "Talk to me" he leaned his head against yours, closing his eyes and you took a deep breath before whispering "b-because this is the last night i get to spend with you and i don't want to ruin it with my thoughts" and looked away when you felt his breath hitch.
You suddenly felt his weight shift and panic immediately started filling inside you when you realized he was getting up. Oh god this is why you were trying to keep your mouth shut. You knew you would ruin everything. Your hand flied to reach for him as you hastily said "I-I'm sorry i didn't mean-" "do you trust me?" You stopped your movements as he mumbled that and sat up, confused, watching him taking something from the side drawer and without any hesitation you said "i do" you heard him exhale softly before he turned towards you and your breath hitched when you noticed a gun in his hand. "W-what are you-" "relax flower" he breathed out and walked towards you. Your eyes were trained on his gun which he kept on the edge of the bed. He took off his unbuttoned shirt, staring at you intensely as he stood in front of you "do you trust me angel?" He repeated and you nodded "i trust you yoongi" his jaw muscle twitched as he softly kissed the soft swell of your breast before removing the thin straps of your night gown and you helped him remove it, leaving you bare and in your most vulnerable state in front of him. The gown joined his shirt on the floor and he gently pushed you down on the bed.
"Close your eyes doll" he mumbled kissing the side of your lips and you did as he told with a pounding heart. You felt him gripping your soft thighs in his large hands and he spread your legs, leaving a perfect view of your glistening womanhood to his eyes. "Y-yoongi?" You whispered, your hand reaching for him, and he immediately held it "relax for me flower" you took a deep breath but suddenly, a cold feeling pressed against your inner thigh which caused you to flinch and then, the same coldness pressed against your womanhood causing you gasp as you held his hand tightly when he shushed you. You immediately tried to close your legs but he didn't let you and kept them wide open.
You gasped as the coldness rubbed against your swollen bud and only then did you realized that the cold object was the barrel of his gun. But it was too late as he slowly, slided the barrel inside your weeping cunt. Your mouth hanged open at the stretch as the barrel slided in easily because of how wet you were. You whimpered softly as he slowly pulled the gun out, and slided it back inside your cunt. He watched your expression carefully. So he could stop immediately if there was any discomfort on your face. But he found none. Instead, he watched your face contort in pleasure as he increased his speed, biting his lip as he watched the barrel coming out of your womanhood completely soaked "fuck you love it" he whispered groaning as he felt his half hardened cock, hardening completely at the sight of his gun inside you.
"Y-yoongi..ah" you moaned loudly as the pleasure increased with his movements when he suddenly took your perky nipple in between his lips, sucking and rolling it around his tongue. Your hands gripped his soft locks which he is growing. You always thought that long hair suited him so much. But never had the courage to say it. He grunted when you tugged his hair and sucked dark hickeys around your breasts. With his one hand still holding yours, he switched his attention to your other breast, giving it the same treatment "y-yoongi I'm c-close hah" you cried out as he sucked your sweet spot, and at the same time the barrel of the gun hit your g spot causing you to tighten around the object and when he growled out "fucking cum" your 2nd orgasm washed over you like a truck. Your mouth hanged open and some saliva dripped down your chin as your head lolled back and pressed hard against his pillow. The whole time, he stared at your face, watching you coming down from your high. And when you opened your eyes, he looked away, taking his gun out. Your eyes widened in embarrassment when he raised the gun and you saw how soaked it was. Your cheeks only got warmer when he smirked, and placed the gun on the table before looking at you again "you good?" You nodded whispering a small yes.
Despite the slight pain in your legs, you gingerly got up on shaky legs and pushed him on his back so he was laying on the bed. He watched you silently as you climbed on his lap, biting your lip as you felt his hardness underneath you. You looked at him with your doe eyes and shyly whispered "c-can i ride you?" A groan left his lips at your words and he nodded with his jaw clenched. He leaned against the pillows so he wasn't fully laying on the bed and gripped your hips, helping you slid down on his cock which was standing tall and hard. But he immediately stopped your actions with a firm grip on your waist when you whimpered in slight pain. Still sensitive from the previous orgasms "don't force yourself y/n." You nodded taking a deep breath and slowly slided down, and once you were settled on his lap completely, he rubbed your clit gently, to ease your muscles causing you to moan softly and you rolled your hips slightly, the delicious pleasure immediately causing a loud moan to leave your lips while he groaned, his grip around your hips tightly as he massaged the supple flesh "still so damn tight" he grunted and you slowly rolled your hips, grinding down against the head of his cock with a small whimper of his name.
Taking a shaky breath you slowly started bouncing up and down, your hands gripping his shoulders to support yourself as your pace increased and so did both of your moans. He growled a low 'fuck' when you rode him harder, the sound of skin slapping getting louder and louder as his hips buckled up in a hard thrust every time you came down. "Yoongi!" You cried out as he hit your g spot, causing him to thrust up at the same angle which threw you into another level of pleasure "fuck just like that doll. Y-you're doing so good. So perfect " he moaned lowly, pulling you by the back of your neck and smashing his lips on yours in a messy kiss. He swallowed your every moan and cries of pleasure as his hips matched your movements, but soon ,the pain became too much to handle. Which caused your movements to get slower. So you gasped out "y-yoongi it hurts ah! M-my legs hurt-" before you could even complete your sentence, he flipped you around with a strong arm around your waist, and you sighed as the soft sheets enveloped you with his scent.
He wrapped your legs around his waist, and buried his face in your neck, biting your sensitive skin to muffle his groans as your fingers played with his hair, and your nails scratched his back with your eyes rolling back. He could feel your walls fluttering, signaling you were close. So he increased his movements and pounded inside you harder. Hard enough for the bed to shake and he growled watching your breast bouncing with every thrust, and a small bump appearing on your lower stomach. "Who do you belong to" he mumbled holding your jaw in a rough grip to make you look at him. And without a second thought, a secret you wanted to hide, escaped your swollen lips "you! Yoongi I'm yours!" Because you knew that even after you marry his brother, your heart, your body, your everything will only belong to him. You wished he knew that.
He smashed his lips on yours as his movements got sloppier "cum with me babygirl" he mumbled and both of your high washed over you. It almost became painful but it was mixed with the overwhelming pleasure as he shot his warm seed inside you. He buried his face in your chest, as you both panted heavily with him collapsing on top of you. You immediately wrapped your arms around him. Holding him close to you and he closed his eyes, his grip around your waist tightening. None of you wanted to let go. But he knew he had to. He has to let you go before it's too late. Groaning he gently pulled his cock out of your womanhood, frowning when you whimpered softly. Forcing himself to look away from you, to ignore how beautiful you looked, he walked inside the bathroom to bring a wet cloth. Spreading your legs with so much gentleness and being even more gentle and careful while cleaning your womanhood. All the while you avoided his eyes. Because you knew what was coming next. Every time he cleaned you up, it was time for you to go. But you weren't ready to part yet. You covered yourself with the sheets as he cleaned himself and wore his pants, picking up his shirt which was lying on the floor and silently gave it to you. You sniffled quietly and took it. The silence was becoming too much that you couldn't handle it anymore.
You knew you had to say it. Even though he didn't felt the same, you wanted to tell him. Have him reject you harshly so you can forget him. But you didn't knew that your eyes spoke before your voice. "Y-yoongi " you whispered watching as he didn't looked at you once "I-I want to tell you-" "no" you looked at him surprised as he looked at you with his fist clenched "you should leave. Aren't you going to pick your rings tomorrow? Go." After a moment of silence you said "so you're okay with it?" "What?" He looked at with narrowed eyes, his breathing getting heavier by the second "you're okay with me marrying him? You're okay with me wearing a ring of his name?" "Y/n stop-" "you're okay with him touching me and showing everyone that i belong to him?" "Y/n-" "you're okay with him taking me on the night of my wedding? With me carrying his child-" "i said fucking stop!" He growled pinning you on the bed and for the first time, he looked at you with so much anger in his eyes.
Your bottom lip trembled as he breathed heavily above you, and you whispered "i lo-" "don't " his eyes were cold as you looked at him with shock and hurt. So you got your answer. You weren't anything to him. The way he was looking at you right now. It showed and gave you your answer. Of course, why did you even hoped that he would feel the same? Tears filled your eyes and his eyes hardened when he saw you crying but you were shocked when he said "if you say it, I'll kill him" "w-what?" You whispered as he pressed a soft kisa on your forehead with his jaw tight with anger and pain."If you say those words, I'll kill him to make you mine" you gasped as he suddenly stood up mumbling "leave" but you grabbed his arm and said "i love you" his eyes clenched shut and he looked down, "i love you yoongi" you whispered with tears running down your face. He turned around and grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him and you kept your hands on his bare chest ,leaning against his hand as he wiped your tears softly "last chance doll" he whispered leaning his forehead against yours "this is your last chance to leave. Because after this, I'll never let you go. I'll kill every single person who tries to come in between us or take you away from me. Even my own brother" you looked in his eyes, finding raw emotions in them, as he looked at you with a pained expression. He can't control himself any longer. It hurts him physically to even think about you getting tied to someone else.
"I don't want to leave yoongi. I'm yours" you whispered pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, and he took a deep breath, mumbling "i love you flower. I won't ever allow anyone to as much as look in your way." He sealed that promise with his kiss, desperate and needy as he pulled you flush towards him, rubbing your bare cunt in his clothed cock which was slowly hardening again, and his one hand pulling off his shirt that you were wearing. To show you the love that he had kept hidden for the last 7 months.
"You're mine"
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yoongiofmine · a day ago
Little do You Know | OT7 | Fifty Three
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Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 
Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 
Chapter warnings: Nothing in this chapter………… I’m sorry about chapter 54. 
WC: 1.5k
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“I can walk, you know?!” you yelled loud enough for everyone at the apartment to hear. 
You had been back at the apartment for the past three hours and the seven boys were ardently devoted to making sure you didn’t put any effort on yourself. Sejin had cleared their schedule for the day, after hearing what happened to you, so you had seven really cute and really hot nurses. At first it had been fun, being so spoiled and looked after. But it was starting to get on your nerves a little bit. 
The doorbell had just rang, and you knew exactly who it was. But Hoseok didn’t let you get out of bed and went to answer it himself. Hana was brought into your room by Jungkook. She had a red heart shaped balloon and a heart shaped chocolate box in her arms; no doubt foreshadowing the commercial holliday just around the corner. 
“I’m afraid I’ll have to confiscate that, Hana noona.” Jungkook said, trying to get the chocolate box from her. 
“Oh, please! I bought this myself, there’s no way anybody could have done something, and I’m not about to poison my best friend.” her eyes rolled as she let go of the balloon and opened the chocolate box in front of him. “But if you insist, I’ll eat one and you can check on me in an hour.”
Hana popped a chocolate into her mouth and ate it, making a show of proving she had swallowed it. Jungkook almost looked convinced, until she started coughing desperately and grabbing at her throat. 
“Noona! Fuck, somebody-”
Jungkook was so worried you felt sorry for the boy. Hana started laughing as you rolled your eyes at her childishness. 
“Don’t do that to him!” you scolded the girl, who was rolling on the bed from laughing too much. “I’m sorry, bun, she didn’t mean to make fun of you.” 
“Yes I did.” 
The boy was pouting when he walked up to you, leaning over to leave a small peck to your lips. “Call me if you need anything.” he kissed you again. “Or if you need me to kick her out.”
You only nodded, face positively red and warming up. Hana wasn’t laughing anymore, but she did have her eyebrows raised as she watched the exchange. After the boy was gone and the door closed softly behind him, you pulled the chocolate box to your lap. 
“Soooo.” Hana said, settling in front of you as her house slippers fell to the floor. “That was new.”
“You know I’m hooking up with them.” you told her with your mouth full of chocolate. 
“That wasn’t a ‘she’s my playmate so I want to kiss her’ kiss.” she snorted, choosing another chocolate for herself. “That was a ‘you almost died and I can’t live without you’ kiss.”
“If that’s the case, why aren’t you kissing me?” you puckered your lips playfully. 
“If I do that, they might actually poison me for real.” she laughed, back falling to the bed as she relaxed. “Besides, I know where your mouth has been now.” 
“Shut up!”
You groaned mid laugh. You had missed Hana a lot. Between your sister’s visit and the past two weeks you spent with the boys before their vacation ended, you hadn’t had a lot of time to see your best friend, only exchanging text messages and video calls. 
“How are you, boo? Truly.” Hana asked, hoping you’d be honest with her. 
And this was Hana, so of course you were. “I’m terrified.” 
“Do you really think it was that Twitter bitch?” her temper couldn’t help but be a little flared up. 
“It all points to that, yeah.” you pushed the chocolate box toward her, stomach clenching with the mere thought of the sasaeng. “Joon thinks she could be getting help from someone inside HYBE, but we don’t know who. There’s no trace of her at all.” 
“That’s really awful.” 
A knock on the door interrupted you, Seokjin coming in to deliver two glasses of orange juice for you and your friend. He had been making sure you drank a lot of fluids to help wash off any remaining toxins. You thanked him with a sweet smile and he left just as soon as he came. 
“You’re not gonna want to hear this, boo.” she started, after taking a sip of her juice. “But I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t tell you.” 
“Go ahead.” 
You took a few gulps of your juice, knowing oppa would come back soon to fetch the empty glass and it better be finished by then. 
“You know you can leave, right? If this is too much for you… If it gets too dangerous. Your contract isn’t set in stone, you can ask Hyeon-nim to be transferred to another idol.” as Hana spoke, your heart clenched with every word. “I’m sure HYBE would understand, and the boys wouldn't hold it against you either.”
“I know all that. But they need me.” you nibbled on your bottom lip because you knew that was a half assed excuse.
“Do they need you, or do you need them?”
You sighed, unable to look her in the eyes. 
"Same thing.”
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“When will we tell her?” Taehyung had asked that same thing for the past seven days now. 
“She just got home from the hospital, Taehyungie.” Jimin muttered. “Even I don’t think this is a good time.”
“Then tomorrow?” he pushed. 
The boys were reunited in the living room of your apartment, mindlessly channel surfing while you showered. The dinner was heating up in the oven, just waiting for you to join them. 
“We should wait until Monday.” Jungkook mumbled, looking at his socked feet. 
“What’s on monday?” Namjoon asked the maknae. 
“It’s Valentine’s day.” Yoongi answered as he bit the corner of his thumb. 
The seven men were quiet after that, each thinking of all of the possibilities the date could bring. What they hoped it would bring. It was a good thing that they dropped the subject since not even five minutes later you walked into the living room, dressed in your old pajamas that always brought comfort to you. Your hair was in a crooked bun on the top of your head and you didn’t have a smudge of makeup on your face, but they never saw anyone more beautiful. 
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you giggled. 
“Just waiting for you so we could have dinner, sweetheart.” Seokjin got up from the couch and his movements set all the others off. 
“You didn’t have to!” 
You followed the men into your kitchen as Yoongi made you sit down at the table while they brought the plates and food to you. Jimin served your plate as Jungkook filled a glass of juice. Knowing Jin, he would hand feed you too, should you let him. 
“Did you call your father, kitten?” 
“He called me.” you answered him after biting half of a dumpling. “Sana saw it on the internet and told him, so he was worried.”
“Rightfully so. At least the news didn’t talk about what really happened.” Namjoon commented, starting to get riled up. 
“Let’s talk about something else, I just want to eat in peace.” Hoseok sighed, picking a good piece of meat from the grill and dropping it to your plate. “How’s Sukie?”
“She’s good. Having fun at school and learning new things.” you told them with a fond smile. “She said she’s making a card for Kookie.” 
“For me?” the boy lit up at the mention of his name. 
You nodded, telling him how she had told you over the phone all about her new school friends and teachers. Appa also told you she had been trying to be more social now, even asking to stay at school a little longer to play with the other kids. And you knew it was because of the boys and all of the forced socializing she did while staying in Seoul with you. 
The dinner moved on as it always did, food being devoured and loud boys being loud. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You couldn’t really explain why, but as the night moved on, you had a bad feeling in your gut. As if the little voice inside your head was telling you to not get comfortable. You chucked it aside, blaming your nerves and anxiety, you had been through a lot lately. And the conversation with Hana also didn't help all that much. You wondered if you'd ever get to a point where you'd have to leave them because it would be too dangerous for you to stay. 
After the boys had already left, you were in your bathroom brushing your teeth when your phone pinged with a new notification. You hoped it was one of the boys inviting you to sleep over, since your anxiety was making your palms clammy and your heart was trying to beat out of your chest, as much as you told yourself there was no reason to be worried. 
And you believed that.
Until you opened the text.
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lavenjoon · a day ago
𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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summary: cuddling headcanons with the members of bts bc I’m touch deprived and mad about it
genre: fluff!! fluffy as shit!!!
warnings/notes: mildly suggestive, use of profanity, plus-sized body appreciation <3
pronouns: none used
wc: 1.5k
a/n: thanks so much for being my first request! I hope you don’t mind me adding the rest of the members, I just couldn’t resist. :) Yoongi’s section has me twirling my hair and kicking my feet rn I adore him (p.s., if you’re new here, I write plus-sized reader fanfiction! If you’re into that, check out my blog!)
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kim namjoon
Namjoon isn’t one for pda, but behind closed doors is another story. It almost seems that he’s trying to make up for the lack of affection outside of your home, because when you’re inside he cannot keep his hands off of you.
You cuddle on the couch late at night when Namjoon’s reading, curled between his spread legs as he traces light fingers over the expanse of your thick thighs sprawled across his. In the bathtub when you lean back against his chest, sinking into the warm water as his hands rub at your soft, round stomach. And in bed at all times of day, your favorite being in the morning when you’ve just reunited after a night’s sleep on opposite ends of the mattress, because Namjoon kicks in his sleep and that’s a wrath you’d rather not face again.
Namjoon’s hands always roam lightly, lovingly, like it’s the only moment he’ll have to feel you, lay you out in his mind like a map for which every soft curve, crease and crevice is to be burned into his memory as if he lived for you and only you. Cuddling is always very intimate for you and Namjoon.
kim seokjin
With Seokjin it’s always lighthearted and fun. It’s giggling between freshly washed bedsheets, tucking fluffy hair out of his eyes and behind his ears so that you can lay your lips against his forehead and watch him smile up at you like you’re the only other person in the world.
He tickles you sometimes just because he wants to hear you laugh, because in those moments it’s his favorite sound. His fingers prod at your soft stomach, to which you twitch and swat at his hands playfully, wrestling over him and pinning his hands to the mattress. He promises he won’t do it again if you let him go, and you know it’s complete bullshit. Still, you let him go, and how quickly you pay the price surprises you every time. He rolls over you, attacking every ticklish area on your body until you’ve asked him to stop (because he’s a king who respects boundaries).
With Seokjin, it’s laying nose-to-nose, having deep talks about life late at night and sharing sweet kisses in between sincere words. Holding his face in your hands and telling him how beautiful he is and he, forgoing the confidence he wields on camera, flushing under your fingers.
min yoongi
Cuddling Yoongi is so frequent, it feels like a basic necessity. Like people need food, water, shelter, Yoongi needs a daily nap on your chest. And it’s his favorite that way.
He likes having you backstage with him the morning before a concert, so that he can lay you down on one of the couches in a secluded corner of the makeup room and cuddle up to you, no more than a few words or grunts exchanged.
And after a night of no sleep, he’s out like a light. His cheek squished against your chest, lips parted and exhaling soft breaths as you pet his hair and scroll through your phone, maybe even snapping a photo of the moment because Yoongi just looks the most peaceful in your arms.
It almost always stirs up the staff, because what they see of Yoongi in his waking hours is not nearly as gentle and relaxed as the Yoongi they see sleeping on your chest. They awe as they pass, smiling at you as if to thank you for providing the man that hardly sleeps a safe space to rest.
And when he wakes up with you rubbing his shoulder, smiling softly and speaking in a gentle tone, “Yoongi, you have to go get your hair done,” he huffs, grumbling as he stumbles to his feet and turns to walk away. Before he gets too far, he turns back, bends over you and pushes your hair from your face, planting a soft kiss against your lips before grumpily heading to his stylist.
jung hoseok
Cuddling with this bucket of sunshine is so casual, sometimes it feels less like cuddling and more like…hanging out…in really close proximity….
Hoseok’s not one for super intimate cuddle sessions unless he’s really needing it, then he’d welcome them happily. These are the days that the weight of being an idol falls just a little too heavily on his mind, where all he can do is sit in bed and worry about what hasn’t yet happened. It’s these days he asks to hold you close, wraps his arms around your shoulders and clings to the fabric of your shirt as if you’d slip between his fingers like sand at any moment. You remind him that you won’t, though, that none of it will, and your words calm the storm behind his worrying eyes.
But on the days that all is well, when he can enjoy his time with you in the moment because he’s not worrying about the what-if’s of the future, he loves the simple displays of affection. Like when you rest your head on his chest and he throws his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side while watching the newest Disney movies with the bandmates. Or when you’re both too tired for anything more than interlocking your pinkies as you fall asleep next to one another in bed. And when you caress the back of his palm with your thumb as he works on his newest album in his studio, his heart just melts.
park jimin
Park Jimin, a hopeless fucking romantic if I’ve ever seen one. This man just adores physical touch, so I have no doubt he loves cuddling, too. And he loves how perfect you are for cuddling.
You know all of the tricks, how he likes his scalp massaged, his favorite cuddling positions, when he needs what, not to mention how soft and plentiful you are. One of his most favorite positions is laying between your beautiful, full thighs, wrapping his arms around your soft tummy and nuzzling against it as you play with his hair. And if your stomach growled, (because I know mine most definitely would) he’d laugh and ask if you’d had enough to eat that day, just to make sure, because his baby ain’t skippin’ no meals. Not on his watch.
I think Jimin would especially enjoy cuddling after being intimate, when you’re both completely naked and vulnerable. He’d love to hold you close, or to have you hold him close, and savor the feeling of your bodies pressed against one another in a different kind of way. In a way that brings you closer, not just physically, but emotionally.
kim taehyung
I think cuddling with Taehyung could be either incredibly intimate or nonchalant.
There are days where he just feels like setting his head in your lap and closing his eyes, sinking into the feeling of your chubby fingers brushing through his soft strands and scratching lightly at his scalp. His sighs of contentment always tug a smile at your lips, and you know he appreciates the small gestures like this.
Other days, he grabs you by the hands and takes you into the living room, switching on the speakers that play whatever new jazz artist he’s been listening to, and grabbing you by your thick waist, pulling you to him and singing into your ear tenderly as he sways you both side-to-side.
Seeking out physical affection can be a little difficult for Taehyung at times, especially when he’s upset and isn’t sure how to verbalize his needs, so he always appreciates when you initiate it first. And after some time, you’ve picked up on cues, like the way he eyes your lap when he’s thinking about plopping his head onto it. When you catch on, you pat your thighs, smiling softly at him, to which he grins and obliges blissfully.
jeon jungkook
Jungkook can get really handsy while cuddling, so much so to the point where you have to tell him to knock it off at times, unless he wants to end up putting in more work than you both had originally planned. Wink, wink.
God, does he just fucking love the way you feel in his hands. When you’re laying against his chest, one of your thick legs thrown over his torso, he can’t help but grab handfuls of the flesh of your ass, squeezing playfully as you squeal and knock his hand away. It’s alright, though, because you get your revenge every time you catch him bent over with his backside facing you.
What? It’s fair game.
Though Jungkook loves your body and just wants to show you how much he does all the time, he knows where to draw the line. He most cherishes the feeling of you resting peacefully against his chest, and that’s a feeling he’d never compromise. He remembers you once telling him that he feels sturdy and safe, like home, and he wears that badge of honor with the pride of a lion.
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vyduan · 2 days ago
Home Ch 1: Is This My Beautiful Wife?
Author: vyduan Pairing: eventual OT7 | Reader, Min Yoongi | Reader, Kim Seokjin | Reader, Jung Hoseok | Reader, Kim Namjoon | Reader, Park Jimin | Reader, Kim Taehyung | Reader, Jeon Jungkook | Reader Genre: Supernatural AU, fluff, middle-aged characters, slice of life, poly, smut, established relationships Word Count: 6.9K Rating: Explicit Warnings: swearing, kissing, breast play, consensual m/f sex, m/m/m/f sex, fingering, oral (m to f, f to m), cum eating, m to f penetration, anal fingering (f to m, m to m), hyung kink, wing play (uh, yeah), sex with a pregnant person, consensual choking during sex, saying “good girl/boy/pet” (pet being endearment not like pet play or master/pet dynamics), asking permission to come, discussions of mortality
Notes: Special thanks to @sugalaritae, @hamsterclaw, @miscelunaaa, @reliablemitten for listening to me scream about this fic. Chapter title is from one of my favorite songs ever, "Once in a Lifetime" by the Talking Heads. 
Summary: Uh, the OT7 supernatural filth but like cozy and middle-aged with a passel of children that no one asked for. Blame Park Jimin’s Folio Teaser (even though he’s not even in the scene) but like fuck him and fuck me. 
Home Masterlist [IN PROGRESS]: 01 | TBD | AO3
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1. Is This My Beautiful Wife?
“You alright, love?” Yoongi asked as he entered his shared room with you.
You pouted, clutching your huge belly while splayed on your side with multiple pillows stuffed between your legs, under your stomach, behind your back and under your sleek, black wings. “No,” you grumbled. “You did this to me.”
“Technically, we won’t know if that’s true until we get the paternity test back,” he corrected gently. Your moods were unpredictable of late, even for a seer like him. “It could’ve been Seokjin.”
He braced himself for a pillow to be launched in his direction, but it seemed as if you were really just too tired.
“I thought you were a seer from a long line of powerful seers. ‘Y/N-ah, the Mins are the oldest seer family in Korea,’ you said. What’s the point of being so fucking powerful if you can’t even tell who the father is.”
“That’s not how it works,” Yoongi replied agreeably. He sank next to you on the mattress and loosely massaged your shoulders and back.
You moaned happily though your words still carried a sting. “That’s what you always say when you don’t know something.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss your temple. “No need to expose all my secrets, love,” he murmured. “Seokjin made you some soup. Want me to bring some up or can you make it downstairs?”
“I’ll go down,” you said as you slowly pushed yourself up. “Who’s home?”
“Namjoon took Michaela and Gabi to taekwondo, Taehyung is out with co-workers, Jimin and Jungkook took Rafe and Uri to the park, so I guess that just leaves us and Hobi,” Yoongi replied.
“Oh, that’s nice. Hobi’s energy is soothing to be around.”
Yoongi kissed you again. “He really is. Come on, before Jinnie storms up here and pretends to be mad. No need for him to get in one of his states.”
“Mmmmm,” you hummed. “I suppose I should put on pants.”
Yoongi laughed. “Hoseok’s seen you in far less.”
“I suppose he has,” you mused as you pulled on a loose dress. “But that doesn’t mean he wants to see me waddle downstairs in just a tank top and underwear.”
Yoongi reverently stroked your belly. “His loss.”
“LIES,” you snorted. “I don’t know why I thought this pregnancy wouldn’t ruin my body any more than the others. I swear there are new stretch marks popping up everywhere and my skin feels too small and weren’t the other four supposed to pre-stretch my body? Like, why?”
“Hmmm, that’s gonna hurt you on the dating market,” Yoongi said flatly.
You smacked him lightly on the arm. “You’re the worst,” you grumbled as you both laughed.
“I’m your favorite,” he replied as he wrapped himself around your back, slotting his body between and under your wings. He loved that your hair was still wrapped in your bright satin scarf making the curve of your neck far more accessible. He kissed you on your neck and gently caressed your breasts. “I’ve always been your favorite.”
“I thought you didn’t want to make Jinnie and Hobi wait,” you smiled.
He loved how warm and slightly unwieldy you got when with child. Yoongi could never get over the miracle of his children being grown in your body. It didn’t matter to him whether he was the genetic progenitor or not. If they came from you, they were his.
“Not my fault you’re so hot,” he muttered as he nibbled along the sensitive skin behind your ears.
You were stunning. A fecund testimony to the persistence of life. The promise of a future. A legacy of their love.
Your stomach growled. Loudly. He sighed. “We should probably feed you.”
“You gonna be okay?” You asked as you reached behind and lightly stroked his hard length.
His cock twitched.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before Seokjin makes fun of me even more. He’s going to smell this all over me.”
“What? Your desperation?”
Yoongi turned you around and pulled you in close. He lunged for your mouth and devoured you, tonguing your lips apart. He sucked your plush lower lip into his mouth, pulsing and aching. He reached down to rub your clit in light circles, delighting in how he could already feel your arousal through the thin cloth of your dress. He wanted to plunge himself deep into your heat. From your whimper, he could tell you desired the same.
“Who’s desperate now, love?” he teased into your mouth.
You panted. “I’m always desperate for you, Yoongi,” you husked.
Yoongi directed you back to the mattress and laid you out slowly, dragging your ass to the edge. He dragged down his joggers down to his thighs, spat on his hand and stroked his cock a few times. “I can be quick. Catch me if you can,” he smirked as he slid your panties to the side, pleased to see the way your dress pooled at your hips.
“Yoongi,” you whined. “Please.”
He supported your legs on his shoulders and then thrust into your warmth. No matter that he’d known the sweet clench of your cunt for decades. No matter that as a seer, he could never see his own future. You would always be new to him. You would always be his future.
He spelled off your dress. Sometimes, it was really very convenient to be a witch. 
“I love you, Y/N,” he grunted as he fucked into you, quick and hot and dirty. He massaged your thick thighs, marking your dark, blue-black skin temporarily with his large hands. He licked and kissed your ankles and the curve of your calves. “Want you, love. Always want you. Especially when you’re huge with my baby.”
You were close. He could tell from your mewls and the way you squirmed beneath him. And still, you had the presence of mind to retort, “Oh, so now you take responsibility, hmmm?” He clearly wasn’t fucking you hard enough.
“All your babies are mine,” he growled. “Just as Seokjin is yours, he is mine, too. And so, all your babies are his, too. Mine. Yours. Ours. It’s all the same.”
You palmed your breast with a rough hand. “If this is how you give fortunes, it’s a wonder anyone can ever confirm what has come to pass.”
“Insolent demon,” he grinned. He increased his pace. “Gonna fuck all your words out of you, Y/N.”
“Still… waiting…” you huffed.
This could not stand.
Yoongi redoubled his efforts. He scooped his hands under your ass, adding a snap to his hips each time he slammed his cock into your sweet flesh. You were luminous. He never tired of how you begged for him, the way you surrendered all your power and submitted to his ministrations, claiming it back after. He watched as your heavy breasts swayed as he pounded into you, the round of your belly only partially blocking his view.
“You feel so fucking good, love,” he ground out. “Wanna make you feel good, too.” He reached between you and thumbed at your clit, sliding easily in your mess. “You take me so well. Take all of me like the good girl you are, yeah?”
You answered in moans and punctuated breaths.
“The only thing that would make this better is if Jinnie hyung were here to fuck your mouth, huh? Maybe Hoseok would like to watch, too,” he taunted. “Should I stop and call for them?”
“No need to call for us, Yoongi,” he heard Seokjin’s bright voice cut in. “I could smell you all the way from the kitchen. How dare you sneak dessert before the main course?”
“Hyung,” Yoongi gasped, his dick getting harder now that Seokjin was here. “I was hoping you’d come. Is Hobi here, too?”
“I’m here,” Hoseok’s familiar voice chimed in. “What if I didn’t just want to watch?”
“Then I guess it depends on how hungry Y/N is,” Yoongi cracked even as he continued to fuck and rub. “What do you say, love?”
You whimpered some more. “Please,” you eked out.
“Please what, darling?” Seokjin had already unbuckled his belt, his trousers gaping open. “Want me to fuck your mouth? Have Hobi eat you out after Yoongi fills you up with his cum?”
“Yes,” you pleaded, your voice thready and insistent.
“I’ll allow it on one condition,” Seokjin said, his voice a silken caress. Yoongi shivered. His hyung was danger and safety all in one. “Since you’ve been rude enough to keep us all from dinner, you can only come after we all do.”
Hoseok chuckled darkly. “That doesn’t seem fair, Jinnie. You know Yoongi was the reason she was delayed. Should he be allowed to come first — let alone at all?”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Seokjin promised. “I’ll take care of him later. Isn’t that right, pet?”
Yoongi almost came from that stipulation alone. “As you wish, hyung,” he whispered. “I’m sorry love, I guess we weren’t quick enough,” he added, addressing you.
“Traitor,” you hissed.
“Shhhhhhh,” he comforted as removed his hand from the apex of your thighs. “Seokjin and Hoseok will take care of you. You’ll be good for them, right? As good as you’ve been for me?” Yoongi was so close. “Hyung, please.” He wanted so much.
Seokjin was behind him in an instant. “Oh, now you’re asking for my permission? You think you deserve it after dropping your honorifics?” Yoongi felt Seokjin’s crooked fingers mold around his throat. “You gyopos.”
“Your age is showing, hyung,” Yoongi needled. He yearned for Seokjin’s hand to squeeze. “Gotta adapt with the times.”
“Impudent boy,” Seokjin snarled, an echo of Yoongi’s earlier admonition to you. His hand tightened around Yoongi and the coil of fire in his gut tightened, too. “I have been alive for over half a millenia. You think I need lectures on adapting with the times from one such as you? Who do you think led the Korean diaspora in this gods-forsaken country?”
Through the haze of his desire, Yoongi briefly noted how Hoseok had already crawled onto the bed and was busy tongue fucking your mouth, his hands wandering over your breasts and belly.
Yoongi relished in how you looked blissed out, your expression heavenly. “Fuck, love, you’re gorgeous.”
“Thanks, Yoongi,” Hoseok muttered.
He barked a laugh. “I meant Y/N but I suppose you do, too.”
“Flatterer,” Seokjin whispered in his ear. He increased the pressure Yoongi felt at his throat. “Look at them, Yoongi. Look at how greedy they are for each other.” Seokjin’s hot tongue licked the hull of his ear. “Is this what you envisioned when you agreed to get Y/N for dinner?”
“Yes,” he scraped.
Seokjin slid his free hand low, fondling Yoongi’s balls, tugging while managing to press his taint just the way Yoongi liked it.
“Fuck, hyung,” he groaned.
“Have I been neglecting you of late, my pet? You could have just told me what you wanted, darling,” Seokjin breathed. “You know I’ll always take care of my sweet Yoongi.”
Yoongi’s insides melted. No one — not even you — could make him feel as small and safe as Seokjin. “‘S more fun this way, hyung,” he confessed, “wanted you to notice. Wanted you to smell us. To smell me.”
Seokjin nipped Yoongi’s ear and pressed even harder on the outside of his prostate. Yoongi was going to explode but still, he waited for permission. “Do you need to come, my pet? Want to fill up our best girl with your filthy cum and watch Hobi lick it out of her?”
“Yes.” Yoongi was amazed he could even speak. All he wanted was to please his favorite people in the world. “Please, hyung. Can’t hold out much longer.”
“What do you need, darling?” Seokjin asked even as he suddenly crushed either side of Yoongi’s esophagus.
Yoongi came.
Seokjin released his hold around his neck and turned his face gently. “There’s my good pet,” he mouthed as he kissed Yoongi, his plush lips petal soft against the rough chap of Yoongi’s.
You whined in complaint as Yoongi pulled out of you. He placed another tender series of kisses down your calf. “Sorry, love. I made a mess,” he said. “I know how you and Hobi both hate messes.”
“Yoongi,” Hoseok frowned, his pout in a perfect equilateral triangle as he watched Yoongi’s seed seep out of you. Gods, Yoongi loved that triangle. Hoseok kneeled in front of you and settled your legs on his shoulders after removing your soiled panties. “This is going to require a lot of work. You better be prepared to help me.”
Yoongi sank to his knees behind Hoseok and straddled the younger man’s legs. He reached around Hoseok and swiped his hand into the mix of your arousal and his own release even as his other hand roughly tugged Hoseok’s designer sweats down. Yoongi wrapped his dripping palm around Hoseok’s straining erection.
“Better?” he rasped as he draped himself around the healer’s back, his free hand finding a puckered nipple and twisting it.
Hoseok merely grunted a response being as his face was now shoved deep into your pussy. The sticky, tacky sound of his friend’s lapping and slurping sent another jolt of arousal through Yoongi.
Yoongi recognized that he was no longer a young man, his refractory period much longer than the fifteen minutes it was when he was in his twenties. But that didn’t mean his brain wasn’t still functioning as his largest sexual organ. It just meant that the message didn’t quite get to his dick as quickly — but that had its benefits, too. It meant he could concentrate wholly on the pleasure of the people he was with. He was nothing if not an attentive lover.
“Come on, Hobi,” he cajoled as he slowly stroked Hoseok, adding a flick to his wrist or thumbing his slit. “Feast on our girl for us, yeah? Hyung will take care of you.”
The low moan of pleasure Hoseok loosed thrilled Yoongi to his core. He loved his life, even if the sex had slowed down thanks to the changing rhythms of life’s seasons. He flicked his gaze up and was rewarded with a view Seokjin’s perfect ass and triangular back rippling with muscle.
“Tell me what you’re doing, hyung,” Yoongi grated out. “Wanna know how you’re stuffing our girl full.”
“Y/N is taking me so well, aren’t you, darling?” Seokjin crooned. “Mmmm? Yoongi can’t hear you, my sweetling. Can’t have my favorite demon deny our favorite seer, can we?”
You responded with a wet garbled sound and Yoongi’s heart soared. “You sound so good, love,” he encouraged. “Do you need lube? You know how hyung likes it when you fuck him with your fingers.”
Seokjin laughed low and hoarse. “Don’t pretend it’s for me, my greedy pet. I know you love seeing Y/N’s fingers in me.”
“It can be both, hyung,” Yoongi replied. “Besides, I’ll need some for Seokseok anyway.”
Hoseok whined under him. Yoongi covered the younger man in butterfly kisses.
“Hush, sweetheart. Hyung will be right back.”
Yoongi forced himself up, his knees creaking. He quickly retrieved the lubricant. He lifted your hands and inserted finger after finger into his mouth, sucking and laving your digits with his tongue. Your muffled cries of pleasure made him smile. He really was a lucky fucker. Hoseok’s slight tug on his leg reminded him of his unfinished business and so he dribbled a generous amount of the oil onto your clever fingers. You immediately spread Seokjin with your other hand and began your methodical way to Seokjin’s puckered hole.
“Fuck,” Yoongi swore. “Aren’t you all a fucking sight.”
With that astute observation, Yoongi returned to Hoseok, easing himself down to the floor.
“Miss me, love?” he asked as he warmed the lube in his hands so Hoseok wouldn’t get cold. At his partner’s assent, Yoongi matched you press for press, mirroring the way you were slowly taking Seokjin apart. With his other hand, he resumed the slick glide up and down Hoseok’s throbbing dick. “You’re doing so well, Hobi,” he praised.
Though Hoseok’s head was in the way, Yoongi knew from past experience that he was debauching you the way you deserved. He could tell by the way your fingers occasionally faltered as you slipped in and out of Seokjin, too rocked by Hoseok’s talented mouth.
With the way Hoseok was now desperately thrusting up into Yoongi’s hand and then pushing back down onto Yoongi’s other hand, Yoongi also knew Hoseok was at his limit.
“Hyung,” he called out. “Our Hobi wants to come. Can you hear all the pretty sounds he’s making?”
Seokjin turned his head, the blazing fire in his eyes pinning Yoongi in place. “Give me a moment, my pets.”
“You hear that, Hobi?” Yoongi soothed. “Hold out just a bit longer. You’ve been such a good witch for us.”
Seokjin upped the intensity of his thrusts, pushing your whole body back. “There’s my darling demon,” he growled as he fucked your mouth. “Fuck, your throat is so tight.”
Even from Yoongi’s angle, he could see how red the fae’s neck and pointed ears were. Yoongi spelled away Hoseok’s annoying shirt and left purple blooms along his back and shoulders in reaction to his hyung’s aggression. He could feel his cock slowly coming back to life.
“Gonna come, Y/N,” Seokjin cried, his pelvis slamming into you. “Swallow me all down like the good girl you are, my heart.”
Yoongi’s grip and fingers sped up to meet Seokjin’s erratic rhythm, knowing that Hoseok was barely holding himself together.
“Fuck!” Seokjin snarled as he came. Yoongi watched as the beautiful muscles of his ass clenched and unclenched. Gods, what a fucking view. Yoongi didn’t know how Seokjin still had the presence of mind to remember Hoseok, but his hyung never let them down. “Come for your hyung, Hobi. Let hyung hear you.”
That was all the encouragement Hoseok needed. He sobbed as he spurted all over Yoongi’s hand, hot and viscous. Yoongi finger fucked Hoseok through his orgasm until his wails hitched into oversensitivity. He slowly withdrew from the healer’s heat, another pulse of arousal hitting him as he observed the gaping hole his fingers left. Hoseok was too good to him.
“Did I hurt you, love?” he asked.
“Nothing I can’t fix,” replied Hoseok, still breathy and spent.
Yoongi looked up and Seokjin was kissing away your tears, lightly stroking your jaw and murmuring sweet nothings to you as you writhed in thwarted completion. “Are you okay to help our girl come first?”
“Always,” he replied as he wiped his glistening face.
“Love, how do you want us?” Yoongi asked, gently kissing up your delicious thighs.
“Wanna be fucked, Yoongi,” you begged. “But I know you all just came —”
“Must be your lucky day then,” said Yoongi. “Mine, too, I suppose.” He paused. “Is that acceptable to you, hyung?” he asked quietly.
“Of course, darling. Make our perfect girl cream on your cock, Yoongichi,” the older man replied, his voice now his normal sweet and gentle timbre.
Yoongi kissed the slight hollow where your leg met your center. “Do you want to shift positions, love?” he inquired. “I know how it gets uncomfortable after you’re on your back for a while.”
“Can you fuck me from behind?” you asked tiredly. “And could someone kiss me and touch me from the front?”
“As you wish, darling,” said Seokjin. He helped you rearrange yourself and then beckoned Yoongi to come over to slot behind you. “Is your jaw too tired, Hoseok?”
Hoseok nodded. “I can stroke your wings, Y/N. Would you like that?”
You shuddered. “Yes, please,” you panted. “You give the best wing massages, Hoseok, and they’re a little sore from being crushed.”
Hoseok obediently swept his delicate hands up and down the outer rib of your wing and you moaned long and low. Yoongi’s cock twitched to full attention and he was grateful your entrance was still a slippery mess. He slipped right in and your sigh deepened.
“Fuck, yes,” you groaned. “Jinnie,” you begged, “need your mouth.”
Seokjin slid into place in front of you and held you carefully by the jaw. “Whatever you need, darling.”
Yoongi chose that moment to change his angle slightly. The way Seokjin caught your cries in his mouth told him he’d hit your spot just right. He carefully dug his thumbs into your hips, massaging your pressure points. He closed his eyes, wanting to focus only on the way your cunt clenched around his cock. He sensed Hoseok treating your sensitive wing with great care and he was once again grateful that you were such a woman who could attract such kind and attentive people. It spoke so much of who you were as his mate, his demon, his children’s mother.
“Jinnie,” you whimpered. “Wanna come, oppa,” you slurred.
“Need help?” the fae asked softly. “Tell oppa what you need.”
“Want your fingers on my clit, Jinnie,” you demanded. “Please,” you implored.
Yoongi assumed Seokjin obliged when your hips twitched. Yoongi undulated his body and swirled his pelvis, determined to help you come and come quickly.
“Take what you need from us, darling,” Seokjin said, his voice commanding even in its gentility. “We’ve got you.”
“Fuck,” you sobbed as you came.
Yoongi placed loving kissed down your spine.
“I love you so fucking much,” you blathered to no one. To all of them. “I’m the luckiest demon in the world,” you breathed.
Yoongi continued to fuck you through it until you hissed. He stilled, murmured a quick apology, and then slowly pulled out.
“Can I come on your wing, Y/N?” he choked. “Your wings are so fucking sexy, love.”
“Only if you or Hobi clean me up afterward. I’m too tired to take a shower,” you said.
“With our mouths or with our magic?” Hoseok clarified.
You waved a weary hand. “You can do whatever you want before you magic all this cum away.” You unfurled your outer wing like an inky canvas. “Paint me white, Yoongi.”
Fuck. You were too good to him. Yoongi pumped into his fist quickly and before he knew it, he saw his milky white seed land in thick ropes across your gleaming blue-black wing.
“What a fucking sight,” he gasped. “May I?” he asked.
“Whatever makes you happy, Yoongi.”
Yoongi reached out his hand and smeared his cum all over the ribs and panels of your wing.
“Fuck,” said Hoseok. “What a masterpiece.”
Yoongi held up his ruined palm and Hoseok licked a broad stripe, slipping his fingers into his heart-shaped mouth. Yoongi wiped his large hand on your wing again and held it out to Seokjin.
“Hyung?” he offered.
Seokjin propped himself up on one elbow and pierced Yoongi with his heavy gaze. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Yoongi felt compelled to bring himself closer, as if proffering a piece of his soul rather than his essence. The fae cleaned his hand with a series of gentle kitten licks.
The sudden growl of your stomach cut into the charged silence. You giggled. “I guess the baby wants to be fed.”
Hoseok smiled. “Where does it hurt, Y/N?”
“A better question would be where doesn’t it hurt, Hobi,” you sighed. “But I suppose mostly where I’ve been used tonight — not that I’m complaining.”
“I’ll put my hands on you to relieve the worst of it, and when we go downstairs, I’ll brew you a general pain remedy. It should help you sleep, too,” Hoseok said. “Thanks for taking care of us, babe.”
You grinned. “Likewise.”
While the two of them had been chatting, Yoongi had been busy spelling the dried stains of their lovemaking off of the sheets, their bodies, and their clothes. He even removed all traces of sex in the air out of deference to Seokjin, Jungkook, and your sharp noses.
Not for the first time did he find himself grateful for the domestic spells his halmeoni had instilled in him from a young child. When he’d complained that such duties were beneath his abilities, he’d gotten a light smack on the back of his head and a scolding of such vehemence that Yoongi had never forgotten.
“There is no higher calling than taking care of the people we love, Yoongi-yah,” his halmeoni had said. “Your living quarters, your food, your laundry — all this drudgery that has been traditionally relegated to women’s work — these are the touches that make a dwelling a home. How we care for ourselves and those within our sphere: that is the true glory. How could you young hooligans go off to achieve great things if your basic needs weren’t met? Who would pack your lunches? Mend your clothes? Give you shelter?”
“Yes, halmeoni,” he had begrudgingly answered as was expected of him.
And yet, now that he was on the back half of his forties, was she not absolutely correct? Yes, his abilities as a powerful (and accurate) seer had burnished his reputation and place in the community, but his family — his passel of children and his chosen mates and partners — they were his true pride and joy. It was in the quotidian tasks that his love shined the most, anticipating his family’s needs before they ever noticed.
Yoongi liked to think his halmeoni was proud of him wherever she had now passed to. Even seers could not peer beyond the veil; that was the realm of shamans like Taehyung, but Yoongi had never felt the need to ask. Yoongi knew deep in his heart that his halmeoni would approve of the life he’d chosen to live. Perhaps she did not quite approve of his wild days, but those were long behind him.
“What are you thinking, my poppet,” Seokjin asked, interrupting his ruminations.
Yoongi shook his head, startled to find his eyes misty. “Just how my halmeoni would be proud of us and the lives we’ve created — both the children and our own.”
“She would be. Halmeoni introduced us, after all. I think she knew even then what we’d be to each other,” Seokjin added, his voice unusually contemplative. “She was always kind to me, doting on me even though I was many times her senior.”
“She told me that when she first flew here after the war with the family who were willing to follow her into this young country, you were the one to take care of us. You showed her the safest and most thriving communities for our clan.” It had been decades since Yoongi’s halmeoni had first told him about the fae prince who had given her hope and safe harbor. How strange that he recalled it now. “I remember dreaming of your face that night and thinking you were the most beautiful man I had ever seen.”
“I thought seers didn’t dream of their own future,” Seokjin observed teasingly.
“We don’t,” Yoongi replied.
Seokjin tucked a lock of Yoongi’s overgrown hair behind his ear. “And yet here you are. Here I am.”
Yoongi glanced at you, your smooth, rich skin on your broad nose, bright eyes, and gleaming teeth. A flawless face. “Here we are,” he said quietly.
Seokjin kissed Yoongi on the forehead and turned to you. “Feeling better?” he asked.
You nodded sleepily.
“Alright then, I’ll carry you downstairs and Hoseok or Yoongi will reheat your mother’s Senegalese chicken soup — I think I finally got it right — and then back to bed you go,” he ordered.
“But I’ll miss the children,” you protested, even while yawning.
“I’ll send them up after they’ve showered and eaten, darling,” soothed Seokjin. “Don’t wait up for them.”
You allowed Seokjin to carry you. Yoongi smiled at his mates.
“Yoongs, you’re so fucking lucky,” sighed Hoseok.
Yoongi nodded and squeezed Hoseok’s bicep. “As if Jungkook doesn’t look at you the same way.”
“He is the best mate,” Hoseok agreed.
“Do you want me to remove our scents from your body?”
Hoseok leered. “And deprive Jungkook the opportunity to debauch me? He’s going to go wild with all three of you on me. That’ll teach him to go to the park and run around and play.” He shivered.
Yoongi huffed a silent laugh. “MK and Gabi are going to tease you endlessly. Just so you know.”
“The girls are too smart for their own good. Rafe and Uri will likely join in, too. I can’t believe Y/N taught them all about sex so young.”
“It’s just a bodily function,” Yoongi said. “And all of our communities and cultures are generally more accepting anyway.”
Hoseok followed you and Seokjin down the stairs. “I know, but still. I could do without pre-teens talking to me about protection and proper cleanup.”
You laughed, bright and delightful. “You of all people should appreciate their attention to cleanliness,” you retorted over Seokjin’s broad shoulder. “And you should definitely thank Yoongi for that.”
Hoseok’s piercing cackle rang through their home along with Seokjin’s squeaky laugh.
Yoongi beamed at you, wondering anew at how he’d spent almost half his life with you. If Seokjin was his refuge, the children his heart, and the rest of their motley crew his joy, you were his everlasting light. Though he was mortal and one day, he’d pass to his ancestors far earlier than either you or Seokjin ever would, even if he were to cross over now after only 46 years, it would have been a life fuller than he’d ever thought possible.
His stomach rumbled, his present intruding on his past.
Yes, he thought. His halmeoni would indeed be proud.
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soramel · a day ago
In Love and War (myg)
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This work does not reflect the true character of the real-life persons mentioned. Also, I do not own the picture above (though this picture owns me. Like, who isn't?!?!)
Yoongixreader; idol!au; romance
Part 1/3
At the time when most people are asleep, save for some who is swamped by table summaries which are to be presented later at the same day-
Labor was not your dream, but here you are, crunching nine zeroes for the capitalists. Who would have thought that real life could be this lucrative? Who would have thought creativity thrives in datasets and equations?
Almost everything could be translated into numbers.
1 for yes 0 for no
The scent of brewing coffee proliferated the space, it mixed with the fishy smell of cup noodles at three a.m. The AC was on full blast but you could feel your body sweat in self-generated body heat.
When was the last time  you took a bath?
Wetting your hair feels like washing away all the equations and tasks listed in your head. The coolness and refreshing feel of shower is not ideal right now that the presentation deadline is just around the corner. Specifically, later, in the morning.
If it wasn't just your late realization on some additional factors that could be significant on your projection, you wouldn't be this hairy oily mess. You blame your stupid brain for gearing up to be smart enough at the last minute.
If it were someone else, they could have just go through as planned, but not you. You hate doing things half-assed.
If there's something to milk out of the cow, you'll squeeze the tits high and dry.
In this case, that cow is Min Yoongi. Producer /  Songwriter / Rapper / Singer / Model / Influencer / The GOAT - not only of the Company you work for, but also of the industry he works in.
On that thought, cow isn't a fitting comparison.
"Hey, you're still here?"
Your ears perked up at the sudden noise that cut through your silent working space.
You found Min Yoongi, a.k.a the Greatest of All Time, by the door. His forehead scrunched as he sniffed the foul smell of your office.
"Do you live here?" he asked further.
You stood up from your swivel chair and subtly squirmed at the peeling off of your skin that has been in contact with the leather for hours.
"For the past three days, yes. Don't you dare report me to HR. They might ask me for my rent," you replied as you stretched out your spine and limbs.
Without an invite from your end, he welcomed himself to your temporary home. Yoongi shut the door without taking off his gaze full of disgust and judgment. He eyed you head to toe and back. Mismatched slippers on your feet, to your hideous elephant pants, faded brown oversized tee which matched your nest of a hair because to him you utterly looked like crap.
"Go home. You must. Look at you," he  reprimanded as he waved a hand to your direction.
"I'm almost done. Just one last check, making sure everything's good for the deck later. I'm gonna blow your mind," you replied, a smug grin plastered on your face.
He let out a chuckle, "You're blowing my mind already," he retaliated.
"I mean look at you, I, myself, couldn't stand this sight."
You clenched your teeth for the uncalled backhanded compliment.
Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and reminded yourself that you're talking to the man who provides food on your table, a roof over your head, and satiates your strange addiction to the smell of new glossy colored books of anything under the sun.
Hardbound and thick ones.
Just like his attitude.
You faked a smile, and bowed down, "Mr. Min, thank you for your uncalled concern. I'll be heading home in a while."
Yoongi shifted his stance and cooly offered, "You can hitch a ride. I'm about to head home too."
He's quite a workaholic himself, but your dedication's still unmatched.
You waved your hands in front of you, shaking your head, "No, I'm alright, Mr. Min. My stench would only irritate you. You should be able to relax as you wind down. Both of us had a busy day, but I'm sure yours was more hectic seeing that you're still here at-"
The digital desk clock switched to display 4:00 a.m.
"-four in the morning."
Yoongi didn't back down right away. He weighed his options first before taking a step back.
From a concerned boss, his judging face came back before taking a step away.
"Okay, if you say so," he conceded before turning around.
He twisted the door open and stepped out of your office as he uttered a silent goodbye.
"Mm, yes, take care boss!" you politely greeted back.
Working with Min Yoongi has been easier as years go by. At first, he was in doubt of your capabilities. In all fairness, who would believe that data analysts could be of help in entertainment industry? He creates and put it out there and wait for people's reaction. If it works, then good, if it doesn't then he could try again on the next album release.
While you acknowledge that life is indeed full of trials and errors, perusing all the information at hand does not hurt. It works as a hedge in times of failure, and works as a catapult in times of success.
Soar high, fall with a plush on your ass.
That's the company's trade secret. They're willing to spend millions on data to gain billions.
They spend their money smartly on you. Though your six-digit monthly salary is not that obvious with your choice of clothing, people would gape at the fixtures and books in your penthouse.
That painting that occupied most of your foyer wall? You spent a million on that. It's a good investment though. The resell value is high.
The books that lined up your hallway crossed out the need for paint or decorations.
The sofa, oh, fine Italian leather that's expensive as your car.
You fell asleep on that couch and blacked out. You always do.
Apparently, three alarms were not enough to wake up a sleeping log like you.
That's why you almost slipped in the marbled bathroom to freshen up decently in five minutes. Showered in perfume, and slipped in to your formal suit.
Tying your hair into a bun is the easiest option.
Still, you made it 10 minutes before the meeting.
You barely slept, but the excitement to share the outcome of your research gave you an adrenaline rush.
You looked alive despite the bags under your eyes.
An alive dehydrated panda.
If there's such a thing.
But no panda will be as small as you, given that zookeepers do watch their weight. All pandas you've seen are all fluffy, while you look...
Anyway, you could care less. You're friends with your fitness coach who you haven't seen in three months, and your dermatologist who you haven't seen in six months. They could play fairy grandmother once you're free.
That means getting the board and the management to give your brilliant project a Go.
Watching Yoongi stroll in the conference room made you nervous a bit. You'll be talking about his career progression after all. You smiled at him as you take in his effortlessly chic outfit. You chose the right artist to work for. Only Yoongi could pull off an all black suit and steel framed eyeglasses and still look like a superstar instead of a businessman.
You're barely a people-person, but converting human behavior into numbers made it easier for you to fulfill your line of work. As important people filed in, you eyed your team on the side of the room as you gesture for them to give the deck materials.
Those papers were still quite hot as they just got printed this morning by your associate. They panicked when they learned you tweaked at the last minute but assured them you got them covered.
That's the downside of working with you. You deliver exemplary works, but you're a bad boss.
You haven't asked for a team really.
But Mr. Bang, the CEO, was quite keen on it. It didn't help much since you still worked until 4 am just a while ago.
As the meeting started, you gradually become excited as you go through the presentation. At the peak of it all, after presenting them the demographics of the fan base, the casual audience, and the target public, you excitingly showed them the graph version of your artist's discography vs. album sales.
Yoongi shifted uncomfortably on his seat as he eyed the steep incline on the screen.
"However, let's take a look here." You prompted before your associate proceeded on the next slide. A zoom in on his last three albums.
You shifted your stance as you pointed out, "We do have a steep curve, but the past three are on the flatter side. Ceteris paribus-"
Mr. Bang cleared his throat and you knew what that meant,
"If we continue in our direction, without changing anything, and not considering other unexpected factors, we will not be able to maximize and use to our advantage the untapped audience."
"We have 25 million users but the engagement is at 30%. This peaks at 60% when the artist releases content--"
"People do have their own lives," Yoongi interrupted but you did not let him disturb your practiced speech.
"This is worse than four years ago when we garnered more promising engagement--"
"People do grow up and have jobs," he interrupted again which by now turned some heads away from your deck and directed to him.
"With all due respect Mr. Min," you diverted to his direction, facing away from the powerpoint.
You took a deep breath, before starting, "I'm here to maximize your potential,"
He scoffed, "Are you my voice coach?"
That left you silent.
Yoongi's mouth formed a silent "Oh,"
"Maybe you're my runway coach? Art director? Publicist?"
"No?" he added further in a mocking tone.
You pursed your lips in a straight line, looking around the table to get somebody's defense. Your gaze finally settled on Mr. Bang.
He's not meeting anyone's stare, but browsed through the next pages of the material.
"My point here is," Yoongi declared, "I'm an artist first, Ms. Y/n, I create. Spontaneously. I do respect your numbers, but don't you think focusing on these takes away my authenticity as a person? You do forget that people vie for my honesty."
More like tolerating his attitude, you want to mutter under your breath but stopped yourself from doing so by gripping your fists by your sides.
"Let her finish. I find these projects interesting. Magazine interviews..."
Yoongi scoffed, "I've done that already,"
"But they're all limited to your music," you retorted.
With a flair of both of his hands, Yoongi reasoned out "Because I'm a musician, what else should I talk about?"
Mr. Bang then went back to reading out loud from the short bickering of the two of you, "Socials and fundraising parties, talk shows guesting, tell me about them, Y/n."
Yoongi answered before letting you, "I'm a performer, not some sort of personality."
"You are a personality, whether you like it or not. You're mysterious and people like that, but to keep them intrigued we have to let them peek at your personal life. People wants someone they can resonate with, or at least someone who inspires them in the middle of the mundane. As much as they do love your music, we will gain more if you let them have a peek," you defended.
"I'm in this industry for ten years. They've seen it all, Y/n."
"Not quite," you retaliated.
"They haven't seen you as an adult. They see you as a performer, yes. As I said, people love following personalities they can reach, even though vicariously, even if just on surface level brain stimulations. We give them understanding, comfort, healing, that's what the company is all about." "Look, you can continue your own creative process, but you just need to put yourself more out there. Press loves stories. Intriguing, good, bad ones. For a celebrity, you sure do love to keep to yourself."
"It's called privacy."
"While being a public figure?"
"There are boundaries."
"And we're looking for expansion of those boundaries. We can compromise. We have to. There are other celebrities who are willing to do more. We can't just keep on dropping big bombs once in a while. Small consistent contents will ball up like a snowball and will have a greater impact on your stability in the industry."
"I know you already made a name. We just have to squeeze it dry."
Yoongi visibly flinched at your metaphor. Regardless, you continued,
"You're an artist. Great artists take risks. At this point, we're doing a well-calculated risk, and there is no measure to how this will turn out but the projection looks good. Show them the chart, Lesley," you told your team.
"The only thing we can do is take it. There's no perfect science, but we have to try it out and see where it will lead us."
"It shows desperation, Y/n."
"It shows strategic business plan while giving you an avenue to challenge your creative process and authenticity. We will lift the contract off with Wrath, let their paparazzis swarm, we will save millions and divert 20% of that funds to your security," you rifled on.
"What's there to hide Yoongi? You're a clean person as far as we know,"
As far as you know
He clenched his fists, teeth gritting, at your proposal.
You could have told him you don't want to see him anymore.
What would happen to his Wednesday dinners with you?
The occasional getaways if you were kind enough to not work on long weekends. He must be the busy one in the relationship given that he's the biggest star in the Company. Turns out the kingmaker's the real star of the show, working behind the scenes, on the sidelines, crunching and nerding out on lines and graphs.
He has come this far while protecting his privacy. Yoongi always get away with the excuse that it's part of his image. Being mysterious. When in fact, he only enjoys the animosity when there are no cameras when he's with you. It's not that he's ashamed of the relationship he has, it was because you made it clear with him, that all this will end if everything blows up in the press.
Mr. Bang cleared his throat as he rested his chin on his folded fingers. He carefully threw you a look before the scrutinizing gaze landed on his most prized talent. It was a fraction of a second when he realized he got his two best people batting heads in front of the board and officers.
"Y/n is right," the vice chair voiced out. "I second," said someone from the board.
The rest of the men and women on the long conference table nodded in agreement. Some of them hopefully looking at Yoongi.
"Besides, whether it's a good  or bad image, publicity is publicity. We need to give something new for the country to talk about. They're interested in you, but they do respect your personal space most of the time," said one of the talent heads.
Mr. Bang spoke up, "How can we make sure Wrath will not release any of their wildcards against Yoongi?" he voiced out, looking at the Legal counsel.
"It's in the contract. Any materials on the artist enclosed within the contract period must be held with strict confidentiality. We are imposing grave penalty once they violate it if ever we decide to terminate the protection deal."
Mr. Bang nodded, "I'm absolutely sure that our artist is clean and does not have any criminal records. His school records are clean. We have filed them," he assured everyone on the table.
Someone chuckled and raised, "More than that, he's the most sought after bachelor. For sure everone's dying to know who he's dating."
You unknowingly took a step back as you listen to them exchanging opinions.
On the other hand, Yoongi is visibly not pleased with any part of the meeting.
"That's a private matter of our artist," Mr. Bang defended.
The person shrugged and quoted, "As Y/n said, he's a public figure. His life is meant to be under the public eye. It's not offensive at all if you ask me--"
"No one's asking for your opinion," Yoongi jabbed, the table fell silent.
"I don't agree with this. You will move at my own pace. If you can't ride with me, I can easily switch management." He declared with finality before walking out of the board room with his manager following suit and apologizing on his behalf.
A loud sigh escaped Mr. Bang's lips.
He took over the meeting and told everyone, "Y/n's idea is promising. We just need another meeting to discuss it while I'll talk to Yoongi for the mean time."
Everyone nodded in satisfaction before they started filing out of the room.
You stayed behind together with your team. Mr. Bang turned his chair to face you. "Please leave me with Y/n," he ordered your team.
The boardroom's door clicked shut before Mr. Bang started, "Thank you, Y/n. It was a wonderful presentation, though I wished I get to hear the end of it. I will review the deck and I'll get back to you. I do have a gist of what you're proposing, but..." he trailed off before tilting his head to one side as he tried to put together the words, "I see you haven't talked to Yoongi about it."
"Mr. Bang, I didn't because everything was not finalized until the last minute. Actually, same projects were retained but I thought diverting the angle on the important numbers and emphasizing these would bring light to the why of things. I only wish the best for his career. If you actually look at slide 25, you'll see the age distribution of the population, we're gathering young ones still despite his tenor in the show business. I looked deeper into the age bracket A and found that, based on consumer and entertainment index, lifestyle was the most common interest with other age groups. It is the strongest suit and tapping into this interest-"
"He wants to retire, Y/n," Mr. Bang uttered silently.
The news shocked you. Retirement was not in his vocabulary. He's been saying how he would perform on stage until he's all wrinkly and wonky. That's how much he loves his job as an artist and as a performer. Though you have noticed how he picked up on some collaborations involving his hands on its productions, performing his own work is still incomparable.
"The crowd just gives me so much energy. Most time I don't even know where I am, what timezone I'm in, but each stage feels surreal, new, it never gets old. I think I'll do this until I can't anymore," you remember him saying one time.
So it then became your purpose to help him achieve that dream. Now that he doesn't want it, out of the blue, perplexes you.
Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. You can't put a name on your emotions as of the moment. It was a mix of anger and betrayal, irritation and all negative things. He never told you, not that he's obligated to, but with the relationship you had with him, you thought he'll trust you enough to tell those things.
On second thought, it is a private matter. You have no say on what he wants, if retirement was his plan then okay.
But not without you talking him out of it.
----- It was freezingly cold in the studio and music was blasting together with the random beeps of camera shutter.
You were waiting for Yoongi to finish his schedule before he ends his day. It was in the middle of the week, the time when his photoshoots are usually scheduled. You mostly meet him too after for dinner, having formed a relationship with him. It was a good timing to bring up what happened and what you learned in that meeting the other day. You could have texted him, but that would be unprofessional of you. Besides, it's a work matter.
Crossing your arms by your chest, you observed him from afar. His long and messy hair surely suits him. His cheekbones were highlighted, giving a chiseling effect on the hollow of his jaw and cheeks. Yoongi pocketed a hand, his thumb out, before swaying his body lazily to change his body angle. You unknowingly smiled. In a proud way. He always do things in an elaborate manner while appearing effortless.
He caught your gaze, so you gave him an acknowledging nod. What he did next was unexpected. He paused the shoot, by raising his hand, before jogging to you. It left you flustered and suddenly anxious from all the attention you're getting. Everyone's gaze were on you, or rather on Yoongi. Eyes would always follow his every move.
You shifted, starting to feel uncomfortable being part of everyone's field of vision just because the Star is in front of you, sharing the same space as yours.
"You done with work?" he casually said, unaffected by the curious stares he's receiving.
You shook your head no before finding your voice, "Please finish your shoot, don't mind me, I can wait."
His brows furrowed in confusion before his gaze became softer, "Okay, you can wait in my dressing room," he said to you and it was your turn to be confused. You met his gaze, but he averted his, making you thought he got shy for a bit.
"I can't concentrate with you watching my shoot. I'm not used to it," he muttered, the confession was meant to be heard only by you.
"Okay," you nodded before turning your back on him and headed straight out of the studio.
As you walked through the hallway, you reprimanded yourself for not being able to think of that alternative. You rarely met him in his personal space, so it didn't really occur to you.
You didn't wait too long, you saw him walking towards the door of his room twenty minutes after. Pushing yourself off the wall, you greeted him with a curt bow. He looked surprised finding you outside.
"Why are you here? I told you to wait inside," he told you before ushering you in.
"Ah, that would be inappropriate. It's okay," you assured him.
He shrugged off of his coat outfit, leaving him in his black shirt. You watched him as he brushed his long hair back and was about to undo his pants before he remembered you were in the room. You quickly turned around, heading to the door. "I'm sorry! I... why are you changing in front of me? I'll wait outside, I--" you rambled as you hurry off, opening the door.
"Y/n! Wait!" he tried to stop you but it was too late.
Shock registered in everyone's faces, from Yoongi's manager, his assistant, makeup artist, stylist, and everyone else on his team. They glanced at Yoongi who was in the middle of undoing his pants and at you whose face were flushed red.
They quickly scurried away while one of them shut the door close as they shouted their apologies.
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prodagustd · a day ago
hi tina! for a drabble idea, yn meeting yoongi's brother
Uhmm I took... some liberties with this request
name: five minutes
pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader
series: so it goes
timeline: before so it goes.
words: 1k
warnings: some suggestive oral sex lmao
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That afternoon Yoongi had told you to come by his studio after your classes. He wanted to invite you out, have dinner together. You accepted, you haven’t seen him since last weekend and always liked to visit him in the studio, but it was just a matter of time until Yoongi decided to change plans. 
Now the studio was filled with your heavy breathing, trying to hold back your moans as he played with his tongue between your legs.
You weren’t sure how you ended up like this, but since you made the mistake (or not?) of telling Yoongi you had this little fantasy of being fucked on his studio, he didn’t seem to hold back everytime you came around. It was always just very heated kisses, a little bit of dry humping here and there, but today you were wearing one of those flowy short skirts and he didn’t want to waste it. 
It was a mess, before Yoongi you had barely experienced the pleasure of being eaten out, and when he asked you to do it for the first time you quickly realized how fast you lost control. 
The thing about Yoongi is that he didn’t seem to have a weak side when it came to sex and it was almost starting to annoy you. He was good with his fingers, with his mouth, he was good with everything, it was bad for you, you didn’t know how to say no to him. 
Today was a rare exception. You were trying to concentrate on the way his tongue played with your clit and the way he moaned against your core, but the annoying sound of his phone vibrating on the coffee table next to the couch was pulling you back from the moment. 
You threw your head back against the arm rest and janked his hair, pulling him up to make you look at you. “Just answer already.” You sighed. He had insisted you not to pay attention but whoever was calling wasn’t going to give up until he picked up. 
His hair was sticking on his forehead and his chin was covered by your wetness, he looked almost disappointed. He licked his lips and grabbed his phone, but when he looked at the name on the screen, his expression changed completely. “Fuck.” He murmured before answering. “Hey, I’m sorry. I was working and lost track of time… Mhm…” Seeing the look on his face you understood that he was probably supposed to do something else at that moment, you tried to put your panties back on, but he stopped your hand as he continued talking “Yeah… I’m sorry… I can be there in twenty minutes, would you wait for me a little bit longer? … Okay, see ya.” Then, he hung up.
“Did something happen?” You asked him.
“Yes, I forgot I had to meet up with my brother.” He explained, wiping the sweat of his forehead with the palm of his hand. 
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was in town.” You said, feeling guilty for no reason at all. 
“Don’t say sorry, it’s my fault. I totally forgot.” He said, running his hands up your thighs. He paused, thinking what to do or say next “We were going to have dinner, would you want to go with me?”  
You frowned “Me?”
“Yes, who else is in the room right now?” He teased you. You lightly punched his arm.
“I don’t want to bother…” 
“You won’t, I wouldn’t invite you otherwise.”
You didn’t have time to think about it, he was there in front of you making a simple offering, not knowing that it sounded terrifying to meet one of Yoongi’s family members, especially if it was someone like his older brother. Especially if you didn’t know what that implied between you two. 
You nodded, pretending you weren’t thinking too much about it. “Okay, I’ll go.” You said, trying to get up from the couch, but he stopped you again. 
“I still have ten minutes.” He said, settling back between your legs.
“Let’s make it five.” You argued. 
“The best five minutes of your life.” 
Half an hour later, Yoongi had successfully introduced you to his brother without having to explain what the two of you were, but Jaesung seemed to understand right away. Although he didn’t miss the opportunity to make a snarky comment about the situation. 
“Oh, so you were what kept my brother so distracted!” He had said after meeting you. You knew he didn’t know anything about what happened before Yoongi picked up his phone, but you blushed immediately. Yoongi’s laugh didn’t help very much. 
You liked Jaesung, he was different from Yoongi. While Yoongi laughed softly and tried to be low-key, his brother laughed loudly and didn’t care that people were around. He seemed to be interested in getting to know you and asked you questions left and right, Yoongi looked forward to each one of your answers. 
“So when did you meet each other?” Jaesung asked, chewing a piece of meat. 
Those were… relationship questions, inevitable to avoid in this situation. You eyed Yoongi, who didn’t look worried or uncomfortable, he waited for you to talk first.
“Not long ago, five or six months ago.”
“Not long ago?” He laughed, “That’s half a year. Never took him for the slow kind” 
“Oh, he was not slow at all.” You joked.
“Was he fast?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the seat. 
“Shamelessly fast.” You confirmed, making Yoongi roll his eyes. 
“What does that say of you, then?” He asked, trying to defend himself.
“Don’t mess with her, Yoongi.” His brother backed you up “She’s just a poor girl who got stuck with you. Six months and the only way to know about your dating life is to come and visit you.” 
“I am a very private person.” He argued.
“Some people would disagree.” You said. 
Yoongi turned his head at you and pinched you on the back. “You are supposed to be on my side.”
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Magic Shop - 01
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Your magical journey begins with a fateful encounter and a beloved companion.
⤑ pairing: (eventual) OT7 x female witch!reader ⤑ genre: magic au, slow burn ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 8.3k ⤑ warnings: DUB-CON, implied SA, side character death, systematic oppression, religious themes, violence, brief smut (foreplay and fingering), mention of blood, just a lot of dark themes in general, our reader is a smart cookie but also an idiot when it comes to the boys. ⤑ note: Hello lol. So I'm not exactly new to fanfiction, but I am new to writing BTS fanfiction. Anyway, spooky season is around the corner and this story has been in my head for a while now. This chapter is also heavily inspired but this game called Dragon Age: Origins (though you don't need to play it to read this story). Also big shoutout to @angelicyoongie for the tips and encouragement throughout my writing process ♡
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The Devoted teaches that all magic is a source of wicked power, and those who inherit the abilities to manipulate unnatural forces are cursed.
For centuries, word of its immorality has spread throughout the lands. Until, one day, it’s become a universal truth. For magic, like all things twisted and evil, come from the Veil. A hidden realm between the spiritual and mortal worlds. A place of whims and fantasy. Of unspeakable horrors and sins.
To many, the Veil is a mystery.
Some describe it as a place where dreams manifest. A cluster of visions, intermingling together, creating a world of sleep and wake. Images that show one’s true desires and their darkest secrets.
Others say it’s a world for the passing. Where all souls end up once they leave the mortal realm. Lucky ones find a way to be reincarnated to a new life. Most are aimless wanderers, no longer attached to the memories of their previous lives. But there are some unfortunate ones who become restless spirits, gone too soon or burdened with regret. Eventually, the despair and fury overcome them, tainting their souls with a miserable, contagious darkness.
Mages, who are most attuned with their magic in the Veil, are also the most susceptible to corruption. The tainting is subtle at first. Whispered insecurities, fears, regrets, and doubts, chipping away at one’s sense of self. Until it molds and twists into a hatred that fills the hearts of mages and overflows into the mortal realm like a plague.
History speaks of those who have succumbed to the tempting darkness of their own abilities. Those who have sacrificed the blood of innocents for their unholy rituals. Who transformed humans into beasts, and who single-handedly usurped grand cities in their lust for power and greed.
They’re called the Wicked.
Left unchecked, all those born with magic could become tainted by their own power. Even those with the purest of souls.
Thus, it’s declared that all mages are condemned to be locked away in isolated castles and towers. Away from the humans, who deem them as dangers to their society, and heavily guarded by the Wardens of the Devoted, the sentries who have taken an oath to protect humankind and eliminate mages from becoming Wicked.
On a high cliff, overseeing the inky waters of a dark lake and beyond the ominous deep woods is Blackstone Castle. It’s one of the few hidden fortresses where those with an affinity to magic are taken upon the awakening of their abilities. Its tall, looming towers and sturdy, ancient structures are all you’ve ever known. Within its lonely, dreary walls and corridors is what you call home.
Like many cursed children, you’ve awakened your power at a young age. Too young to even remember the faces of your parents before you were cruelly ripped away from them.
Under the care of the Circle of Magi – enchanters who work as caretakers, teachers, and groundskeepers within the castle – and the ever-vigilant gaze of the Blackstone Wardens, you’ve learned to cultivate your art and make it into something incredible. Something beautiful.
Through years of study and practice, your passion and relentless determination has driven you to the top of your class. You’re a promising apprentice, yet to be defeated in a dueling match of incantations and spells. Your hard work has earned you many praises from your mentors, as well as the weary caution from the armored wardens.
After all, in the eyes of the Devoted, you’re an abomination. And your beautiful, remarkable talent is vile. Atrocious. Evil.
Someone like you – a young, feisty apprentice of high regard, who embraces the curse of magic as a blessing – is the perfect, dangerous concoction of becoming Wicked.
There’s only one way the enchanters and the wardens can determine a young mage’s abilities and their resistance to temptation within the Veil. A secret rite of passage that turns an apprentice into a full-fledged mage. A final test that all Blackstone students spend their youth anticipating and preparing for.
The Harrowing.
All mage apprentices must face this inevitable trial, but very few know what it truly entails. Those who’ve done it and succeeded are forbidden to speak about it. And those who’ve failed are never seen or heard of again.
At any given moment, an apprentice will be beckoned for this evaluation, and will have no other choice but to obey its call. And yours could be any day now.
“Mina,” a voice gently calls in the middle of the night. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at the handsome warden standing by the doorway. Light from the hallway shines behind him, almost giving him an angelic appearance. He addresses the girl sleeping in the bunk next to you. “Mina, wake up.”
Your roommate stirs at the sound of her name. “Seokjin?”
“It’s your time.”
In the darkness, you see Mina stiffen and a tense silence passes between them. You all know what those words mean. You watch as she takes a shaky breath and then proceeds to step out of bed. Some of the other girls in your tiny dorm sit up on their bunks to see her go. She returns your stares with an unspoken goodbye.
Your gaze turns to Seokjin just then. The handsome warden smiles sadly, watching as she tries not to tremble before him. Mina pauses by your bed, giving a half-hearted smile, one that carries the weight of the years of friendship between you two, before she leaves the dorm.
It’s the last time you’ll ever see her.
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“She’s the fourth girl that went missing this month,” Hoseok comments, picking up pieces of grilled lamb and putting them on your plate. “Ever since Seokjin was transferred here, girls who do their Harrowing have disappeared more frequently.”
“Are you saying Seokjin has something to do with it?” you question, putting the meat right back on his plate. You refuse to eat more than your share when your best friend hasn’t even touched his food.
“I’m saying it’s suspicious.”
“It is really odd,” you agree, chewing thoughtfully. “But it’s Seokjin. I don’t think he has anything to do with the missing girls.”
Hoseok snorts. “You say that because you have a soft spot for him.”
“I saw him cowering over a moth that flew over his head the other night, Hoseok. I don’t think it’s that much of a reach to believe he’s harmless.”
Over a week has passed since Mina was summoned. No one has seen her around the castle after that night. As her roommate, the two of you would dream and whisper about passing that secret test together.
It’s the next big milestone; a graduation from your apprenticeship. Passing your Harrowing will bring you one step closer to becoming a true mage. Your new status will unlock new books and spells within the libraries. You can become a member of the Circle, whether to educate students, care for the little ones, or upkeep your favorite parts of Blackstone. The wardens will be less strict with you, given that you’d be living proof of your willpower and resistance to temptations. And that mysterious realm, with all its secrets and treasures, will be opened to you for the first time.
More than anything, you were ready for it. Both of you were.
But then, that night happened.
Suddenly, you wake up in the morning and see her empty bunk beside you. The bed is made and the pillow is cold. It hasn’t been touched. Not since she left. The other girls that share the dorm wonder about her, as she was friends with everyone she meets. But no one knows for sure what happened. If she’s still in the castle, why hasn’t she come by to see you all?  Is she just busy with her new tasks and duties? Is something else going on?
While you’re lost in thought, Hoseok adds some meat back on your plate. He knows you’ve been unsettled since your roommate disappeared. You’ve told him as much when she didn’t return the next morning. And while you appreciate his subtle ways of taking care of you, you catch him in the act and return it back to him.
“Hoseok, please.”
“Sorry, I’m just…” he trails off with a heavy sigh, putting the utensils down. “I’m worried. The disappearances. Our own Harrowings. All the changes that come afterwards. Aren’t you scared?”
You are. More than you’re willing to admit.
You and Hoseok have been friends since you were kids. There’s rarely a day when the two of you aren’t seen together. Although you’ve been in Blackstone for as long as you can remember, he’s one of the very few you consider a friend.
Here, beneath the tree you and Hoseok are sitting under, holds so many first memories for you: your first kiss, your first confession, a sacred vow, a proposition. All of it with Hoseok.
But Hoseok doesn’t love you that way.
He told you so himself, catapulting your friendship into a strange limbo between platonic and romantic. One where you’ll seek each other out for comfort and affection, sometimes in ways that are too intimate for just friends. One where you can talk to each other about anything and everything, carrying each other’s secrets, knowing exactly what spots and kinks get him going behind that beautiful, sunny smile. One where Hoseok wouldn’t deny it if someone mistook you as his girlfriend, but in private, when it’s just you and him, he’d ask if the two of you are still friends.
Hoseok doesn’t love you that way because he likes Mina.
But he was afraid of messing up with her. So, he’d come to you. His best friend, a safe zone. Someone he trusted won’t break his heart.
And you let him because there’s one secret that Hoseok doesn’t know about. That maybe, perhaps, there’s a part of you that holds onto the hope of something more.
It’s confusing, this dance that you and Hoseok have shared over the years. Both of you value your friendship so much. But once you pass your Harrowing, you’ll no longer be an apprentice. You’ll be moved out of the dorm and into the enchanters’ corridors. You’ll be assigned new tasks and duties within the castle. Your schedule will be completely different from Hoseok’s. 
You won’t see him as often as you do now. And that’s what terrifies you the most.
“I don’t have a reason to be,” you finally answer with a confident smile. A convincing lie.
He laughs in a way that makes your heart melt. “Wow, my best friend is very brave.”
You try not to let your smile falter and shovel some food in your mouth. The topic of Mina still lingers over your head. Hoseok must be heartbroken, even if he seems more occupied fretting over you. It feels absurd to move on from the fact that she isn’t around anymore, but Mina is one of the many girls who left without a trace.
“Anyway,” Hoseok continues, picking at his food again. “Just promise me you’ll be careful around Seokjin, okay?
“You have nothing to worry about, Hoseok,” you assure him with a small smile. Perhaps you really do have a soft spot for the handsome warden. “I trust him.”
“Yeah, but–”
“Wait, Hoseok,” you interrupt, turning your gaze away from him. “Did you hear that?”
Both of you fall quiet. The courtyard is busy with fellow apprentices on their break from morning lectures. Beyond the chatter, however, is a loud rustling coming from the bushes nearby. His eyes widen as he whispers, “Do you think it’s a bear?”
“A bear–” you sputter, standing to your feet. “No, I don’t think so.”
You carefully walk toward the sound, eyeing the shrubs before you. One of them pinpoints exactly where the source of the noise is coming from.
“What if it’s a tiger?” Hoseok asks urgently, tailing closely after you. His grip around your shoulders is almost painful.
Neither of those animals are revealed as you push the shapely plants with your hand. Instead, hidden in the small opening, is a tiny kitten.
It hisses the moment it sees you two, warning you both to stay away.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you coo softly, trying to calm it down. It looks like a stray. Its black fur is covered with blood, dirt, and grime. It must’ve gotten attacked by another animal nearby.
“Poor little guy,” Hoseok says, peering over your shoulder. “How did you get here?”
The kitten continues to hiss and growl, distrusting eyes glaring up at you.
“It’s hurt,” you point out, noting how one of its front legs is stiff.
“I might have something in my pouch,” Hoseok mutters, looking over at the tree where you both abandoned your things. “Wait here, I’ll go get it.”
As he leaves, you crouch down to get a little closer. The kitten tenses, but isn’t able to go anywhere with its injured limb. It keeps its gaze on you, licking its leg to soothe itself and crying in pain.
The sound breaks your heart.
Before Hoseok could return, you close your eyes and hover your hand over the kitten’s arm. It growls, baring its teeth and trying to swipe at you with its good paw. Immediately, it freezes when a warmth is transferred from you to the kitten. It blinks up at you with surprised, feline eyes.
“Better?” you ask, feeling a bit dizzy. Healing magic is difficult and draining, especially since you’re not a trained healer. By the time Hoseok returns with both of your things, the kitten’s pained mewling stopped and it’s able to move its arm.
Hoseok crouches beside you, carefully feeding it some of the grilled lamb the two of you kept passing each other. A heart-shaped smile appears on his lips when the kitten sniffs at the meat and accepts it.
“I dipped some healing potion in the meat. He’ll be good as new by tomorrow morning,” he explains before playfully scolding, “You should’ve waited before you attempted healing magic. It only took me a minute to get my bag.”
“I had to do something, Hoseok,” you pout, though happy that the kitten was eating from his hand. Break is nearly over when the cloudy skies above quickly darken. “Let’s get you somewhere warm.”
The kitten seems hesitant at first, still seeming wary as its eyes gauge you and Hoseok. It seems settled in its hiding spot under the bushes too, but it changes its mind when the first raindrops fall on its head.
You gather the little thing in your arms, and you and Hoseok head inside before you’re all caught in the rain.
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“Familiars,” the instructor says, just as you and Hoseok enter the lecture room. She has her back toward the class, writing out the term on the chalkboard. “Animals tend to be drawn toward magic, and sometimes, a special bond is formed between these creatures and people like us. For thousands of years, familiars have been known to be a mage’s greatest companion. They’re friends from the Veil, serving to guide and protect you as you develop your magical powers.”
Perched on her desk is the instructor’s familiar: a great, grey owl with a large, round face, a small beak, and beady eyes. It sleeps as the lesson goes on, both familiar and instructor unaware of the two of you quietly sneaking in while the class is in session.
Your new friend is with Hoseok, sleeping peacefully in his arms. You suppose you’re not the first person to bring a stray into the castle. Several other students have acquired their own pets: birds and reptiles perched on shoulders, rodents tucked in pockets, cats and dogs on laps. Small critters who’ve helped ease the loneliness that comes within the castle.
“What’s fascinating is that you don’t choose what your familiar looks like. Whatever creature they are, whatever shape they appear, they’re the ones that choose you,” she continues, looking at her beloved owl. She chuckles as she goes into a tangent. “Why, I had an old roommate who was allergic to hers–”
“What should we name our son?” Hoseok suddenly whispers, gently caressing the kitten’s cheek. You hear it purring under his touch.
You can’t help but smile. “He’s our son now? I didn’t know we were keeping him.”
“Look at his face, though. Wouldn’t the three of us make a cute family?” He shifts in his seat so that you could get a better look at your newly-founded son. With its fur cleaned up and the remedies seeming to help, it’s like a new kitten. Seeing it relaxed and happy in Hoseok’s arms is a stark difference from the scared, injured animal you found only an hour before.
“If he chooses to stay,” you say, reaching over to pet the top of its head and smiling when it leans toward your touch, “then we can name him.”
“The only way a mage can choose a familiar is by striking up a contract within the Veil. But be warned,” the instructor cautions, finally turning her attention to the class, “this is highly advised against. For if these creatures are dedicating their devotion, knowledge, and livelihoods to you, they will want something of equal value in return.”
Your eyes scan the lecture room, lingering toward the desk where he normally sits. A small frown forms on your lips when you see it’s empty again.
Where’s Namjoon?
“These kinds of contracts are considered dark magic, prone to turn you Wicked. Just like the mortal realm, there are good and bad spirits in the Veil. Some familiars, especially those who remember you from previous lives, will approach you with a genuine eagerness to help. Others will see you as a chance to corrupt the world that hurt them, manipulating and possessing you to do unspeakable evils. You’ll never know who or what you’re dealing with in the Veil, and there’s no going back once a contract has been made.”
“Hey, Hoseok.”
“What happened to Namjoon? He wasn’t in any of the lectures this morning either.”
He glances up at the desk where Namjoon sits, causing the kitten to mewl in protest when he stops petting it. “I don’t know.”
Dread sinks in your heart. First Mina, now Namjoon is missing too?
“History speaks of the mages who’ve caused destruction and ruin to humankind, but some historians believe it was their familiars who influenced them into becoming Wicked,” she says, looking back at hers. “After all, why would a mage question the intentions of their greatest companion?”
The owl opens its eyes and hoots. A quiet warning.
The instructor smiles brightly and turns back to the class. “Now then, let’s open our books to where we last left off.”
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If there’s one place you’d know to find Namjoon, it’d be here.
Tall shelves surround you, full of books in a variety of colors and volumes. Within many of their pages tell the history between humans and mages, skewed toward the teachings of the Devoted. Some contain spell books, most that are inaccessible to you as an apprentice. And some are leisure readings, often with a witch as the main villain of the story.
You spend a lot of time here. Probably more than at your own dorm. The quiet ambiance has helped you go through your studies and reviews of your notes and lessons over the years.
He’s always here as well. The library with all its written knowledge at his fingertips is his favorite part of the castle.
“Figured I’d find you here,” you remark once you spot him. He’s sitting at a table with a couple of his friends. They nudge at him when they see you approaching, knowing smiles and amused eyes lighting their faces. You ignore them as you cross your arms and glare at Namjoon. “You weren’t in class.”
“I wasn’t,” he acknowledges, raising an eyebrow before a twitch of a smirk tugs on his lips. “Why? Did you miss me?”
“Of course not,” you scoff, standing your ground as he gets up from his seat. He’s so tall, he practically towers over you. “I just want to know why you didn’t show up.”
It’s not just his physique that makes him so big, but his presence, the way that he can command a room to pay attention to him. Many of your fellow students admire him, even Hoseok. He’s incredibly intelligent too, one of the smartest and most naturally-gifted apprentices his mentors sing praises about. His knowledge on the arcane arts and its history is unmatchable.
And you absolutely loathe it.
You, who has been in Blackstone Castle your whole life, climbed to the top of your class through your own blood, sweat, and tears. Whereas Namjoon, who was transferred to Blackstone at nineteen, came to the top because magic comes easily for him. It could take you hours to master one spell while he gets it on his first try. He aces his exams with his nose stuck in unrelated books and poems, while you spend hours trying to maintain your high scores.
He’s the worst. The most mildly-infuriating, petty walking disaster of a genius you’ve ever come across.
“Sorry, baby. You won’t be seeing me much at the lectures anymore.”
You blink at surprise. “What? Why?”
“Didn’t you hear?” one of his friends pipes up. “Our Namjoon passed his Harrowing this morning. The wardens said that he finished it in under an hour! That’s the fastest anyone has ever completed theirs!”
Your eyes widen. “You did the Harrowing?”
A small, tiny sense of relief blooms in your heart when he nods his head. Your academic rival didn’t go missing. He passed his Harrowing and he’s still here, now working at the library to become a scholar.
“Do you guys mind? I’d like to talk to her for a minute,” Namjoon says to his friends without taking his eyes off you. The two exchange looks with each other and agree to give you some privacy. But you don’t let your guard down, even after they leave.
“What is it, Joon?”
“I heard about Mina,” he starts carefully, his voice sincere. “Are you okay? I know she was your roommate.”
“I’m… a little shaken,” you admit, uncrossing your arms. It feels almost strange being this vulnerable with him, but if Namjoon already did his, then yours and Hoseok’s would be right around the corner. “I don’t know what happened to her. No one tells us anything. Do you know? What happened to her, I mean?”
A look of guilt flashes in his eyes. “I can’t tell you.”
You sigh. “Of course you can’t.”
“Listen, be careful when you go to the Veil,” he warns, eyeing around him as if he’s afraid someone will listen in. There’s hardly anyone else here except the scholars and a handful of students, but you and Namjoon are nowhere near eavesdrop distance from them. “There are dark energies everywhere. Not just in that realm.”
You frown at his warning and think back to what Hoseok said about Seokjin. About all the disappearances that’s been happening lately. About Mina.
“I can handle myself, Namjoon.”
There’s a warmth in his aura, in the deep dimples of his smile, in the way he looks at you then. He squeezes your arm gently. “I know you can. Just promise you’ll come back to me, okay?”
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It isn’t until later that night when you and Seokjin finally talk.
“Who’s this?”
“A new friend,” you explain, waving him over to sit next to you. On your lap is the black kitten, bumping its tiny head against your hand for pets. “Hoseok and I found him this morning, but we haven’t thought of a name yet.”
The kitten looks over at him, curiosity shining in its bright eyes, and mewls. The cute sound makes both you and Seokjin gush. “Sounds like you’re planning to keep him.”
“Only if he wants to stay.” You watch as Seokjin holds out his hand, letting the kitten sniff him, before he gently rubs its head with his fingertips. It purrs under his touch, closing its eyes with content. “I hope he does.”
“Maybe he’ll become your … familiar?” He glances at you, checking if he used the correct word. He’s the only warden you know of who even bothers learning a mage’s terminology.
Like all the other Blackstone Wardens, he’s in uniform. Heavy armor made of material resistant to magic. Hidden within his reach are spell-breaking weapons and poisons meant to hinder your abilities. Things that could temporarily mute or blind you mid-incantation. 
Had it been any other warden, you wouldn’t feel comfortable being this close to them.
From the moment a mage is set to live in their towers, wardens are assigned to guard them, watch them, and “handle” them if they show signs of becoming Wicked. Most, if not all, the wardens are Devoted – members of the ruling religious organization that believe people with your gift are the ban of all things evil.
Thus, many of them, in your humble opinion, are assholes.
You’ve heard the rumors. The open secret of what happens to mouthy, pretty mages and wardens with too much power and too little heart. 
It’s atrociously easy for wardens to call an innocent apprentice Wicked. It’s equally alarming how many self-righteous Devotees take advantage of their position over people like you, coercing victims to do what they want or have them face the deadly consequences of false accusations. You’ve seen with your own eyes how fellow apprentices cry themselves to sleep at night, or become distant and fearful after surviving these awful predators. How some willingly refuse to do their Harrowing if their assailant is present, as this assessment would be when an apprentice is the most vulnerable.
Not Seokjin, though.
He’s … different from the others. He’s safe.
Safe enough that you know you can trust him.
“Jin…” Although your voice is quiet, it’s loud enough for him to hear. Loud enough for him to turn his attention to you. “Can you promise me something?”
He looks up at you. His eyes are so warm and pretty. They practically have stars in them. “What is it?”
“When I do my Harrowing, will you protect me?”
“You know I can’t interfere with your test,” he replies, his voice quiet.
“I know. I meant,” you fidget slightly. “my body. Could you watch over me? Make sure nothing happens to me when I’m in the Veil.”
“Of course.” He extends a pinky toward you. A gesture that makes you smile as you wrap your own pinky around his. He returns your smile and vows, “I’ll always protect you.”
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As the days pass, the concern over Mina has died down. Instead, you hear rumors of another failed Harrowing. Another girl disappearing. But no one has any answers as to why this is happening.
The black kitten stayed with you and Hoseok for a couple more days until it fully healed. Then, without a word, it left too. But not without giving you a small token of appreciation.
That next morning, you found a Dzi bead on your pillow. A small, protective charm meant to bring the wearer good fortune, health, and luck.
Ironically, you had the gift in your hand when Seokjin came to your dorm again. He calls out your name, gently shaking your shoulder and stirring you from your sleep. There’s a sad smile on his handsome face as he tells you, “It’s your time.”
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You must’ve fallen back to sleep.
On the edge of dreaming and waking, you could’ve sworn you heard a strange sound. Your brows furrow in wonder, but your eyes remain close.
You’re exhausted. The lulls of sleep call you like a siren song. Your body feels heavy, your head feels dizzy. All you want to do is lay still on the soft, cozy bed you’re on and let your dreams drift you away.
But something – someone – keeps you on the brink of consciousness. Again, you hear a peculiar sound. Louder this time than before.
When you open your eyes, you’re greeted with a familiar sight. Cold, dark stones cemented into an ominous, impenetrable tower. Cobble-pebbled patterns decorate the high ceilings. Moonlight shines through a single, small window and casts baleful shadows with its serene light.
Blackstone Castle. Or rather, a place that looks like it.
Growing up here, you know every nook and cranny of this place, and yet…
Something feels off.
It’s too spacious. Too quiet.
No snores of creaking beds from the other apprentices. No heavy, armored footsteps from the wardens during their nightly patrols. No stifled giggles or hushed voices from the enchanters as they pass through the corridors.
This isn’t a room you recognize, and this bed is far too comfortable to call your own.
Compared to your stiff bunk in the dorm, this canopy bed feels like a cloud. Soft. Fluffy. The sheets feel like silk against your bare skin. It reminds you of how tired you are to begin with. How heavenly a decent sleep sounds.
But the strange, distant melody keeps you from drifting completely.
And it’s only then that you realize you’re not alone.
There’s a weight over you, heavy and wrapped around you tightly. It keeps you secured to the cloud, trapping you in its hold. Warm breath tickets the back of your neck, and you could feel the rise and fall of a muscular chest against your bare back.
Terror strikes you wide awake.
Here you are, in a room you don’t recognize, sleeping on a stranger’s bed. Naked, and with no recollection of how you even got there.
Heart racing, you slowly flip over to face the stranger. A sharp gasp falls from your lips when you recognize who it is. “Seokjin?!”
The handsome warden grunts in response. Without opening his eyes, and with his voice in a deep, sleepy rumble, he tiredly asks, “What time is it?”
“Jin, what– how did we–” you stumble over your words as you sit up, pulling the sheets over your chest. “I can’t remember–”
Seokjin opens his eyes this time. Deep brown stares back at you. Ones that usually sparkle whenever he turns his gaze toward you. Ones that are full of warmth and stars.
One that makes you realize something is very off about Seokjin.
Instead, the eyes that look at you are cold and hollow, completely void of light. Terrifying, and yet, you can’t look away from them.
You try not to shiver when Seokjin raises his head from the pillow and sits up to face you. The sheets fall off his chest and down to his thin waist unceremoniously. A mischievous smirk dances on his lips as he leans toward you. “Shall I remind you?”
“We shouldn’t,” you whisper, darting your gaze at anything but him and his broad shoulders, his plush lips, his muscular abdomen. You know Seokjin is handsome – hell, he knows it, too – but this isn’t… He wouldn’t…
“Why not?” he asks, nearly pouting. His hand cups your face, thumb gently brushing your cheek. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” you reply. And it’s the truth. You trust Seokjin more than anyone.
He leans closer. The emptiness in his eyes are replaced with odd glints of gold. Mesmerizing. Hypnotizing.  You barely hear his command. 
“Then give in, little one.”
Your eyes flutter close as he presses soft kisses against your cheek, then along your jaw. The bedsheets no longer feel like fine silk against your fingers, but thin and transparent, even before he pries your hands open and lets the covering fall to your waist. You feel your heart to your throat as his lips travel to your neck, to your collarbone, to your breast. 
It’s like your body has a mind of its own as your nod in consent, easily falling back on the cloud with the handsome warden on top of you.
Drifting. You feel yourself drifting.
A haze muddles your thoughts as Seokjin continues to press kisses against your skin. It feels good. You can feel yourself arching for more, preening to be held and touched. He smirks as he travels lower, dipping to your hips where he tugs off the remaining covers.
The melody in the background stutters, as if someone fumbled with the notes. It’s jarring enough to snap you out of the trance. To realize that Seokjin’s touch is burning as he pins you to the bed. To see that the eyes looking down at you are inhuman.
This isn’t Seokjin.
Seokjin is your warden. Your friend. The man you trust the most. He would never take advantage of you like this.
Snapping out of it, you shove down the building arousal and look around the room. Something is wrong. You have to get out of here. All your things are thrown on the floor, and there’s nothing within reach that you can use to defend yourself. 
You’ll have to improvise.
Shutting your eyes, you try to keep focused. Little whimpers and shaky gasps escape your lips when you feel his mouth work against your core. His tongue and fingers distract you, eliciting waves of desire and pleasure.
The Seokjin look-alike sits up to peer down at you, brown eyes almost golden now as he seems to feed off your energy. Long fingers are still inside you, curling and pumping in and out, distracting him enough for you to strike.
Strength and light flow from your fingertips. Using that energy, you shove the stranger on top of you. The magic burns its bare chest as a demonic scream escapes its lips.
Your heart nearly stops when you hear the sound.
It’s Wicked.
When the imposter recoils, you stumble out of the bed and grab a simple black dress from the floor. There’s a small weight in one of the pockets, and when you reach inside, you recognize the shape of the kitten’s gift – something that won’t help you now. You don’t dare look back or think about how your legs are shaking as you throw your clothes on and run out the door. Your feet are flying without direction, lungs burning and legs aching, until you’re certain you’re far away from it. Until you’re certain it isn’t chasing you down.
So that’s Wicked. You’ve heard the enchanters talk about those doomed beings. Embodied vices of lust, pride, greed, envy, gluttony, sloth, and wrath that taint the mages, letting their powers corrupt them, until they are no longer human.
Your head doesn’t feel as hazy and your body doesn’t feel as lethargic since you’ve exited that room. It was a very close call. That entity with Seokjin’s face… You shudder to think of what could’ve happened if you stayed a minute longer.
Catching your breath, you take a moment to look at your surroundings. The hallways are similar to the castle, but long and winding. It almost makes you feel dizzy looking down at them. Lanterns and doorways mirror each other in endless paths.
You straighten up and reach toward a random door, opening it and stepping inside.
Only to find yourself in a similar hallway.
With a frown, you reach for another door. One on your right this time, instead of directly in front of you.
But it’s the same damn thing. Same endless, dark hallways. Same dimly-lit lanterns. Same identical doorways. No matter how many you go through, you’re stuck in a loop.
Panic crawls beneath your skin when a low growl emits from the hallway.
That Wicked is still after you, and it’s angry.
Who knows if the next door you choose will lead you closer to it. Or if it will have you stuck in a repeating maze until it catches up.
Just when it feels like all hope is lost, you hear it. 
The melody from earlier. It sounds like it’s coming through one of the doors.
With nothing else to lose, you open it and step inside, knowing that the Wicked will get you if you stay where you are. You’re in an identical hallway, but this time, the music comes from a different door. Then, another door. And another door.
You’ve lost count of how many you’ve gone through. Could be dozens. Could be hundreds. But every time, it feels like you’re getting a bit closer and closer to the source.
And then, finally, you open a door and no longer find yourself in a dreary hallway.
Emerald-green walls paint the candle-lit room, causing haunting shadows to dance with the burning glow of the fires. A fence with a tarp cages a black, grand piano. And inside is a man with pale skin that contrasts his black hair.
Of all the things in the room, his aura seems to shine the brightest.
He doesn’t notice you as his fingers continue to play the beautiful instrument, its melody drawing you closer and closer.
You’re practically standing next to the pianist when the song ends and he finally addresses you. “Can I help you with something?”
“I…” you pause, almost forgetting why you’re here. “You play so beautifully.”
His eyes flicker away for a brief moment, taken aback by the sudden compliment. Even more so with how such a simple sentence stirs something he’s forgotten so long ago. He rephrases his question. “What do you want?”
You don’t answer him right away. The two of you stare at each other as the candle wax burns and the shadows around the room continue to sway. Then, you reach into the pocket of your dress and pull out the token the kitten gifted you, resting it on top of your piano. 
His eyes widen when he sees it. Then, he takes it in his hand.
“There’s something after me.”
Dark eyes linger off the charm and onto your face. His gaze is intense but strangely familiar. “He won’t get you in here. This area isn’t in his boundaries.”
“But I can’t stay here, either.”
The pianist raises an eyebrow at you, seeming surprised by your statement. You suppose he had expected you to accept his refuge, but you know you’re losing precious time. You know that you’re in the Veil and this is your Harrowing.
“You’re a smart one,” he says after a moment, almost impressed. To your dismay, he hands back the token and turns back to his piano. A new melody begins. “I won’t keep you here, but I can’t help you. Your protection charm is no use to me here.”
The door you came from opens. Back to where that monster with Seokjin’s face is waiting for you. Back to where you can almost feel the bloodlust from the other side.
“I’m willing to bargain.”
That catches his attention. His hands still, the music stops. The shadows against the wall seem to pause and stare at you, silent witnesses to what’s about to happen. Words from the instructor echo in your head, but it’s too late. The words already left your mouth.
And the pianist, with his dark, intense, feline eyes – tinted with a golden amber reflected from the candlelight – stands before you. “What’s your offer?”
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“Ah, little one. You finally came out of hiding,” the one with Seokjin’s face smiles devilishly as you approach him. “Shall we continue where we left off?”
Thrown to the wolves, you feel terrified. You have nothing but the clothes on your back, a beaded charm, and a half-assed plan. None of your lectures, nothing you’ve ever read or practiced, could have prepared you for this. The monster at the crossroad. The hungry wolf hunting you down like prey.
But you can’t be scared. Not now when the enemy is right in front of you.
“You’re the one responsible for all the missing girls.”
His broad shoulders shake with sadistic laughter. 
“That I am! You impress me, little one. Those stupid girls never even escaped that room. Always falling into their desires, they don’t realize how much time has passed. How cold their physical bodies become while their souls are in my hands. They practically beg me to turn them Wicked, to devour their humanity,” he shamelessly admits, bringing his hands to cup his jawline. “This face of that warden you all desire – he’s made the hunting so much easier. Isn’t that right, friend?”
He’s addressing the pianist now. You turn to him with a frown. “You killed those girls too?”
“I see he hasn’t told you of our arrangement,” the wolf says, staring at his partner. “His music lures in the ones who get away. Baits them right into his little cage where he can trap them for as long as he desires.”
“Sorry,” the pianist finally speaks. “I have a new contract now.”
The wolf’s smile falters. “You’re betraying me? For this human?”
“You killed my friends!” you tell the wolf, drawing his attention back to you. Thinking about Mina. Thinking about all the other apprentices who’ve failed their Harrowings because of them. Those who never became mages, who’ve lost their dreams and their humanity. “I’ll make you pay for what you’ve done!”
“We shall see,” the wolf replies, bearing its large teeth at you. In an inhuman speed, the wolf lunges at you. The pianist pushes you out of the way at the last second as the two demons tumble to the ground.
“Find a weapon!” the pianist yells, crying out in pain when the wolf bites into his shoulder. You scramble to your feet, looking for a wand, a staff, something. The crossroads doesn’t provide you much of anything, and your hand encloses around the charm in your pocket, anxious and stressed.
Until you realize the charm has changed shape.
In a mysterious realm where willpower is the key to survival, you don’t have time to question it as you cast a spell to knock the wolf off the pianist. The Seokjin-lookalike lands roughly on the dirt-pathed ground, but you don’t give it time to recover as two more spells fire from your wand.
“Stupid girl!” the demon roars, moving to attack, its fingers extending into claws. You manage to put up a barrier at the last second, shielding yourself and the pianist. The wolf roars in frustration, running back and body slamming against your shield. To your horror, the transparent spell begins to crack.
“Listen, you have to drop your barrier,” the pianist tells you as the attacks become harder and faster, causing jagged rips along your magic. “Drop it and attack him on my count.”
You look at him like he’s insane. “You were partners with this guy! How will I know you won’t betray me?”
“You don’t,” he says as the wolf continues its relentless attacks. It won’t be long until it shatters completely. “But we made a contract.”
“Okay,” he echoes, nodding his head. Your defense is breaking. One more hit, and you’re done. “One… two…”
On three, just as the wolf is about to give the final blow, you strike. A bright ball of light shoots from your wand, bigger than any spell you’ve cast so far. It sends the wolf back and knocks him out for good.
It’s over.
Out of breath, you collapse on the ground. The wand you use changes back into a charm, and the pianist stands beside you in shock. He holds his arm as blood seeps through his white shirt, but he doesn’t pay any mind to it as he states, “You … You actually did it. You defeated him.”
“Yeah…” you sigh, equally in disbelief. You’ve never had to fire off that many spells at once. You’re exhausted, dead on your feet, but you finally notice the injury on the pianist’s arm. “Wait, let me heal you.”
“You still want to help me? After what I’ve done?”
“We made a contract,” you remind him, holding out hand and letting the warmth spread from you to him. You feel even dizzier, more so than when you helped the kitten. “This is the second time I had to do this for you, you know.”
“You know it’s me, huh?” A small smile appears on the pianist’s mouth. His dark eyes – ones identical to the black kitten – seem to be full of admiration when he looks at you. “You really are a clever girl.”
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The Devoted teaches that all magic is a source of wicked power, and that those born with the abilities to manipulate those unnatural forces are cursed.
But they’re wrong.
History remembers the wicked and their dark rituals, their forbidden magic, and their insatiable vices. They completely erase the wisdom and beauty bestowed upon their world through magic. They forget about the brave mages who fought along historic heroes in their quests, or the wise healers in villages that the Devoted haven’t influenced. They tear away young children from their families, imprison potential spell-casters from the world, shun them for their gift, hunt them down for simply existing.
Over the years, young apprentices would come to the Veil, fresh and unprepared to face the entities that rule this realm. It’s a sadistic rite of passage that the Devoted created to prove a young mage’s worth. Throwing their spirits to the wolves, defenseless and scared, as the Wicked feeds off their energies, eager to corrupt and consume. Leaving the physical forms behind, vulnerable, unconscious, and in the mercy of those sending them to the Veil. 
The pianist has been in this realm for a very long time. He no longer remembers his past, nor does he care about the person he was. All he knows is his piano and the music he creates that fills his lonely eternity with life and magic.
For far too long, he’s seen apprentice after apprentice fail their Harrowing. He’s seen the look of defeat in their eyes once a mage awakens and finds themselves in this world. He’s seen Wicked, like his old partner, toy with these lost souls like predators that play with their meals. He’s grown numb to the horrors and anguish that surrounds him with their defeat.
His partner, the wolf, has become greedy with their arrangement. A deal that they made long ago: should an apprentice escape the wolf’s den and find themselves in the music room, the wolf can’t touch them. Not when they’re still within his boundaries.
Sometimes, they hide too long. Their physical bodies become cold, and their connection to the mortal realm weakens. That’s what happened to your friend, Mina, who sought sanctuary from the wolf, but didn’t leave until it was too late. Her soul is forever trapped like a bird in a cage. And the wolf, constantly on the prowl of those who got away, waits just outside the border with all the patience in the world.
His somber melodies play as souls like hers begin to accept that she’ll never return to her body. They play in triumph as souls like Namjoon, who enters a different part of the Veil, faces his fears and vanquishes his own demon. They play for souls like yours, luring you away from the wolf, bringing you safely to him.
He first met you in a different form, one of a small cat on the brink of death. For just a few days, he sees through its eyes the person you are: brave, kind, and clever. You have a potential he hasn’t seen in another apprentice in years.
The feeling only amplifies when you find him in the Veil and offer the token he had gifted you, placing it on his piano in exchange for his aid against his greedy partner. One that he returns back to you with a spell of transformation, allowing you to change its shape once and for a short time.
You’re incredibly special. That much is clear to him from the moment he met you.
However, he’s starting to suspect you’re more special to him than he thought.
“What do you want?” you ask him in response to his question, holding his gaze. 
It almost sounds naÏve coming from your mouth, but something tells him that you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into.
“You,” he simply says. “You’re what I want.”
“That’s a high demand for one Wicked. Name something else.”
“Who’s to say this is the only Wicked you’ll face? There are many dangers here, but some of the most vile creatures are the humans from your realm.”
It makes his blood boil. Feelings that he hasn’t felt in so long surfacing.
You’re quiet for a moment, then you propose, “Well, if it’s me that you want, then it’s only fair that you become mine too. I don’t want just help for this Wicked. I want you to be my partner.”
The pianist looks at your extended hand and the certainty in your eyes. His large hand practically swallows yours as he shakes it. “I accept.” 
And so, a deal between two souls is made.
When you wake from your Harrowing, you find yourself in the arms of the handsome warden, who took care of you just as he promised he would. You’re engulfed in a hug from your best friend, screaming his congratulations and relieved that you’re safe. A sentiment he shares with your academic rival, who throws you a proud, dimpled smile when your eyes meet his.
No longer an apprentice, there are new changes with your schedule around the castle. But there’s one thing you’re adamant about keeping the same: you and Hoseok, beneath the old tree that’s become a favorite spot for you two.
And it’s in that place where you and the pianist meet again.
“Oh, our son is back!” Hoseok exclaims, smiling brightly at the black kitten. It meows at him, as if saying that he’s home. He reaches over and scratches the top of its head. “I guess it wants to stay with us. Have you thought of a name yet?”
“Yeah.” You give your new familiar a knowing smile, remembering the bright, shining aura he had in the Veil. “Let’s call him Yoongi.”
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7deadlysinsfics · 2 days ago
— you & the moon | myg
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⟶ pairing: yoongi x reader
⟶ fic type: drabble || wc: 331
⟶ rating: 18 +
⟶ genre + warnings: angst || character death (reader has passed), alcohol consumption, grieving
⟶ credits: mel & chelsea, thank you so much for your feedback on this tiny piece <3
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The ocean was your favorite spot in the world, looking up at the moon while the night's cool breeze tousled your hair. Yoongi always used it as an excuse to tuck your curls behind your ear and kiss you.
He’d pull back for a moment to gaze at you and admire how the moonlight washed over your skin in ethereal light. That was his favorite thing in the world. You were beautiful, and you were his. Once or twice you both almost got carried away under the stars. Of course, Yoongi had deeply loved a couple of times before, but he never felt love reciprocated the way he did when he gazed into your eyes.
He’d also never felt such deep despair at the mere thought of you not being here anymore. The pain of you no longer existing in this world is unexplainable. Tearing his own heart from his chest would hurt less.  
Were you now up there with the moon?
Probably. You loved it so much.
As his tears run down his cheeks and fall to the sand — watching as the liquid clumps the tiny particles together — he nurses his fourth beer from a six-pack he’d brought earlier. Yoongi thinks of you and the moon — about your infectious giggles when he once told you that if he could bring it down for you, he would. He knew how sappy he could be, but Yoongi also knew how much you loved that about him.
You were so full of love and wanted to share it with everyone who touched your heart. It’s not fair how someone so good and beautiful could be ripped away from this Earth when so many bad and ugly things are left behind.
From a distance, he can hear his friends — they were yours too — singing to you as they look up at the night sky.
Today is your birthday, but if it were his, he’d wish to be the star next to your moon.
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bangtansorciere · a day ago
Lovers Through the Ages | m.list
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With an amaranth and cerulean sky swirling above your head and fireflies dancing around your person, making you bask in their glow, you await your lover at the edge of the Dark Forest. Unlike the inviting colors outside the foliage, within its folds, you only find wispy shadows and secretive whispers of its inhabitants. You peregrinate deeper into the chaparral, hypnotized by the tantalizing scents of hyacinths and tuberose, grabbing one off of the flower bush as you pick the petals and leave a trail for your lover to follow and join you before you become lost to the mist of time.
❂ This month’s writing game was Hosted by House Jiminysus and it’s Head, Professor Naia
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⁂ party time ⤠ @sugakookitty​  ➳ jung hoseok x reader       ↳   « public sex, exhibitionism, doggy style, praise kink, mutual orgasm, mutual pleasure, overstimulation / edging, clit torture, spanking, body worship, orgasm denial, crying / dacryphilia, pain kink, losing mind to pleasure, restraints, dirty talk, bimbofication, corruption kink, multiple orgasms, nipple torture »
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⁂ dionysus ⤠ @hobeemin​     ➳ min yoongi x reader          ↳   « public sex, exhibitionism, secrecy, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, praise kink, body worship, multiple orgasms, overstimulation/edging, cunnilingus, dirty talk »
⁂  whims and inconsistencies ⤠ @hisunshiine​​    ➳ kim seokjin x reader         ↳   « first time sex, secrecy, missionary, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, size kink, praise kink, body worship, mutual orgasm, overstimulation, cunnilingus, losing mind to pleasure, impregnation/breeding kink »
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yoongimingyu · 2 days ago
Unorthodox | Chapter 5
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Rating/genre: M (18+); smut, fluff, minimal angst Pairings: Reader x Taehyung*, Reader x Jungkook*, Reader x Hobi*, Reader x Jimin*, Reader x Namjoon, Reader x Yoongi*, Taehyung x Jimin (and more) Warnings: Alcohol consumption, reader is mentioned as considerably shorter/smaller than JK, non-threatening mention of getting “punished” Word Count: 6.1k Posted: September 27th, 2022 Series Masterlist
By the time your dinner was done, you were all a drink or two in, and you quickly decided the cookies weren’t getting made tonight. You were in a silly, fun mood and wanted to take advantage of the time together as you all sat on the deck, sprawled across the outdoor seating. 
The night was perfect; the sun had just set and you had plenty of booze to keep you going for as long as you wanted. Music played through the speakers low enough that you could talk but loud enough that at least one person was always bopping along to the beat - usually you or Hobi. 
Your drink in hand, you were huddled up next to Jungkook with Taehyung on your other side. Jungkook had decided he needed to show you pictures of his dog, so you nodded along telling him how cute he was. His love for his pet was precious. 
“I know it’s not the same but can I show you my niece?” you asked, whipping out your phone and opening your camera to find the cute pictures you’d taken of her so far on the trip. 
“Yeah,” he said happily, focusing his eyes on your phone and immediately breaking into a smile upon seeing photos of her playing in the sand with you. “Oh my god, she’s so cute. That’s the cutest child ever.” His eyes were wide with wonder. 
“Who is?” V asked, sliding over right up next to you to have a look. He gasped. “She is adorable. Who is she?”
“My niece. Her name is Violet. She’s two.”
His hand came up to his mouth, cutely showing his surprise as a tiny noise came out of him. “Awww. She is so sweet. Is she here?”
“Yeah, with her mom and dad. She really is the cutest kid. We have so much fun playing together.”
You scrolled over showing them more pictures of her smiling from lunchtime that day. Both of them looked at you in awe, which made your heart melt a bit. “Aw, I want to play. Is she scared of strangers?” V asked.
“Mm, sometimes it takes her a bit of time to warm up to new people. But she’s a pretty happy kid, so once you play with her, she’ll love you.”
He smiled his wide goofy smile, his eyes crinkling a bit. Goddamnit, he was so cute. 
“Taehyungie is good with kids. They like him.” 
“Oh, yeah?” you asked, turning to him. That would be a very different side of him from the one he’d been showing you. 
“I love kids,” he said dreamily. “And animals. Anything cute and innocent.”
“Am I cute and innocent?” you asked playfully, lowering your voice so the others wouldn’t catch it. Watching the look in his eyes change slightly was quite amusing. 
“Cute, yes. Innocent… I’m not so sure,” he answered, taking your thigh in his hand and squeezing. It was darker now and no one was paying attention so you weren’t concerned. You just smirked, satisfied with the response you’d gotten. It was fun to mess with him a little, especially since he seemed like the master of it. 
Your plan to squash the sexual tension between you clearly was not a plan you were going to be sticking to. As you looked around at the group of men, the primary feeling was excitement. In your slightly inebriated state, you wanted to laugh, and flirt, and learn more about them and just let loose. You’d barely been single at all in the last 8 years. Wasn’t it about time? 
Two long term relationships with only one month in between didn’t leave much time to just enjoy yourself and explore your options. And even though the six-month relationship you’d just gotten out of had been open and was closer to the level of freedom you wanted, you’d still ended up feeling trapped and losing feelings for him which just ended in you feeling horrible about it all. 
So, upon the end of it, you’d essentially resolved to stay single for a long while. This was partly because you really didn’t want to hurt anyone else but also simply because you no longer desired to have your life wrapped up with someone. You wanted autonomy, freedom, independence. You wanted to be able to do what you wanted, go where you wanted, at all times. 
So, what if you were attracted to multiple members? They were the hottest boy band in the world; of course, you were going to be attracted to them. You didn’t need to feel bad about that. And, hey, just like in an open relationship, as long as you were upfront about your intentions, it wasn’t bad or wrong or malicious. 
When you zoned back into reality, you felt the need to ask the rather invasive question. You figured you all were at least at the level of friendship where you were allowed to be curious.
“Wait- are any of you in a relationship?” you directed at those next to you but at a level that everyone would be able to hear, all of them turning to look at you. 
“Just getting right to the good stuff, huh?” RM joked as he chuckled. He took a swig of his drink before lifting up both his hands. “I’m not.” He turned his head to Jimin beside him who promptly answered with a ‘no’ and continued down the line. It turned out it was only Jin who had something different to say. 
“I’m involved with someone back home. It’s a secret - it has to be for now. Our new contract technically allows us to date now but it’s an agreement we all made with each other and our company to not date publicly just yet. But yeah, I’m the only one seeing anybody,” he said, before looking around to see if the other guys had anything to add.
“What about you?” RM asked, leaning in.
You shook your head, holding out your hands slightly. “Nope. No relationship for me. As of fairly recently actually.”
“Oh no, what happened?” Jimin asked, leaning in as the others listened.
“Just… was done,” you said with a shrug. “That sounds mean. I just mean I realized that I didn’t want to be in the relationship anymore. Didn’t feel good anymore.”
“Hmm. Well, clearly it wasn’t the right relationship for you,” Hobi suggested thoughtfully. 
“Yeah, I mean- I’m not sure if any relationship is the right one for me, to be honest. At least not, like, a serious relationship.”
“You don’t want to be with someone?” he asked, his eyebrows raised like a few of the others. 
You smiled, a little embarrassed. Your mindset on relationships was a little unorthodox these days. “Not like that. At least not anytime soon. I just want to be able to do what I want without having to like…worry about someone else all the time, you know? I’m sick of feeling stuck… and controlled.”
A few of them nodded, sharing looks with each other. 
“You’re a confusing girl,” V admitted with a bit of a laugh. “What woman wants to be by herself? Usually it’s the man, right? Every girl past twenty-five in Korea is worried about finding a husband. Maybe it’s a cultural difference too.”
“I don’t know. Maybe a little. But it’s not normal in my culture either to want to be single and not commit to someone. But… I just don’t see the point in forcing myself into anything just because it’s what other people want me to do. Plus, I’m terrified to hurt someone else. The last thing I want to do is be with someone and tell them I want to marry them and be with them forever and then fall out of love and have to break their heart again. It’s just the worst feeling.”
You looked around. They’d all listened as you’d rambled on, and seemed to at least pretend to understand as they continued their drinks.
“God, sorry. Now, I’m getting all serious. It’s not a big deal. I just don’t have a partner and don’t want one - that’s it!” you finished before laughing, the guys letting out a laugh with you. 
“So, you’re just a little heartbreaker then, huh, Y/N?” Namjoon teased, raising his eyebrows and smiling, his adorable dimples popping up.
“Stooopp,” you protested, feeling slightly awkward for speaking so candidly in front of all of them. “Not a heartbreaker. Just…doing my thing, you know,” you told him with a shrug of your shoulders. “Gotta be happy.”
“So…” Jungkook began, taking his glass in his hand. “To being single and happy, right? … Jin, you can’t join in on this one,” he teased, bringing his hand up to keep Jin from cheers-ing, who pouted but then smiled widely. 
You all lifted our glasses to clink together. 
“And doing whatever the hell we want. Cheers,” Taehyung added quickly, before you all repeated and threw back the alcohol. 
You finished your whole drink in one go. “Ok, I’m getting another! Who else?” you asked, standing up and reaching out a hand to gather the few glasses that were held up.
You entered the kitchen, Jungkook on your trail with two more to fill up. 
“You’re having fun?” he asked with a cheeky grin on his face. You supposed he could tell that you were more comfortable than you’d been the first night you’d all drank together. Not that you’d been shy that night. But now you had nothing to feel anxious about. You knew these guys. You liked these guys. And you felt very safe with them. 
“Very much,” you emphasized with a sure nod of your head, as your glass glugged full again. 
“You’re so cute.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked down to focus on pouring his. 
Your skin got warm as you looked at him and gave him a wide smile. “No, you’re so cute. You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” It was a bit much but it wasn’t a lie.
He looked up, his face shining. “Whaaat?” he said cutely, turning slightly pink. He reached over, his arm going around your shoulders to pull you close to him. You giggled as you bumped into him, letting your arms go around his torso, then bouncing a bit on your toes. You felt happy. You felt giddy. 
He looked down at you. Could his smile have been any bigger? He leant down to lightly kiss your forehead. You didn’t know why you always thought of him as little. He must’ve been 7 or 8 inches taller than you, and rivalled Namjoon for being the biggest member in stature. 
Peering up at him, you tilted your head to admire his face. You could feel his thumb rubbing against your back through your shirt. For a few moments, you almost thought he was going to kiss you. You almost kissed him. You wanted to. But you weren’t inebriated enough quite yet to do that, being still hyper aware of what was going on between you and Tae. And then there was the attraction you had towards… 
No, you couldn’t even think about any of the others. Yeah, you were not drunk enough for this. More alcohol was required. 
You broke your eye contact to find your glass, reaching out and bringing it to your mouth. He simply chuckled, letting his hold on you loosen. Together, you grabbed the newly filled glasses and went back out, handing everyone their drinks, and then plopped back down. 
With the little lights that went around the roof of the deck, and a couple candles from inside on the coffee table, it was cozy, the weather just right for pants and a t-shirt without being too hot or too cold. Just perfect. 
You smiled looking over to see Hobi balled up on the loveseat next to Suga, shoulder pressed right up against the older man’s, who didn’t seem to mind it, then Namjoon with Jimin leaning his back on his leader. You found it quite cute. Clearly they were so close, like family. 
You let your feet rest on the coffee table and leant back, sipping away.
“So, what are we playing? Never have I ever? Truth or dare?” Jungkook asked. 
“Ok, never have I ever…” Jin began leaning forward in his chair as he thought. “...stolen something?”
Namjoon looked around for a moment then proceeded to drink. You drank as well. The others looked at both of you confused. 
“Hyung, you stole?” Taehyung asked, while Suga was preoccupied with you, sending you a questioning glance, making you smirk. His eyes on you made you way more excited than you should’ve been.
“Only once. It was so long ago, I was, like, 12.”
“What did you steal?”
“It was a little bag of candy. But I was so stressed out. I never did it again,” he explained with a laugh. 
“Y/N drank,” Suga reminded everyone in his clear, direct tone, pointing at you.
“What did you steal?” Jungkook asked.
“A pair of sunglasses but it was by mistake. I totally meant to pay for them but I forgot I had them in my hand because it was a big store and I kept looking at other stuff. Then I just walked out with them accidentally.”
This made them laugh. “Did you return them?”
“No! I was too embarrassed.” You brought your hands up attempting to cover your face but quickly gave up and just started on your drink again. “I’m a good girl, I swear,” you testified, but they all seemed to just grin and shake their heads. 
“You’re baaad,” Jimin teased while laughing. 
“They were like $40 sunglasses - it’s fine! Ok, who’s next?” you asked, attempting to get out of the hot seat. 
“Never have I ever…gotten a tattoo,” Namjoon shared, a little too happily as he eyed JK who immediately groaned and drank, followed by Jimin as well. It seemed they were the only two with tattoos which was what you had thought. 
Jimin went next. “Umm, never have I ever… I don’t know. Never have I ever… sent a sexy message to the wrong person.”
You waited to see who would drink, thankful that this was not a mistake you’d ever made. You would be mortified. Everyone’s heads eagerly turned to Jin who let out a hearty laugh before making a show of taking a swig of his drink and earning a laugh from the rest of the boys. Surely, there was a good story behind that. 
He took a breath as he tried to decide what to say. “Never have I ever…gone swimming naked.”
You both watched each other as you slowly took a drink, almost laughing halfway through at his expression.
“You’re a little wild, aren’t you?”
You laughed. “I’m not! It was with my best friend in her pool at night. We were, like, 16. It was not risqué at all!”
“Uh-huh,” he nodded, clearly not believing you. You looked around at the others who were either watching you or getting explanations from other members.
“Who drank?” you asked, pointing with your glass to the circle. Yoongi raised his drink slightly.
“Oh, so I see I’m not the only wild one then,” you played. 
He rolled his eyes.
“You guys have never skinny dipped together?” you asked them collectively. “I’m surprised considering how much time you’ve spent with each other.”
“That’s what we’ll do later,” Tae joked with his deadpan expression, making the whole group laugh, a few of them shaking their heads emphatically. You weren’t going to get that drunk, surely. 
“Your turn,” the rapper spoke up, directing his attention towards you. He seemed way more comfortable and present tonight than he had that first night and it made you happy that he seemed to be enjoying himself. 
“Ok, umm… never have I ever… gone on tour?” you finally said, giving them a cheeky smile and causing them all to moan as they threw back their drinks.
“That’s not fair! It’s going to be way too easy for her to make us all drink,” Jimin pouted, bouncing in his chair. 
You shrugged, hands coming up to emphasize that you didn’t give a shit about his concerns. “Hey, that’s the name of the game. You can totally purposely say things you know other people have done,” you replied. 
“Ok, never have I ever read a pornographic book on a beach,” Tae quickly said before giving you the most mischievous smirk. Your mouth dropped open at him, and you reached out to smack him on the back of the head. He failed at dodging it then quickly retaliated, grabbing your wrist and wrestling you back into JK who attempted to rescue you. 
“Wait, wait, wait, what is he talking about?” Namjoon quickly spoke up, as you fought, his dimples already starting to make an appearance.
“What did he say??” Jin asked, forcing it to be repeated. By this point, you were bright red, and again, knocking your shoulder into Tae for outing you. 
“I’m reading a book. It’s a romance. That’s all!” you claimed. It was not a big deal. Lots of books had sex scenes that were not erotica.
“That’s why you were excited to leave us yesterday to go read on the beach,” Jungkook stated, clearly amused by this revelation.
“Oh my god, it’s just a book. With some… steamy scenes.” 
They all laughed loudly, clearly finding enjoyment in your humiliation.
“You’re the worst,” you told Tae sternly. 
In response, he leant into your ear, and growled: “Then punish me later.” Your stomach dropped. Every little thing he said or did made you wet practically instantly. How could he be so sexy and dirty right here in front of all his best friends? 
You knocked him with your elbow again, unsure of how else to respond to that. He laughed, catching your arm with his hand and forcing it away from him. 
“You have to drink,” he told you, his voice a normal level again. 
“Drink, drink, drink,” they all started chanting, not stopping until you finally rolled your eyes and downed the rest of your drink.
“There, you happy?” you asked, chuckling, before pulling yourself up to go refill again. At this point, you figured you could just bring the bottles out. So you did, joining them again a minute later with the open bottles and some snacks tucked under your arm.
You began opening them and arranging them on the coffee table while Hobi debated on what to say.
“Never have I ever…kissed someone who is not Korean.”
Oh, this was interesting. You looked around as most of the guys drank. You drank, then quickly turned to the dancer. The buzz was definitely…buzzing now.
Before you could even think to stop yourself, you put your hand out, doing a ‘come here’ motion with your fingers. “Ok, come on, I’ll take your foreigner virginity.” 
Laughter rang out, as you moved over to sit sideways on J-Hope’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. 
He was smiling, moving from his leaning back position to sitting up as he put his arms around you, loosely holding you there. You took his jaw in your hand and pulled him to you, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips moving gently against yours, before you pulled away after a couple seconds and smiled at him. He broke out into another wide smile as well before beginning to chuckle, turning a bit pinker than he already was from the alcohol.
He was so damn beautiful up close. You were playing it cool but, honestly, what you had meant to be mostly a joke was now making you… kind of want to do it again. It wasn’t a kiss kiss but still. 
You popped up off him and went to return to your seat, as you loudly exclaimed, “now you have to drink!” causing them to laugh all over again. 
“Yeah, yeah.” He nodded happily before picking up his glass and downing it, the flushed smile never leaving his lips. Tae tilted his head to you, his face almost serious, though it held a hint of something else - perhaps just an inability to pull on his normal resting face in the depth of all the booze. He was trying to look intimidating but it was cute on top of being sexy. 
“I guess you’ll be the one getting punished,” he said smoothly, his voice falling low again so only you could hear. You smirked before reaching to grab his chin and move his head a little bit back and forth, teasing him in a childish way. You probably shouldn’t have but the reaction you got from messing with him was far too fun to stop. He grabbed your wrist and pulled it away, shaking his head at you with narrowed eyes. 
“Ok, who’s next?” you asked as you looked from him, your eyes falling on Suga next in the circle.
He groaned, but it was a cute one, like a grumpy little kitten. “Never have I ever…” he began, swirling his drink in his glass as he pondered. “Never have I ever…broken up with someone,” he said, his eyes connecting with yours as he finished his sentence. 
You smirked, immediately shaking your head at him in annoyance. “That’s low.”
“Oooh, that’s savage!” Jimin called out. Their laughter made you laugh though, and you quickly stopped sending him the evil eye long enough to drink. You didn’t even notice him taking his own sip at the same time as you. 
“No one else has broken up with someone?”
“I did. I drank,” Namjoon said, followed by Jimin and Jin who also had taken a sip. 
“Most of us haven’t dated many people. We don’t have the time so not all of us have had a lot of relationships,” J-Hope explained.
“Ah, ok, that makes sense,” you said with a nod. “Consider yourselves lucky honestly. It’s a shitty feeling,” you shared, leaning over to rest against Tae, your legs coming up by JK who quickly pulled them into his lap. Tae moved as well, putting his arm around you, letting it curl around your waist. 
“It must be hard, with being as famous as you guys are, to meet someone to date because if they know who you are then it immediately becomes, like, weird, right?” you asked, curiously, trying to imagine how they’d ever form a normal relationship. Relationships were hard enough as it is, without the complication of fame and large amounts of money on top of it. 
“Yeah, it can be complicated,” RM began to answer. “It’s hard to know whether someone really likes you or just the idea or image of you. And then it’s complicated with ARMY because our fans get really involved in our lives, right? So, trying to keep a relationship private and personal is tough.”
“It sounds like so much pressure,” you commented, sinking comfortably further into Tae’s embrace. 
“It can be. I worry often about someone getting a picture of me with my girlfriend,” Jin spoke up. “Because some ARMYs wouldn’t be happy… Some would and they would be very supportive but other ones might be very against it or cause issues that we don’t want at this point.”
You nodded, listening closely. It sounded like a nightmare to you. You noticed JK had started to lightly massage your feet and looked over to smile at him, but his attention was on Jin and the conversation at hand. 
“I feel like your true fans would understand though, right? I mean you guys aren’t going to be single forever. Eventually, you’re going to want to settle down and have families. Your fans have to know that and accept it. It’d be silly not to.”
“Yeah, hopefully they can be accepting and supportive. We just worry about the initial backlash to an announcement like that. Unfortunately, that would be pretty big news in a lot of places now.”
“Of course. I’d be worried too.” You thought for a moment, your hand coming up to brush the loose strands of hair from your face. “It’s so nice that it’s so private here and you haven’t had to worry at all about any of that… or even anyone seeing me with you. Like we went to the market but other than that, there’s no way anyone could get pictures.”
“That was definitely part of picking where to go. We try to find spots that no one will find us at and are very secure,” Namjoon added. 
“Well, I’m very glad you ended up here. This has been way more fun than I was expecting.”
“For us too,” JK enthused, leaning his head back on the couch as he looked over at you. “It’s probably normal for people to make new friends on vacation but we’ve never been able to like this. It’s fun to have someone else around, don’t you think?” he added, posing the questions to the rest of the group who nodded in agreement. 
“Someone to break up all the testosterone surrounding us for the last, like, decade,” Suga said, with a small chuckle.
“Yeah, there’s a lot of penis in this group,” you agreed, waving your hand around the circle. 
“Some of us more than others,” Jin quipped, causing you all to crack up again, Jin himself most of all, and Namjoon to give his head a shove. 
You shook your head, eyes rolling.
“Anyone have another one to ask? Never have I.”
You all thought for a minute. 
“Oh, I have one. Never have I ever kissed someone of the same gender,” Jin said, already sounding suspicious before he’d even finished.
With a symphony of groans and sighs, Jimin, Tae, Hobi, Suga, JK, and yourself all took a drink leaving only RM and Jin watching with their grins. 
Your glass at your lips, your eyes flicked around to see all the others drinking, your other hand coming up to point excitedly at them. 
“You?” some of them repeated back. 
“Yeah, I’m pansexual.”
“Really?” JK asked sweetly and you nodded. Then you noticed Suga meeting your eyes with his gummy smile, eyebrows pushed up slightly, and you smiled at him widely too. 
“What about you?” you asked, returning to the maknae. 
“Some stupid game we were playing. I ended up kissing Jimin and Taehyungie.”
“A game, huh?” you bugged him, moving your eyebrows around.
He chuckled. “Yes, just a game.”
“Right, right,” you told him with a cheeky smile and nod, before letting it go.
“Bottle’s empty,” Jimin called out as he poured the last bit into his glass. With a giggle, he placed it in the middle of the table, immediately spinning it and waiting to see where it landed. It slowed and eventually pointed at you, though it could’ve been Tae since you were kind of on top of one another.
“What are the chances?” you immediately called out. “Come on, I want to see some of that guy-on-guy action.” 
Your whine earned you another chorus of laughter, as you sat yourself up, and watched Jimin come over, dancing in a silly way (that was still far too attractive) as he moved. You chuckled but it quickly became a more forceful laugh as he placed his knees on either side of you, straddling your thighs on the couch and beginning to gyrate dramatically. 
You looked up at him, your hands sliding around his small torso and landing on his perfect jean-clad ass. You almost groaned out loud, but you didn’t.
He leant down, his hands going to your neck and sinking into your hair as your lips met. This kiss was not as innocent as the one you’d given Hobi, and rightfully so as it got later and later in the night. Thankfully it wasn’t sloppy, your tongues moving together for a few moments before he finished the kiss, pulling back and breaking into a smile. He almost looked shy as he backed up off you, but you quickly slapped his butt before he walked away causing him to chuckle. 
“We can play spin-the-bottle but only if other people are doing the kissing as well because it can’t all be on me,” you told them loudly, picking up your glass again to take a swig. 
“We’re not playing spin the bottle - I’m not kissing those lips,” Namjoon drawled, reaching over to grab Jin’s cheeks beside him and squeezing them. He leaned into it, puckering his lips towards Namjoon, trying to bring his face to the leader’s, earning a look of total disgust.
“One spin. One more spin,” Jimin pushed. “It’s Y/N’s turn since it landed on her.”
“Ok, if she’s ok with it.”
You scrunched up your nose. “Mm... I’m ok with it,” you sang, reaching out your hand to grab the glass bottle. Everything about the night was making it very easy for you to go: why not? You gave it a quick spin, your stomach tightening as it went around and around. You didn’t even know who you wanted it to land on. You all watched as it spun and eventually it slowed to a stop on… 
“Baby…” you remarked happily, turning to the member who had quickly become very special to you, and immediately reached up to caress his face. He was smiling, his cheeks round and adorable. 
“Ok,” he said quietly, his face all bunched up in what you thought might be embarrassment. 
“You don’t have to,” you mouthed to him quickly, protectively, but he shook it off right away, bringing one hand up under your chin to guide your face to him. It was more confident than you were expecting and kind of sexy, the way he just took control and pulled you in. 
Your lips met, and you sunk into the kiss, your smiles dropping away, instead enjoying the feel of the kiss that’d been hanging in the air since your eye contact in the kitchen. You moved your head slightly, adjusting into the kiss, before you became suddenly aware of everyone watching and began to pull away. 
You smiled at him from just a few inches away, happy to see his cute face looking content and not uncomfortable. Not a cougar. You weren’t a cougar. 
Just as one of them cleared their throat dramatically, you sat back and pulled your legs under you, letting out a laugh. “This is a…weird night,” you told them in a bit of a tizzy. 
A small chorus of drunken agreements and laughs followed.
“I think it’s time for some music. These games are getting out of hand,” you joked, reaching over behind you to up the volume on the speaker. 
Immediately, you started grooving in you seat, singing along to the Post Malone song that was playing. The others started to bounce along too, breaking into smaller conversations as you moved on from the silly excitement that had just taken place. 
You looked over and met Jungkook’s eye. His expression was different, more serious, sexier than it usually was when he looked at you. Perhaps that kiss had had a similar effect on him as it had on you. You wanted to kiss him again. Badly. And again, it almost looked like he was going to, but after a moment he simply pulled you into his side, and looked away to the other guys to see what they were chatting about. 
You settled into him, taking a few breaths to attempt to sober yourself up a bit. Was this just an after effect of getting out of a relationship? Wanting to jump every-guy-around’s bones? Or simply an effect of being friends with these guys? Maybe you’d just claim it was their fault for all being too good-looking and alluring. Because this was ridiculous. 
You danced and flowed through various conversations for quite a while longer, finally slowing down on the intake of alcohol to the point where you’d just be at a nice level before going to bed, instead of being absolutely wrecked. 
Even still, when you got up to hug them all goodbye and head back towards your villa, you were just a tad tipsy on your feet. 
“Goodnight, loves! Sleep well,” you told them as you stepped out of the circle towards the walkway. Most of them were removing drinks and bottles, clearing out for the night to head to their rooms. 
On the stones, you wobbled a little, not quite falling but probably tipsier than you should’ve been walking in the dark by yourself for a few yards. You felt an arm go around your waist to steady you, the other taking your hand, then looked over to see Yoongi there, walking alongside you.
“You looked a bit unsteady, so I’ll walk you back.”
“You had more to drink than me. You’re probably just as unsteady,” you threw out, though you weren’t sure about the truth of your statement. You had drunk a lot.
“I can hold my liquor better than you.” He was smirking, you could hear it in his voice though your eyes focused on the ground ahead of you. “You’re a lightweight, clearly.”
“Oh, stop. I’m fine,” you said, now trying to get out of his grip to prove him wrong. He let you go after a second, stopping walking to watch as you went forward.
“See? I’m fine,” you told him, whipping around, even taking a step or two backward just to show him. 
He took a few steps to catch up with you but kept his hands to himself. His words came out low: “You’re… difficult.”
“Hey,” you blurted, before stumbling to the side and using him to steady you. 
“Come here, troublemaker,” he said, with a laugh, changing his tune quickly once again as he held you back around the waist. 
“Who are you calling ‘trouble’?” 
He shook his head, holding you tighter. You were almost back at your room. He walked you the last few steps and you paused together in front of the sliding door.
“This is me,” you said with a point of your thumb into the room. 
He nodded at you, letting go of the way he’d been holding you but keeping you close in front of him, his hands on your waist. Yours came to rest on his arms, and you couldn’t help but grip them just slightly, feigning continued unsteadiness, but absentmindedly telling him not to go just yet.
You looked at each other for a few seconds, and you gulped hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell. Something felt calming in his presence but, also, electrifying. You had the urge to kiss him, of course. The alcohol, the darkness around you making you nearly invisible to any others, the way his elegant hands were sitting soft but firm on your hips. The way he swayed himself almost imperceptibly towards you. 
But then he was swaying back away, his face changing as if he’d just talked himself out of whatever he’d been thinking the second before. You tried not to imagine what that thought was, what you wanted it to be.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said in his lowest register, the sound crawling into you and giving you goosebumps. Why was his voice so deep and sexy? His eyes dipped to the ground then back up, still so serious.
Your eyebrows lifted slightly, your expression turning what likely looked innocent and a little disappointed. 
You could understand how the night was probably a turn off for him. That was, if he’d ever even been interested in the first place. You had just kissed three of his best friends in front of him. And in the moment, you hadn’t been thinking about making him jealous. Not that it would’ve worked anyways. He was impossible to read. One would’ve assumed that if he wanted to kiss you in this moment, you’d be able to tell. But Yoongi’s face revealed nothing.
“Goodnight,” you replied, your eyes falling a bit. You squeezed his forearms a touch before letting go. His hands slid up to the smallest part of your waist, and lingered there just a second before pulling back. The lingering made you overthink, made you wonder if he wanted to have his hands on you, made you wonder if you should’ve made a move. Or maybe, you were just imagining things. 
He stepped away and turned, only looking back for a moment, then he was gone around the corner. 
You let out a deep breath, your head falling back as you leant against the glass of the door. 
“Fuck,” you breathed quietly. You closed your eyes and chuckled to yourself ever so slightly at the ridiculousness of the night before reaching over to grab the handle and swinging the door open to enter and flop onto your bed.
A/N: this is loosely set in december 2021 so they don’t have their friendship tattoos yet lol. anywayyyyyy this was a fun one!! i know not many people may relate to reader’s relationship mindset but lol whoops! that’s the way it is haha. i hope you guys like - please please let me know if you do. reblogs are super helpful so that other people can find this lil series :) otherwise, just thank you for reading. if you’re waiting for smut, hold out for another like 2 chapters and we’ll be getting somewhere ok? ok. ;)
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seokgism · a month ago
kinktober 2022 masterlist.
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contains heavy nsfw. interact only if you are comfortable.
masterlist will be updated whenever i am ready.
mainly jeongguk fics lol (can you tell im jk biased?)
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day 1 — corruption kink with jeon jeongguk
day 2 — voyeurism with jeon jeongguk and kim taehyung
day 3 — possessiveness with min yoongi
day 4 — phone sex with jeon jeongguk
day 5 — virgin kink with jeon jeongguk
day 6 — sex tape with jeon jeongguk
day 7 — cockwarming with jeon jeongguk
day 8 — threesome with jeon jeongguk and park jimin
day 9 — yandere with jeon jeongguk
day 10 — breeding kink with kim seokjin
day 11 — praise kink with park jimin
day 12 — shower sex with jeon jeongguk
day 13 — birthday sex with park jimin
day 14 — dry humping with jeon jeongguk
day 15 — lactation kink with jeon jeongguk
day 16 — massaging kink with kim taehyung
day 17 — mutual masturbation with jeon jeongguk
day 18 — breast play with jeon jeongguk
day 19 — handjob with jeon jeongguk
day 20 — cock riding with kim seokjin
day 21 — doggy style with min yoongi
day 22 — desk sex with jeon jeongguk
day 23 — vibrator use with jeon jeongguk
day 24 — car sex with jeon jeongguk
day 25 — titty fuck with jeon jeongguk
day 26 — public sex with kim taehyung
day 27 — getting caught with min yoongi ft. jung hoseok
day 28 — hate sex with min yoongi
day 29 — good girl/boy kink with kim taehyung
day 30 — panty kink with jeon jeongguk
day 31 — light bondage with jeon jeongguk + (bonus halloween fic)
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comment which day or days you want to be added to in the tag list xx! see you guys in october!
all my love, wren.
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euphoricfilter · 12 days ago
Helping Hands || Min Yoongi
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Pairing: Caretaker! Yoongi x Kindergarten teacher! Reader
Genre: Fluff || Smut || Strangers to lovers || Non-idol AU
Summary: Yoongi always had a knack for fixing things, and with producing getting him nowhere, he ends up working for the school his long-time friend Seokjin, teaches at. With his new job, he meets you, and although your first encounter hadn’t been the best; at least not in Yoongi’s eyes, he could have never guessed how your relationship would bloom. And Yoongi gets to show you his hands can do more than fix your faulty heating.
Word Count: 13.3k
Tags/ Warnings: fluffy, smut in the forms of: oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, protected sex (because that’s cool), they hold hands while they fuck, boobie play, squirting, boyfriends taekook, namjoon is a bit of an ick.
Notes: this idea was derived from a tiktok, but the original creator has deleted the video :’( but the idea of someone having a crush on you and helping fix up your classroom was too endearing to pass! when i thought about writing this i didn’t think it would be very long, and i thought how on earth am i meant to write a decent story from this vague-ish concept but here we are 13k words of two people falling in love. considering i’ve never had a s/o i don’t think i did too bad… but maybe this is just what i want from someone i like even if the idea of becoming a teacher makes me want to hurl. if there's mistakes, no there isn't.
edit: the tiktok that inspired this fic! thank you @devilonmyshouder for finding it! my savior 🥲
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“Have you asked for her number yet?”
“What?” Yoongi releases a long sigh, head turning so his eyes can meet Seokjin’s, who had a sly smile pasted on his annoyingly handsome face. And it’s at times like these where Yoongi wonders why he still puts up with Jin’s bullshit.
“The kindergarten teacher you’ve been staring at since we sat down” Jin points out, watching you as you laugh with a few of your co-workers on the other side of the cafeteria; in perfect eyeshot from where Yoongi sits.
“No? Why would I do that?” said man asks, stabbing a piece of meat with more force than it deserved. Yoongi has to will himself to not let his eyes wander back in your direction; like hell would he give Seokjin what he wanted. Yoongi doubted he had enough patience stored up to deal with the impending teasing that his long-time friend would surely thrust upon him if he were to prove his point correct. Plus, he was nothing more than being a little intrigued by you.
“Because you clearly like her” Jin tuts.
“Do not”
“Do too. You can’t deny your little crush. I’ve seen the way you look at her” Jin exasperates, flinging his arms above his head dramatically, catching the attention of a few other teaching staff scattered across the growingly scarce cafeteria.
Yoongi cringes, eyes squinting in distaste at his friend’s flamboyant antics that seemed to always garner the eyes of everyone around him. But Yoongi supposes with Jin’s face, it shouldn’t come as a surprise the attention always seemed to be on him, even if he was acting somewhat civilised. Yoongi had never thought of Jin as more than a friend, even if he did swing both ways; but, he could see why Jin’s face had such an appeal, even Aphrodite would have a run for her money if Jin were to rock up in those times, stealing the attention all for himself with his aggravatingly perfect face.
“It’s not a crush. This isn’t high school Hyung” Yoongi grunts, shoving his lunchbox back into his bag. Uncaring as he squashes a banana, already a little too overripe for his liking anyways.
You’d have to pay him millions before he dared touch the cafeteria food, in no way, shape or form would he risk growing a third arm from the slop they served. It’s offensive they had the gall to call it food, let alone serve it to the poor children. And he swears he saw one of the chefs spit in the pasta once, he doesn’t care if it adds flavour.
Now, Yoongi didn’t like children. Not in the slightest.
Thought they were disgusting, foul little creatures that had no sense of personal hygiene or self-awareness. With their sticky hands and voices that carried across miles, everything about children made Yoongi recoil.
And that may leave you wondering why on earth is Yoongi working in a school?
Money. That’s the simple answer.
Yoongi had a knack for fixing things, he’s good with his hands (interpret that how you will). And he really needed the money. His little ‘side hustle’ of producing only made him so much money, and as inflation increased, so did Yoongi’s bills, and slowly he had started finding it a little harder to pay bills and food for not only him but Holly; his cute little dog that he refused to believe wasn’t a puppy any longer. Jin had argued that Yoongi spoiled his dog, buying premium food and overpriced treats, but Holly only deserved the best.
Therefore, the job had to change and not his dog’s nutrition.
So, when the same Seokjin who complained about his pampered pup, had told him about the open position in the school he worked at, Yoongi was sceptical to say the least. He’d dropped out of college after a semester, taking on shoddy part-time jobs to pay for his producing equipment and clearly that had only brought him so far. So he couldn’t see any good reason to waltz back into a school.
Not only that, the thought of having to share space with tiny terrors for hours a day, 5 out of 7 days a week, the offer didn’t seem all that worth it. Until he saw the salary.
Not only was he now making 10 times more than he had been, basically teachers wages (still not enough but better than nothing), he got his own little office in the far end of campus, so he wouldn’t have to interact with any sticky babies and loud-mouthed teens unless absolutely necessary.
With his shiny new office, secluded from the crowd of teachers that gathered at lunch, Yoongi had zero intentions of sitting in the crusty cafeteria; even if his Jin Hyung had begged him for the first two weeks of his new job, to come and sit with him and his other teacher friends. He’d never enjoyed everyone gathering in one place to eat, crowds of people sounding more like squawking birds than hushed chatter that always ended up in arguments.
That was until Yoongi had met you. And suddenly the cafeteria seemed like the only place he wanted to be.
Pretty you who looked like a goddess among humans. Even with the splodges of paint staining your dress, and snotty babies clinging to you like nothing Yoongi had ever seen.
Yoongi had only been working at the school for a month, the start of the school year rolling by quicker than he had initially anticipated. And before he knew it, two weeks had passed by; and that second week on the jobs was when he had first ‘met’ you.
‘Met’ was generous. It was more a brief encounter where Yoongi couldn’t get the words off his tongue quick enough and had been left dumbstruck. Worried he had scared you off with how rude he must have been. You’d strutted out of your classroom, a model among the little children waddling behind you like little ducklings would their mother, hot on your tail as you led them to the bathrooms.
Yoongi had been fixing one of the fan units in the hallway, and you’d politely smiled up at him, making sure none of the children would knock the ladder Yoongi had been stood on, worried their little bodies would bulldoze into the wonky frame and Yoongi would be sent flying. And although that would make a memorable first impression, Yoongi didn’t want to be rushed to hospital with a concussion and his pride bruised.
‘Good morning’
Two simple words and Yoongi felt as if his heart would implode; he felt silly, coughing, and then only managing a curt nod as a reply, words sticky on his tongue like taffy. Clogging his throat as he holds his breath momentarily.
You see, Yoongi was prone to worrying, anxiety always laying under his skin like an itch that he could never get rid of, irritating but part of his life whether he liked it or not. And that night he’d laid awake, worried he hadn’t made a good first impression, scaring you away when he hadn’t even gotten the chance to learn your name.
And sure, he could have asked Jin, but that man had enough blackmail material already; he didn’t need to know about Yoongi’s budding interest in the pretty kindergarten teacher. If he hadn’t embarrassed himself enough then Seokjin surely would.
To Yoongi’s surprise you hadn’t seemed too offended by his reply, or lack thereof, as a week later you’d greeted him during lunch; even going as far to hold the door open for him as he languidly wandered into the cafeteria, in search of Seokjin.
This time Yoongi felt a little more prepared, muttering a short ‘thanks’, small smile stretching onto his lips as he points it in your direction. He doesn’t wait for your reply, legs already pulling him out of what could be another embarrassing encounter, a little disheartened that the day he finally decided to eat with the rest of the staff (secretly hoping to see you), your encounter had been so brief.
Yoongi’s easy smile however, remained throughout the course of lunch, heart fluttering like little butterfly wings locked in the cage of his chest; and if Seokjin noticed his friend’s flushed cheeks he chose not to say anything.
The caretaker thought he was sly with his little crush, never mentioning you to Jin, only stealing short glimpses of you from across the cafeteria, that short half an hour a day enough to recharge his motivation to continue this job. And he has the gall to be surprised when Seokjin finally decides to bring it up.
“Might want to hurry up, Jungkookie might beat you to it” Jin calls out, and if Yoongi hadn’t seen a few kids running around the area, he would have flipped off the elder. But Yoongi does nothing more than wave him off, and he may have been worried if he didn’t know Jungkook was already seeing someone.
That someone being Kim Taehyung, the high school art teacher, who occasionally sat at their table at lunch. Most of his time hauled up in the art rooms where students were welcome to work during the lunch hour.
Yoongi wasn’t one to stereotype but Kim Taehyung was the very definition of eccentric art teacher. Style a little unusual, paintings so abstract Yoongi felt like he was on acid while trying to decipher the meaning.
He had seen how Jungkook looked at Taehyung, the little galaxies that shone in his eyes when he looked at his love, where each star represented one thing that Jungkook adored about his boyfriend, his gentle gaze enough to show the absolute adoration they held for one another.
Yoongi had complained, telling them to get a room on more than one occasion when they’d decided to lick into each other’s mouths during afterschool dinners. But truly he was happy they had something so precious, a love like a warm hug, infinite trust between the two of them; something that Yoongi secretly yearned for.
More often than not Yoongi felt a little misunderstood. He never meant to come off as cold or disinterested, he liked the silent company of a person as much as he enjoyed his time alone, you didn’t have to always be talking; silent comfort of another person enough for him.
Yoongi didn’t want to come off as rude, he just didn’t know what to say sometimes, happier to prove his love with acts of service than empty words that even he doesn’t know the meaning of. He doesn’t want to come off as unapproachable, but when you’re tired from work and lacking the energy to act like a ray of sunshine, much like the physical education teacher, Hoseok, Yoongi could only wallow in his own self-pity some nights. Wondering why only a select few seemed to enjoy his company, or why so many romantic relationships have been washed down the drain.
As the first semester of school progressed, the weather had started to get colder, autumn slinking by before anyone could comprehend the unusually warm summer.
Kids starting to layer uniform, and teachers turning to the heaters to defrost their fingers as they arrive early, grass still dewy with air that nips at your skin like little needles.
Yoongi jolts up from his seat at the gentle knock of his office door, his feet flying off the desk from where he’d been resting them; worried that it was his boss coming for his usual weekly check-up.
However, Yoongi was pleasantly surprised to find you stood in his doorway; soft-looking sweater cocooning you in its warmth, nose tinted red from the frosty morning air, tips of your fingers barely peeking out from where you try to warm them up from the confines of your sleeves. And it takes all Yoongi’s will, not to tell you he had more ways than one he would love to heat you up (though he supposes he should take you out on a date before that).
Yoongi thinks you must have been sent from the sky, pretty, even in the dim morning sunlight, kissing your skin like Yoongi would if you would let him.
“Good morning” you smile, nose twitching at the strong scent of coffee that permeates the air of Yoongi’s office.
“Morning. Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, leg bouncing up and down anxiously. He has no time to curse himself for how blunt he must have come off, tone anything but inviting, before you’re opening your mouth to answer him.
“Yes actually. The heater in my classroom isn’t working”
Yoongi nods, pushing himself from his seat, ignoring the piping hot coffee he was moments away from drinking as he picks up his little toolbox that sat beside his desk.
“Lead the way” he motions out of the room, not daring to make eye-contact with you; worried he were to drown in the depths of your eyes, calling him in like a siren would with song.
He watches your back as you walk him to your classroom, fingers itching to hold your hands, help you warm them up as the stupid heater in your classroom couldn’t do its job properly.
Yoongi didn’t exactly know what he expected your classroom to look like, never working up the courage to peek inside and take a look into such a large part of your life.
The flurry of colours was expected, paintings from what he assumes to be your classes over the years hung on the wall, with paints and pens stacked on short shelving by each wall of the room.
Your desk sits at the front of the room, little trinkets lining the edges, papers covering the surface like a blanket. And Yoongi has to stop the smile from pulling at his face from how disordered you are; just like him. And he can somewhat appreciate the beauty in the mess of your classroom, it showed it was loved, enjoyed by more than just the small group of children that spent nearly every hour in here every day, loved by you who clearly spent time lining the walls with letters and drawings all addressed to you, carefully printed and cut letters of the alphabet climbing the walls like vines and fairy lights hung like tree snakes lounging on a branch.
“This one over here” you point to the heaters under the window, and Yoongi cringes at the cool air that caresses his cheeks as he stalks the length of your classroom. Nipping his cheeks like little jaws trying to pull apart his skin.
As he kneels down, pulling his glasses from the front pocket of his hoodie, he takes a closer look at the pipes connected to the main framing of the heater. Yoongi tries not to pay attention to you as you shuffle through the mountain of papers on your desk, he tries not to focus on the way you bite your lip; the little devil that rest on his shoulder whispering for him to just kiss you.
Yoongi distracts himself with your heater, fingers a little shakier than usual as you wander around the room, picking up pots of paints off the shelves, brushes stored in separate drawers and laying them all on the little tables, perfect for the little toddlers you taught. Chairs so small they must have been the first bear’s that goldilocks had thought were too uncomfortable to sit on, they sure looked it; no amount of colour enough to mask the hard plastic they were made of.
Yoongi frowns when he finds the problem with your heater, somehow a bolt had gotten loose; he can only assume one of the children had fiddled with it. Little fingers always having to play with something, another thing he hated about kids. If it’s not meant to be touched, then don’t touch it.
He pulls a spanner out of his toolbox, fingers skimming over a screwdriver. He looks over at shelving unit by the heater, screws glimmering in the slowly growing sunlight that climbs its way over the top of the neighbouring school building.
And that same little devil on his shoulder whispers something a little naughty, something Yoongi knows he shouldn’t do. And maybe Yoongi was a little bit of a hypocrite, after just saying kids shouldn’t touch everything, but the screws looked so shiny, so inviting, a little accident that means he may get an extra half hour with you.
He peers over at you, sat at your desk, typing something on your laptop. And decides that what’s the worst that could happen? He quickly tightens the loose bolt to your faulty heater, turning the knob on the side just in case before he scoots his way over to the shelf that had been holding the paints you now had on the table.
He licks his lips, sucking in a sharp breath before he unscrews a few nails. Silently praying the shelf can hold up until he leaves the room.
You stay none the wiser, typing away on some blank document from what Yoongi can make out. He tucks his glasses back into the front pocket of his hoodie, dusting off the imaginary dust that clung to the knees of his jeans before he’s clearing his throat to catch your attention. You startle, eyes wide when they meet Yoongi’s, who thinks you look a little like a puppy caught doing something they were told not to.
He stifles his laugh, coving it with a cough, “Your heater should be working, I turned it up a little so the room should heat up quicker” he explains, motioning towards the offending object. Your shelves staring at him, and Yoongi worries you can see the guilt swimming in his eyes.
You nod, pushing yourself from your seat, you bow a little in thanks, “You’re the best” you grin, and Yoongi can feel his heartrate pick up; cheeks dusted in rosy red.
You were so pretty.
+ + +
Yoongi waits all day, ears perking up when footsteps echo down his end of the hall throughout the rest of work. Begrudgingly helping a few other teachers that seemed to have had heating problems in their classrooms too; a common theme it seems.
Or, the occasional pitter patter of kids running down the hallway like a heard of wild animals during breaktimes, or teens sneaking off to the bathrooms where they liked to make out, or a few other things if their dishevelled uniform meant anything as Yoongi wandered around for his afternoon walk.
He tries to spot you at lunch, his mood only souring when you never walk into the cafeteria, your melodic laughter not gracing the usual grating sound of stressed teaching staff, that all seemed to have a passion for complaining about their jobs.
Jin had tried to cheer him up, offering to share his homemade lunch just to get even a hint of a smile out of Yoongi, and usually the caretaker would love to bless his tastebuds with actual decent food; but it seemed nothing, but your pretty smile would suffice to sate his grumpy mood.
The minutes before the home-time bell slowly creep up on Yoongi, and on most days he would be ecstatic that he could finally escape this hellhole. He never understood why teachers would willingly return to the place that is designed to fuck over students; especially when the pay isn’t all that great. And most of them seemed to despise their jobs anyways.
Even after the bell rings, startling Yoongi from his own little reverie, he remains sat at his desk; a little quiver of hope still left inside of him that you would be stood in the doorway of his office once more.
He thinks it must be a daydream when you show up, unable to properly comprehend that you were once again stood before him. That would be the second time in one day.
He isn’t at all surprised when you give him a sheepish smile, “Do you have any spare screws? It seems my shelving has broken”
And a small flame of guilt licks at Yoongi’s heart and mind, but the pretty smile that stretches onto your lips when Yoongi only lets out a little laugh, picking up his little toolbox, is enough to expel any of his worries.
He once again gets to stare at your back as you walk back towards your classroom, pretty sweater still veiling your body; and Yoongi licks his lips at what you could be hiding underneath the layers you wear.
A blink of an image flashing behind his eyes of you sprawled across the sheets of his bed, his head tucked in-between your thighs. He knew he’d get addicted to your taste, surely with such a sweet voice, all of you must be just the same. Your arousal thick like nectar on his tongue as he pushes you over the edge to your own pleasure.
“Mr. Min?” you wave a hand in-front of his face.
Yoongi blinks, “Sorry?” he coughs, heat creeping up his neck, pinching the tips of his ears.
You point towards the mess of your bookshelf, paint pots and art supplies scattered across the floor from where the shelf had caved in on itself. A mound of mess that you would now have to tackle once Yoongi acts as your saviour; a dark knight that had secretly put you in this messy situation.
“I was putting the paint pots away when it sorta of just… collapsed”
Yoongi lets out a grunt of understanding, that same guilt from earlier tickling up his spine as he looks over the huge mess you’ll have to clear up once he fixes your shelving. He shouldn’t have taken those few screws that morning and should have just worked up the courage to ask you out instead of making your day harder. But he supposes what is done is done and now he must fix his selfish doings.
You remain sat at your desk, finger scrolling through your phone as Yoongi rummages through his little box of screws.
His fingers dip into the pocket of his jeans, shiny steel nails pricking the tips of his fingers.
“Do you need any help?” You startle the caretaker, worried smile on your face as Yoongi picks up a few of the fallen shelves.
“No, it’s alright” he waves you off.
“Would you like something to drink then?” you ask.
“Black coffee is fine, thanks” he shoots you a quick smile, gums on show.
Yoongi doesn’t notice the bristly heat that burns the soft skin of your cheeks as you wander towards a cabinet in the back of your classroom. Rummaging for the granulated coffee that a few of your co-workers stored by your kettle. Not your first beverage of choice but a few of your friends took advantage of your little drink station.
As the kettle boils your water, Yoongi can see you intently watching him from the corner of his eye; and he feels his palms get clammy from your attention set so closely on him. He would have compared your eyes to those of a hawk if you hadn’t been so utterly soft; tempting Yoongi to wrap you up in his pocket and dote on you.
“How did you get so good at this?” you wonder aloud, awe evident on your face as Yoongi easily slides a shelf back into place.
Yoongi pauses, “Honestly I’m not sure. Guess I’m just good with my hands”
Your tongue peeks out to wet your lips at that; body jumping when the little click of the kettle finishing boiling. You whip back around to finish Yoongi’s drink, said man finding it hard to stop a little smirk from tugging at his lips at your flushed cheeks, pretty even painted in red.  
You place a rounded pink mug on the windowsill by where Yoongi is working, and he mutters a quick thanks before he’s focusing back on holding the panel of wood back into the right place, silver nail balanced between his lips.
“I never got your name” Yoongi says when you take a seat at one of the student’s tables, warm mug of hot chocolate heating your cold hands up.
“Y/n” you tell him, “And you are?” you ask, only knowing of him by his surname.
“Yoongi” he tells you, pushing himself up with the help of your now sturdy shelf.
You push yourself up from the desk, placing your cup of drink down before you start picking up the scattered art supplies. Yoongi follows, tucking his screwdriver into the back pocket of his jeans as he picks up the paint pots that brought him back into your room. The vibrant colours glaring at him; a reminder of his sins.
“You don’t have to, Yoongi” you tell him, but said handyman ignores you; brain replaying how nice his name sounded when it came from your lips, dipped in sweet honey, addictive in the way that makes Yoongi want to beg you to say it one more time. Something about your voice enchanting, pulling him closer like a snake charmer does a snake with its pipe.
Instead, he brushes you off, “I’ve stayed this late, what more is a few minutes?”
Your nose scrunches at that, “Sorry about that”
+ + +
“Have you asked for her number yet?” Seokjin asks.
“What?” Yoongi feels a sense of d��jà vu as he sits in the corner of the cafeteria, you sat at another table with a few other teachers. Though today you seem more focused on your lunch than any of the baseless chatter the others on your table seem to be immersed in.
“You stayed after school with her, had dinner together after that and you still haven’t asked for her number?” Jin gawks.
“Min Yoongi” Jungkook shakes his head, “Ask the poor woman on a date or something”
“What if she was just being polite?” he asks the youngest, chewing at the skin of his bottom lip.
“She must be interested; she went out for dinner with you after you’d fucked up her shelves”
Yoongi’s head snaps in your direction, worried you'd somehow heard Jungkook, “She doesn’t know that, keep it down”
Jungkook snickers, “Seriously, ask her out. Otherwise, someone else might” he nods in the direction of your table, a stupidly handsome male laying his hands on your shoulders. Green jealousy bubbling inside of Yoongi as he just watches.
You turn to look up at him with a smile, grateful as he places a bag on the table in-front of you.
Yoongi narrows his eyes, “Who the fuck is he?” he tuts.
“Kim Namjoon, works in the high school”
“Cute dimples” Taehyung pulls out a spare chair beside Jungkook, leaning over to lay a wet kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.
Yoongi grunts dramatically pushing himself from his seat. His hands slam onto the table, “You guys are going out tonight, right?” he turns towards Jin who only nods, confusion evident on his face.
Yoongi storms over towards the table you’re sat at, and as he draws closer, he can only wonder where this burst of confidence came from; ignition slowly burning to nothing but warm embers as he pushes one foot in-front of the other. But when he makes eye contact with slimy looking Namjoon, a cursed smile being shone his way Yoongi’s anxiety seems to be the least of his worries.
“Y/n” he calls you, endeared by your wide eyes that flit to meet his own, happiness enveloping your eyes as you look up at him.
“Yes?” you stand when Yoongi makes it to your side, still having to stare up at him from beneath the veil of your eyelashes, ones that Yoongi finds very pretty.
“We’re going out for dinner tonight” he throws a thumb over his shoulder towards his table of friends, Taehyung waves, boxy smile an attempt to placate your worries, “And I was wondering if you wanted to… wanted to come with us?”
Yoongi knows you must be able to see the unease that swims in his eyes, and he worries that maybe he looks a little desperate, stalking towards your table unannounced; but with your small group of co-workers all staring at him like he’d grown a second head, he’s seconds away from scuttling out the cafeteria.
“That would be lovely, Yoongi” you smile.
“I’ll meet you at the gate after school?” he asks, eyes brightening in hope. You nod and Yoongi has to bite his lip to stop the huge smile that threatens to pull at his cheeks.
+ + +
“I swear he isn’t always like this” Yoongi shakes his head, turning his attention to look at you.
“I think it’s amusing” you turn towards your new friend, wincing when Seokjin, who had previously been dancing on a chair, falls onto a table. Both your eyes snap towards the eldest of the group, trying to gauge if he was okay or needed immediate medical attention.
Yoongi supposes the alcohol coursing through Seokjin’s veins was enough to help him stagger to his feet like he hadn’t just body slammed into a table, and Jungkook has to wave off a worried bar tender who had already pulled his phone from his pocket, moments away from calling for an ambulance.
Taehyung scans Jin’s body, trying to figure out if he had a concussion or not. And Jungkook tries to ask his hyung if he remembers who he is.
“This isn’t what I imagined dinner to be” you turn back to Yoongi who elegantly brings his glass of whisky to his lips, somehow looking like royalty in such a grimy bar, tucked away in an alleyway.
He hums, letting his taste buds soak in the refined flavour of the liquor before he answers you, “Me neither. Usually, we go to that shitty Italian place down the street”
“I like it there!” you exasperate, “Their dessert is really good”
“I don’t like dessert”
“What?” you breathe, “You devil, how could you not like dessert?”
Yoongi snorts, a little unattractive on his part but he couldn’t help himself, “Why stuff yourself more when you’ve just had a meal?” (Maybe you liked to be stuffed, but you thought it was a bit too soon for that conversation)
“Because you always have a second stomach for dessert” you tell him instead, “Honestly I got that vibe from you”
“What vibe?”
“Dessert hating vibes, I knew the moment you told me you liked black coffee, with no milk, no sugar that you were a dessert hater” you explain, dramatic shake to your head.
“I’m not a dessert hater, doll. I just have priorities”
“Really bad ones. I refuse to accept any dessert slander”
Yoongi opens his mouth, eyes widening a little in shock when you place a finger over his lips, “Uh uh” you shake your head.
Yoongi laughs at that, tongue poking out from between his lips to lick your finger. You recoil, nose scrunching at Yoongi who only laughs. (He had always preferred his own fingers in other people’s mouths, never really enjoying them in his own).
“Okay, lovers, we’re going home” Jungkook pushes between yours and Yoongi’s seats, “Jin’s about to pass out and I’m moments away from leaving him on the streets”
Both you and Yoongi turn to look over at Taehyung who holds up a very wobbly Seokjin, and you nod in understanding. But Yoongi feels his heart sink at the thought of having to go home already, he had started to enjoy your company, slowly peeling back each layer of your very being.
“I’ll walk you home” Yoongi places a hand on your shoulder when the five of you make it out of the bar. You nod, giving Jungkook a quick hug before he helps Taehyung lug their friend home.
You and Yoongi walk in silence, nothing uncomfortable; just the two of you basking in the company of one another.
Yoongi startles a little when you take a sudden hold of his wrist, “Yoongi, let’s go there” you pull him towards the familiar, drab Italian restaurant that he’s spent way too many weekends drinking in.
The lights at the front blink, bare wires hanging on for dear life to keep the neon lights hung about the windows of the restaurant. The fluorescent light momentarily blind the both of you as you wander inside.
Yoongi makes no fuss as you pull him into a booth by the window, encouraging you even, by handing you a menu. You flip it open, “My treat” you say, ignoring Yoongi as he opens his mouth to argue.
“You can treat me, next time”
Next time.
You wanted to see Yoongi again. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through him, making him that little more delusional that you could feel the same about him as he does you.
“Fine” he drawls, motioning for a waiter to come to the table when you drop the menu with a little smile.
“Did you really have to order only dessert?”
“I got you black coffee as well” you argue, “if you don’t like them, then I’ll eat it”
Yoongi tuts, watching as the waiter brings over your tray of treats. More sugar than the mad hatter had at his tea party balanced on one rusting metal tray.
You wiggle happily in your seat, and Yoongi turns his head to look out the window, coving the blush that coats the skin of his cheeks in dusty red; and Yoongi wonders if this is what falling in love feels like, a new addiction worming its way into his heart. And Yoongi worries he won’t be able to stop himself, fingers itching to feel this again even if it’s only one more time.
“I got you tiramisu, because it tastes like coffee” you push the small plate towards him, eyes wide with wonder as Yoongi take a fork from one of the napkins, everything he does fascinating you as he holds himself with the grace and dignity a lot of people aspire for.
He awkwardly takes a forkful of cake, worried you were scrutinizing him for not eating this right. What if he hated it? And you got offended? What if you were turned off because he didn’t like the same foods as you? Is it a red flag to not like sweet things? God, Yoongi would shovel this cake into his mouth if it meant you’d give him a smile.  
Yoongi thinks you must be able to read his mind, “You don’t have to like it” you remind him, picking up your own fork as you pull a plate towards your body, excitement of a child in your eyes.  
+ + +
“What are you doing for Christmas?” you ask, turning towards Yoongi who dips his paintbrush into the can.
“Probably spend it with my dog” he shrugs, rubbing his gloved hands across his sweats, hoping to warm them up a little.
“You have a dog?” you gape, “Why didn’t you tell me?” you sulk.
Yoongi had told you he’d noticed the paint on your heaters chipping, a potential fire hazard (or so he claims), and that he would repaint them for you with heat safe paint. You’d nodded, offering to help him during the weekend, He’d shrugged, telling you it was your choice, that the room would be cold as you couldn’t paint on scorching hot metal, but you’d only giggled, telling him to pass his phone so you could add his number, and that you’d see him tomorrow. And Yoongi had felt dizzy when you’d brushed him off, determined to meet him that weekend and help.
Now he finds himself with you, both bundled up in coats, and woolly gloves to keep the both of you warm as you paint the morning away. The morning birds haven finished their songs for the day, probably ready to eat as lunch neared, afternoon sun squeezing minimal heat into the classroom through the windows.
“Do you have any plans?” he asks, foot tapping anxiously on the floor.
You shake your head, “I usually visit my parents, but they said they’re sick of white Christmases. So, my dad whisked them off to some tropical island until the end of February when it gets a little warmer”
“You didn’t want to go?”
“It’s not that, I just have a job, and I wouldn’t be able to stay all that long with work chasing me during the holidays”
Yoongi hums, “Want to spend it together?”
Your eyes widen, turning towards Yoongi who continues to paint, acting as if he hadn’t just offered to spend Christmas with you.
“Huh?” you breathe, “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude”
“On what? Me and my dog? Jin Hyung usually stops by, but I think he secretly has a girlfriend because for the last two years he drops off some cookies and then rushes out the door, without his obligatory kisses”
“What about Jungkook and Taehyung?”
“They spend the holidays together, probably fucking. They can’t keep their hands to themselves” you giggle at that.
“They’re cute” you tell him, happy smile pulling onto your face as you recall the ‘dinner’ you’d had together a few weeks ago. And how much Jungkook and Taehyung seemed to be drawn to one another; you think they must the definition of love. Just pure, unadulterated love between the two of them. Two little lovebirds who are mates for the rest of their lives, always drawn to one another.
Jin had showed up to your classroom with a box of chocolates to apologize on the following Monday, babbling how unprofessional the whole encounter was. You’d waved him off, inviting him for coffee or tea during break times if he ever needed a breather from the swarm of students that always seem to gather outside his office door. All hoping to spend a little more time with the good-looking language teacher, innocent crushes pushing them to work hard in class.
He’d thanked you. Apologizing once more before he’d scuttled away with a sheepish smile plastered on his face. Late for a meeting he had with the head of department, and he had already missed the meeting the month prior.
“They’re cute when they’re not sucking each other’s tongues” Yoongi grunts, nudging the sleeve of your jacket so it wouldn’t fall into the pan of paint, worried it wouldn’t wash out from your sleeves.
“Let them be in love” you whine, wiggling a little in place, “Could you imagine loving someone like they do?”
Yoongi shakes his head, “Never been in love”
“I mean I dated in high school but nothing close to love” Yoongi turns towards you, “What about you?”
Your cheeks flush, “I’ve never uhh—I’ve never dated. Like at all”
Yoongi blinks, “Not even that smarmy dick?”
“Kim Namjoon or whatever his name is?”
Your tongue wets your lips, and then your eyes widen, “God no” you let out a long breath, “He asked me out last year and I said no. Why on earth would a high school literature teacher ask me out?”
“Because you’re pretty?” Yoongi replies, avoiding eye contact by mixing the paint a little.
“That’s shallow of him” you scoff, “He’s a narcissist anyways, I would never be as good looking as he believes himself to be” you tell Yoongi, and the caretaker wants to bash his head against the table behind him with how oblivious you are.
“That’s shitty” Yoongi agrees, though he feels his heart constrict. Didn’t you know how perfect you are?
“You know he told me I should have studied for a more sophisticated profession, and asked why I wanted to work with kids below the age of 15” you frown, “I thought that was a little mean, so I told him to go fuck himself”
Yoongi laughs at that, “I always see him near your table at lunch”
You hum, nodding—“He’s been trying to win me over with cakes and cookies, I only smile so I get free stuff out of him”
“So, you’re leading him on?”
You drop your brush into the paint pan, “Is that what I’m doing? That’s really shitty” you look at Yoongi with guilty eyes. 
“I guess if he’s a bad man then it’s a little more forgivable” he gently places his paintbrush beside your own, “But he doesn’t deserve you if he’s an asshole”
You nod at that, small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
+ + +
“Please Yoongi” you tug on the sleeve of his jacket, trying to veer him towards the ice rink.
He only grunts, “I don’t skate”
“But it’s Christmas” your shoulders fall, and Yoongi feels as though he just kicked a puppy with your sad pout.
“Fine” he takes your hand, pulling you towards the old woman at the rental booth.
Yoongi can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat, having just watched you fall onto your bottom only minutes after getting onto the rink.
“Hey!” you point an accusing finger at him, “It’s not funny”
“Just a little, darling” he tries hard to stifle his laugh, but fails miserably when you try to push yourself to stand; stood more like a new-born doe who hadn’t grasp the concept of walking yet.
Yoongi misses the devious smile on your face when he bends down to help you stand, your cheeks warming at the pretty smile the caretaker had, warm like a spring afternoon.
“When you offered for us to go skating, I thought you’d be good at it”
You cross your arms over your chest, instantly regretting the sudden action as you wobble. You let out something akin to a squeak when Yoongi takes a hold of your arms, helping stabilise you as your stomach tenses.
“My little deer” he laughs, hands skimming down the length of your arms to hold your hands.
You feel heat creep up your neck, burning the tips of your ears; feeling some relief knowing that your nose and ears were already red from the cold, so you only bite your lip, trying not to let your shuddering breath become known to Yoongi.
He, however, sees your eyes glaze over, something he hadn’t seen from you yet. And it only feeds into his little fantasy of you sprawled out across the sheets of his bed, his name clinging to your tongue, dripping like sweet honey as you beg for more. More of what? He has yet to decide. He’s imagined eating you out, sure that you’d recoil, shy, when he tries to go down on you. He wonders what you’d look like, bouncing prettily on his cock, begging for him to help you, legs shaking as he pounds into you, if your moans would be as soft as your voice, if you’d try to cover your mouth with your hands.
Yoongi coughs, bringing his attention back to you who wobbles, another attempt to skate towards him on your own. This time, Yoongi is ready when you stagger forwards, holding onto your waist as you tumble into his chest.
“Sorry” you whisper, “I don’t think I’m very good at this”
Yoongi laughs, “Nothing a little practice can’t fix”
+ + +
“Merry Christmas Yoongi” you beam, handing him the neatly wrapped gift, little cats printed on the paper.
“Merry Christmas” he takes you hand, pulling you into his warm apartment, heat enveloping you, cleansing you from the toe biting cold of the outside world.
You startle at the wet nose that prods your bare fingers, gaze flitting towards the floor where the fluffy little dog sniffs at your clothes, a cute puff of brown.
“That’s Holly” he tells you, placing your gift underneath the small tree into the corner of the living room beside the one he had bought you.
You crouch down, scratching Holly under the chin, giggling as the excited dog circles your legs.
You wander into the living room, not so subtly peeking at Yoongi’s home. You liked it; it was cosy, and ever so Yoongi. You take a seat on one of the couches, Yoongi following suit once he’d turned the tree lights on, green like vibrant dragonflies dancing from branch to branch.
“I hope you’re okay with takeaway, I looked up how to cook Christmas dinner online, and it’s a little too advanced for me”
You smile, “Don’t tell my mother, but I’ve never been a fan of Christmas dinner”
“You make music?” you gawk, “That’s so cool”
“It’s a nice side hobby I suppose” he shrugs, not delving into how deep his love for music really is; he knew that if he started, he wouldn’t know when to stop. A little too passionate about his producing than he would like to let on, the last thing he needed was for you to leave when he was enjoying your company.
“You’ll have to show me one day” you tell him, nudging his shoulder as you sit beside one another. Knees pressed snug, body heat warming one another up.
Yoongi picks up another slice of beef, placing it on your plate, “maybe” he shrugs.
“You’re very secretive” you point out.
You hum at that, “That is a good trait. More for me to uncover”
“Yeah?” he asks, smile tugging at his lips, “What are you trying to uncover”
Yoongi doesn’t miss the as your eyes flit down his body, straying a little at the waist band of his sweats before travelling back to his lips.
“Everything” you tell him honestly, and he can see the naked emotions that swim behind your eyes; raw need.
“I suppose you should get started then” he whispers, eyes flicking between both of your own.
“Right now?”
Yoongi nods, turning his body to face you; his hand coming to cup your cheek. You close your eyes, low moan reverberating up your throat as Yoongi presses his lips gently against your own. And as cliché as it sounds, Yoongi thinks he hears fireworks somewhere in the distance, lips tingling with want as he feels the warmth of you pressed along the length of his body.
Yoongi drinks in every little sound you make, spurring him to deepen kiss, his tongue flicking to part your own. As you both pull away, Yoongi leans in for a quick peck to your lips before he falls back into his seat.
“I guess I also have a lot to uncover, huh?” he whispers, fingers tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “I really like you Y/n” he admits, hands clammy as he gauges your reaction.
“I really like you too” you tell him, and Yoongi smiles at the red hue that coats your cheeks; he can only imagine his match your own.
+ + +
“We should totally go on a double date” Taehyung grins, arm wrapped around Jungkook’s shoulder.
“We’re not dating though” Yoongi grunts, leaning back in his seat. His gaze flits over towards your table of co-workers, you more focused on something on your phone than what they were gossiping about.
“You went on a date, spent Christmas and New Year together, kissed, confessed and you’re not dating?” Jin gawks, astonished by what he was hearing.
Yoongi had asked after your little Christmas escapade, if you wanted to spend New Year together as well. He took you out for lunch, and then the two of you milled around a little market on the outskirts of the city. He’d met a few of your students, their happy smiles when they spotted you, warming Yoongi’s heart. And God forbid he didn’t hate children as much as he used to. (They could be cute sometimes, but only when it comes to you.) As well as conversing with a few parents, more than a few commenting on how cute you and Yoongi were together.
Nothing much more than kissing had happened, and you’d found the excuse for a few more kisses when you’d spotted little brushes of mistletoe hanging from the market huts, left over from the Christmas market that plagued the streets only weeks prior. And who was Yoongi to deny tradition?
The two of you had sat on a hill on New Year’s Day, Yoongi with his coffee, and you with piping hot, hot chocolate, both a little hung over from your little festivities the night prior (with a kiss when the clock hands struck midnight), and the both of you talked about the future. Your individual futures, and the future you want to have together.
You’d both agreed to take it slow, neither of you needed to rush into this relationship. You both knew you liked each other, that much had been established, and there was a mutual understanding that you had all the time in the world to learn more about each other before defining your relationship. You both understood what you had was exclusive, but neither of you felt labels were necessary. The unnecessary shadow that would loom over your shoulders, creeping up on you until your relationship evidently crumbles under the pressure of societal labels and standards of what a ‘good’ relationship is.
“So what?” Yoongi turns towards Jin, “We’re taking it slow”
“Slow my ass, you both act like you’ve been in a long-term relationship”
“Do not” Yoongi argues, feeling stupid that his reply had come off so juvenile.
“Yeah?” Seokjin challenges, and Yoongi knows he shouldn’t take the bait.
But he does, “Yeah”
“Whose lunchbox is that then?” he points at the prettily wrapped lunch that sat before you on the table. New shiny bento box that Yoongi had ordered online especially for you, with enough layers to make sure you would eat a nutritional lunch. With how many sweets you ate, Yoongi worried you spoiled yourself, so he took on the role of your chef; making sure you were eating healthier.
Yoongi coughs, “Mine. What are you gonna do about it?”
“Tease you” Jin laughs, pushing himself from his seat when Yoongi shoots him a hard glare. Waving at the small group before he makes his descent back to his classroom, a small group of students having filled in what was meant to be an easy lunch.  
“I think you’re doing great, Hyung” Jungkook soothes, smiling over at Taehyung who nudges his side.
“Kookie is right, you don’t have to rush into these things. As long as the two of you are happy, that’s all that counts” Taehyung nods.
“Plus, Jin Hyung is definitely projecting, he’s hiding someone. I just know it” Jungkook nods, head falling onto his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Yoongi!” you call as you skip towards his lunch table, perking up at your voice.
“Yes?” he pulls out what was once Jin’s chair, pulling you to sit beside him.
“What do you think about these for Holly?” you shove your phone into his face, “I really like the blue one” you mutter.
“They’re lovely, doll” he smiles, taking your phone so the bright screen wasn’t blaring in his eyes, the images more of a blur of colours, messily mixed like paints on a pallet.
“Personally, my favourite is the purple one” you scroll down when Yoongi places the device on the table. He looks down at the little sweater you have on a website that specialises in dog clothes.
“It’s cute” Yoongi agrees.
“But Yoongs, Holly would look good in like red or something” you sigh dramatically, prominent frown pulled at your pretty lips, begging Yoongi to kiss it away.  
Yoongi scrolls up, eyeing the other dog clothes they had on the website, “Why not get both? One for you and one for Holly” he shrugs, “There’s still a few weeks left of winter”
You nod, small smile now tugging at your lips and Yoongi feels somewhat accomplished. He ignores the intruding stares of his two friends sat across the table, kicking Taehyung’s shin when he opens his mouth to surely make a comment on Yoongi’s somewhat soft behaviour. Emotions on display for everyone to see.
“Okay!” you push yourself to stand, “I’m going to find my credit card” you announce and Yoongi grunts at that.
“I’ll pay” he also stands, but you push him back into his seat, shaking your head.
“No, you won’t. It’s my gift”
“Doll” Yoongi stares up at you, and he thinks he sees a crack in your resolve. He smiles when you cover his eyes with your hand.
“Don’t look at me like that” you whine, skin prickling with goosebumps when Yoongi skims his fingers down your arm, blindly seeking out your touch.
“Like what?” he asks, teasing lilt to his tone.
“Like you can tell me what to do”
“Is that so?”
You pull your hands from his eyes, frowning down at the caretaker, “I’m leaving” you tell him.
“I’ll take you out for dinner then” Yoongi calls when you turn away from the table.
“Okay!” you call over your shoulder, “text me later” you wave at him.
Yoongi turns towards Jungkook and Taehyung who have two annoying smiles plastered on their faces.
“Neither of you say a word” he points between them, “Not one”
+ + +
You startle, Yoongi using his hand to cushion your elbow before you could whack it on the edge of the table.
Both you and Yoongi turn towards where the honeyed voice came from, and Yoongi let’s out a low grunt when Namjoon saunters towards the table you’re sat at.
Yoongi had asked you out on a little coffee date, nothing too fancy, something to help the two of you wind down from another hectic week of work.
Yoongi had bought you a cake, getting the one that had little cat ears cut from sugar paper, and got himself a black coffee. You got sweet tea, and then you told him everything you’d been up to, talking of parents that had given you gifts at the start of the semester, and that you’d have to give him one of the funnier mugs for his coffee in the morning.
Everything was serene, perfect even. And Yoongi couldn’t have asked for anything more. His favourite girl by his side, with a perfect cup of coffee. Until Kim Namjoon decided to ruin his good mood.
“Namjoon” you greet, empty smile being thrown at the high school teacher.
“Fancy seeing you here” he laughs, inviting himself to your table. Taking a seat opposite Yoongi. Said man places his hand on your thigh gently, silent reassurance that he is there for you just in case this unplanned meeting goes south. And as much as you wanted to tell him to go away, you knew you would see him around work and the last thing you needed was an awkward encounter in the halls, you could feel your skin crawl at the thought of it.
“Yes, funny coincidence” you squeeze out, turning to look at Yoongi who gives you a curt nod.
“And who’s this?” Namjoon motions towards Yoongi, acting as though he was the one who had just barged into his café date. Eyes narrowing in slight distaste.
“Her boyfriend” Yoongi tells him, smug smile unmissable when Namjoon’s smile drops.
He turns to look at you, as if asking for confirmation. You nod, only deepening Namjoon’s frown. Yoongi’s fingers tighten on your thigh, and you feel a dull throb between your legs when he does, squirming a little in place, and if Yoongi notices, he doesn’t make it apparent.
“I didn’t know you two were—” he wags a finger in your general direction, “a thing” he finishes, the words leaving a bad taste on his tongue.
“Not everyone drones on about their relationships, Namjoon” you point out, finding it hard to fight off the smug smile that threatened to show. You see, Namjoon had a track record of bragging about his escapades, either it be a quick fling with a woman who worshiped the ground he walked on (his words, not yours), or short-term relationships where he would boast about every detail of his sex life. Something you had no interest in.
“If you’ll excuse us, I was enjoying my date” you motion to Yoongi beside you, a bored expression taking over his features.
“You heard her” he adds, motioning for Namjoon to leave. Translation: Fuck off.
Yoongi thinks he sees the tips of Namjoon’s ears flush red, slithering its way down his cheeks and neck, and Yoongi feels his heart swell when you lean against his shoulder; Namjoon glaring at the two of you as he stands up.
“Boyfriend, huh?” you ask when Namjoon is out of your general vicinity.
Yoongi turns to look out the window, his silent wish of you not bringing that up clearly not being heard by some higher power.
“Only if that’s okay with you” he mutters.
“Is this you asking me out?” you laugh, head falling backwards, and Yoongi turns, wanting to catch your smile.
“Y/n?” he calls, hand coming to hold your cheek as you tilt your head back down to look at him.
You hum.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
+ + +
“Okay!” Seokjin claps his hands, “News for this week. Yoongi first”
And all three pairs of eyes land on the caretaker. Now that the weather had started to warm up a little, the sun no longer shying away behind fluffy, cotton candy clouds, lunch times were spent behind the school. Away from students, and the beady eyes of other staff that had a habit of eavesdropping on everyone’s conversations. And then before you knew it, the whole faculty knew about your secrets.
Yoongi places a hand on his chin in thought, “I helped Y/n build a new desk for her classroom and put up some new blinds that she bought. Oh...” he drawls, “And she’s now my girlfriend”
Seokjin’s jaw drops, and Yoongi wants to make a snide comment, being cut out by a loud gasp from his hyung. Jungkook and Taehyung laugh from their spot opposite Yoongi, nodding their congratulations as Jin pinches the bridge of his nose.
“And you didn’t think to text me?” he mutters, mock offense lacing his tone.
“What about your partner Hyung?” Jungkook prods, not missing the wide eyes of the eldest.
“How did you know about that?” he whispers, leaning across the table.
“You were kind of obvious” Taehyung placates, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“So? Who are they?” Yoongi prods, having waited years for his friend to finally spill the beans on this secret relationship he’d been trying to hide (and clearly failed).
“I met her in the town over, she already has a kid, but the father left. We’ve been taking it slow, but I really do like her” he admits, and Taehyung can’t help the mushy smile that takes over his features.
“On the topic of children…” Jungkook trails off, giving a look to his boyfriend, who only nods in encouragement. “We’re planning to adopt”
Yoongi’s eyes widen a little in surprise, it’s not as if the two hadn’t fiddled with the idea of adopting; he just never expected it to be so soon.
“Oh my god” Seokjin cried, “I’m going to be an uncle”
“That’s a really big decision” Yoongi nods, a small smile toying at the edge of his lips.
“It is” Taehyung agrees, “But we both have stable jobs, and a home. Neither of us plan to go anywhere anytime soon”
“What about the wedding?” Jin asks.
“A wedding can happen any time. We both know that we want to spend the rest of our lives together, so there’s no rush really” Jungkook shrugs.
“What about you Hyung? When are you getting married” Taehyung points his attention towards the caretaker.
“He only just asked me to be his girlfriend” your arms wrap around Yoongi’s neck, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss on his cheek.
Yoongi scoots over to make room for you on the bench.
“Not with your friends?” he asks, hand coming to rest on your thigh as you pull your own lunch (courtesy of Yoongi), placing it onto the table.
“Nope” you shake your head, handing him a neatly cut triangular sandwich, “Namjoon came over, so I lost my appetite” you tell him, and he hums in understanding. Muttering a short ‘bastard’ under his breath.
+ + +
Perfect didn’t seem like the right word to describe your relationship with Min Yoongi. It was beyond anything you could have ever asked for. Something that not many people had during their first relationships; trial and error finally pulling you down the path of your soulmate. However, you seemed to hit the jackpot, first try.
Before you knew it a year had flown by, memories floating by like the wind would, caressing your cheek in the morning on the way to school. Days merging into weeks and weeks into months. And even with a mush of weeks and days, Yoongi always made you feel the most special, like you were the only one he had eyes for.
Yoongi had never been the most vocal man, but you’d learnt that he loved you all as much. He would pack your lunches in cute little boxes, and on Friday’s he would slip a little note into your bag with plans for the weekend or a shopping list so you could both wander around the supermarket as soon as the home time bell rigs. He would come to your classroom after school with cold drinks in the summer and overly sweet hot chocolate in the winter.
Although he would never admit it, he really did like the tiramisu from that shitty Italian restaurant at the end of street, and he thought it was ridiculous how many dates the both of you had spent in there. He’d voiced out a concern one evening, you sprawled across his bed like a dream, with your favourite candle lit, and Holly filling the gap between your bodies; he worried he wasn’t doing enough. You had told him you really didn’t care, as long as you were together, even lounging in bed for the day made you happy. And as if to prove a point, you and Yoongi had spent the whole day in bed together, binging your favourite shows (amongst other things).
You walked around fair grounds together, shared secrets between kisses, and it was the small things that he would do for you, that reminded you that Min Yoongi really did love you. Like washing your face of an evening or picking up snacks from the convenience store because he knew you’d ran out.
You remember the evening he opened up about his music, not just a silly little hobby like he had initially told you. He told you about how cathartic it was for him to produce. He showed you notebook upon notebook of lyrics that he had written from his teens through to his adult years; a little window into the man you were dating.
You know he likes dogs more than cats; you know he adores Holly. You know he hates sweet coffee, the bitter taste on his tongue somewhat of a comfort for him. You know he liked to stay home rather than melt within a crowd of rowdy people. And if the two of you ever found yourself trapped with too many sounds and too many bodies, Yoongi would place his hand on the back of your neck, reassurance that he was still there, helping ground you from all the overflowing number of stimuli that were trying to scratch at your brain.
Min Yoongi liked to cook, liked to experiment in the kitchen and he loved it even more when he could cook for you. He liked watching your face light up when you liked something, he liked the way your nose would scrunch up in that cute way when a taste was unfamiliar or too bitter.
Yoongi liked the curtains in your apartment, thin in a way the sun would caress your skin as it woke before you. As he would lay there, fingers trailing over the naked skin of your back, loving the way you’d slowly start to become conscious of the world around you. And the smile that would stretch onto your face, unconditional love mingled with tired eyes as you woke up to the sight of sleep roughed Yoongi first thing in the morning.
Yoongi liked the winter more than he did the summer. Maybe it was because that is when he first worked up the courage to talk to you.
Yoongi liked wearing the colour black, something so simple but looked so good on him. He, however, adored when you’d wear colourful shirts, dresses that complimented the tone of your skin, and he thinks if he were to turn this into a metaphor, you were the one who finally brought colour into his monotone life. An endless cycle of loneliness that he hadn’t realised he was drowning in before he had met you.
Yoongi liked that when you had moved into his home, small parts of you leaked into his, your, living space. Canvases of unfinished paintings, and photos from your childhood. His closet was no longer half empty, overflowing with a concoction of both your clothes. Odd pieces of furniture that you hadn’t wanted to let go of now filling the gaps of his once arguably scarce apartment.
Min Yoongi loved you.
He loved everything about you.
He loved how kind you were, patient in a way that only a kindergarten teacher could be. He liked that with others you always seemed a little reserved, shy in your actions, but with him you had no qualms about what you said or how you acted. Min Yoongi loved you because you always thought of him as much as he thought of you. He would feel his heart flutter when you would leave coffee on the desk in his office or help him pick out what shirt to wear to work.
Min Yoongi loved that you were the last thing he would see before he went to sleep, with his arm slung around your waist, and he loved that from the minute he would wake up, there you were, right by his side.
Min Yoongi loved that you were the last missing puzzle piece of his life. Fitting ever so perfectly in the gap he never knew was missing.
+ + +
“Yoongi, hold on” you gasp, head falling back into the plethora of pillows he had thrown onto the bed.
‘So you’re comfy’ Yoongi had frowned. And if you could think a coherent thought maybe you would thank him. Your head rocking up into the pillow padded headboard; pleasure licking up your spine.
You feel Yoongi’s tongue flick at your clit, a mixture of his own spit and your arousal dripping down his chin like liquid honey. And Yoongi makes sure to try and save every delicious mouthful of your essence. Something so uniquely you, so sweet, something that only Yoongi gets the pleasure to taste; because he had no plans of letting you go anytime soon.
Your boyfriend prods his tongue at your entrance, your legs shaking as his thumb gently brushes over your overstimulated clit. You see, Yoongi had this game, he liked to see how long he could eat you out, and how many times he could make you cum before he fucked you senseless on his cock. Leaving your clit to throb in a mixture of want and denial, swollen from being toyed with.
“One more, baby” he takes a deep breath, wasting no time in diving his tongue into you, molten arousal coating his lips, and as much as Yoongi loved it when your thighs would clamp round his head, today he wanted you bare. Spread out prettily just for him to devour. So, he holds your thighs open, straining them as he tries to push his head as far between your thighs as physically possible, lips pulling into a grin when you thrust your hips to meet his tongue; chasing your own pleasure.
He feels your fingers thread with his hair when he pushes his tongue in a little deeper, thumb still strumming at your clit. And he wonders if he could make you cum from just playing with your clit alone. He’d made you cum just from toying with your nipples once, the picture of you, flushed face, a sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies as his teeth clamped down on your puffy nipples, red raw from his mouth, and he remembers the surprised moan you’d graced him with when you had come.  
“I can’t” you moan, mouth falling open.
Yoongi grunts, pulling his face away from your cunt, his index finger sinking into your entrance.
“Yes, you can” he tells you, fingers delving, eager to find that spot which will make you see stars, groaning at the sound you let out when he sinks a second finger into your greedy cunt.
He uses his other arm to hold down your waist as you try to eagerly buck into his fingers, little whimpers tumbling from your lips, and Yoongi thinks that was his favourite sound. He had asked once to add your moans to a song, your cheeks had flushed, laughing like Yoongi had been joking. And then your boyfriend had fucked you in his home office, with your hand clamped over your mouth, a little game to see how long you could stay silent.
He was surprised how long you’d been able to keep it up, and it had become his own personal goal to make sure you moaned his name every time he played with you.
“Please, please, please” you whine breathlessly.
“Please what, baby? I can’t help you of you don’t tell me what’s wrong” he frowns, tone mocking as he slows his fingers to a gentle thrust.
“No, no, Yoongi faster please” you cry, tilting your head to look at him, and Yoongi leans up to brush the stray tears from your cheeks, sadistic smile on his face.
“Yeah?” he asks, watching as you nod; pitiful as you rock your hips to try and push his fingers deeper inside of you.
Your boyfriend leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your pouty lips, your sad frown enough for him to finally give you what you want.
He trails his lips down your body, stopping to press a gentle kiss to your nipples, tongue flicking out to toy with them as you wiggle underneath him, shuddering breath reverberating around the otherwise silent room.
“Cum one more time and then I’ll fuck you” he mutters, “Okay, baby?”
You hum, and Yoongi pushes himself off your body.
“Words” he reminds you, and you have to wrack your brain.
“Good girl” he pushes his head back between his legs, something comforting about being here; like Yoongi belonged, sandwiched between your thighs.
Two of his fingers strum at your clit, a breathy chuckle fanning over your sensitive cunt when he laughs as you moan. His tongue lapping up the arousal that had started to dribble from your hole.
“You’re really wet, baby”
You hum, not quite sure you heard him or not. But Yoongi laps up another string of your essence, acting more like a starved puppy than a man, but he supposes he always was a little feral around you.
“Think you can squirt for me?” he grunts, exchanging his tongue for his fingers as the wet muscle in his mouth now plays with your clit.
He suctions the sensitive pearl, teeth grazing it as he sinks three fingers into your hole. You moan into a pillow, thighs once again shaking as Yoongi thrusts his fingers into you in quick succession. He can feel your walls clench around him sporadically, tips of his fingers nudging that spongy tissue as he curls them upwards.
“Cum, baby” he grunts, wrist straining as he tries to keep a steady pace.
He feels his fingers being pushed from your hole as you squirt, his shirt soaking through with your juices. Your thighs shakes as he pushes his fingers back into your cunt, thrusting them in a couple of times before more of your arousal leaks onto the bed sheets.
“How messy” he tuts, pulling his shirt from over his head.
“Your fault” you argue, chest rising and falling, uneasy as you catch your breath.
Yoongi pushes himself up your body, arms flexing as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips; a lot slower, more passionate than those from prior in the evening.
Yoongi brushes a wet piece of hair from your face, your forehead glazed with a thin layer of sweat.
“You did so well for me” he whispers, hands trailing down the sides of your body, an attempt to ground you a little. When he sees a little more clarity in your eyes, legs not still shaking where they rest against his thighs he presses a gentle kiss to your cheeks.
“Think you can take my cock?” he asks, “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to” he reminds you.
You nod, “I’m okay, I don’t know if I can cum again though”
“Guess we’ll have to check” he pushes himself to sit on his knees.
Yoongi ignores you as you eye his sweats, hard shaft hardly veiled by the grey fabric. And you think you are moments away from jumping the man. With how perfect he looked in the orange glow of the lamplight, chin shining in your arousal. It was hard to stop your pussy from leaking, and it would have been a little embarrassing just how wet you were if you didn’t know Yoongi absolutely loved when you got like this for him.
You watch as he leans across the bed, lithe fingers tugging the drawer open. Your fingers toy with the waist band of his sweats, and Yoongi lets out a breathy chuckle when you tug on them.
Your boyfriend sits up, shiny foil packet held between two fingers, those same two fingers that had brought you to your high twice already tonight.
“Can I help?” you push yourself to sit up, biting your lip at the dull throbbing between your thighs.
Yoongi hands the condom to you, scooting himself off the bed to discard the rest of his clothes. You watch as he pulls off his sweats, having foregone any underwear that evening, and your eyes train on his cock.
You think that your boyfriend maybe had the prettiest cock, he took pride in grooming himself; always making sure to be clean. You can only wonder how long it must have been erected for, cockhead an angry red, shiny with Yoongi’s own arousal, little beads of pre-cum cascading down his length.
You lean forwards, taking the girthy cock into your hands, the familiar weight making you salivate a little. You run the tip over your lips, coating it in Yoongi’s pre-cum.
“No teasing, doll” he grunts, and you smile, pulling back.
You roll the latex over his shaft, leaving it to bob uselessly against the skin of his stomach as he climbs back onto the bed.
“You sure you’re, okay?” he checks, helping lay you down comfortably, lifting the lower half of your body by your ankles, his other hand grabbing a pillow to cushion your hips.
He drops your legs back onto the bed, watching as you smile up at him.
“Come here” you tell him, and Yoongi obliges, humming into the gentle kiss you place on his lips, your own cum still staining the taste of him.
He wraps your thighs around his waist, one arm holds him up as he lines himself with your entrance.
Your mouth falls open into a silent ‘o’ when he pushes the head in, and Yoongi always makes sure to watch your face when he finally fucks you; not only as reassurance that you like what’s happening but so he knows just the right spot to drill into you.
Yoongi holds your hips as you try to rock forwards, his own hips stuttering in anticipation; but he holds himself back, liking the intimacy of having you sprawled out beneath him, fully trusting that he’ll take care of you. There had always been something so fulfilling to Yoongi about these intimate moments with you, your bodies joining to become one, your body pliant to his every move.
His hands leave your hips, skimming up your body before lacing his finger between your own.
“You good?” he whispers, unsure if he could utter anything more with how warm and wet you were, cunt clenching rhythmically around his length.
“Yeah” you whisper back, fingers tightening around his own when he gently pulls out before thrusting back into you.
Something akin to a squeak, tumbles from your lips when Yoongi picks up his pace, hands never letting go of yours as his hips snap forwards, thighs slapping against thighs with nothing more than the music of your bodies filling the silence of your bedroom.
Yoongi can only describe the sounds coming from you as pornographic, his thrusts pushing you up a little on the bed, he feels your nails dig into the skin of his hands, his own grunts mirroring your own pleasure.
“So close, so close” he chants, using whatever strength he has left in his arms to lean down, greedily sucking your left nipple between his teeth, teasing nips sending jolts of pleasure down your body.
Your boyfriend can feel your legs shake as he sucks a love bite just above the sensitive skin of your nipple, your hips bucking to meet his own.
He lets go of one of your hands, “Play with yourself, pretty. Let’s cum together”
You nod, sweat trickling down your neck as you trail a hand down your body. Slicking up your fingers from where Yoongi thrusts into you, your fingers start to play with your clit, jolt of pleasure causing your cunt spasm around Yoongi’s cock.
“Gonna cum” you whine, Yoongi’s teeth clamping around your nipple enough to push you over the edge.
Your legs tighten around his waist, stopping Yoongi’s sloppy thrusts, as you push him as deep inside of you as humanly possible. Your mind a blank slate as it rewires, slowly trying to become conscious of your surroundings.
You feel his cock twitch, his own cum shooting him the condom.
Yoongi collapses on top of you, a rush of air squeezing from your lungs when he lands with a dull thump.
“Ouch” you giggle, not protesting when his arms snake around your waist, flipping the two of over so you lay gently on his chest. 
Yoongi’s fingers brush through your damp hair, “You did so well for me, pretty” he tells you, golden glow of the lamp illuminating him in that post-orgasmic bliss. If you though Yoongi looked good on a normal day, you had been utterly in awe when you’d seen him after he’d came.
“Thank you”
“For what?” he laughs, chest rumbling under your ear.
“Making me cum three times”
“Nothing I like more than my girl feeling good”
You hum at that, trying to push yourself up. Yoongi grunts, tugging you tighter against his chest.
“Yoongs I need to pee, and I feel all sticky” you complain, fingers toying with the divot of his collarbone.
“5 minutes”
“Min Yoongi” you laugh, pinching the skin of his neck.
“Fine but be quick” he loosens his arms. When you push yourself to sit, he pulls you back down.
“Hey!” you complain.
“Need a kiss first” he puckers up his lips, and you indulge him this one time, never in a hurry when it came to kissing your love.
And as you wash up in the bathroom, door slightly ajar where he can see you milling around, his fingers play with the little beaded bracelet you’d gifted him when you spent that first Christmas together.
Yoongi loved you a lot, more than he would ever be able to describe in words. He loved that he could give you a helping hand no matter the situation, and the shiny little ring, hidden away in his nightstand shrouded in a pretty, purple velvet box was his promise to you; that he would stay by your side for the rest of his life.  
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yoon2k · 2 months ago
swish | myg
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SUMMARY your boyfriend is the star of the basketball team—cocky, arrogant, and a bit of an asshole. And, you find out, jealous as hell. 
PAIRING basketball captain!yoongi x hot girl!reader
RATE 18+
WARNINGS slight exhibitionism, semi-public seggsual activities,,,,,, spanking, fingering, finger sucking, oral m!receiving, choking, kissing all nasty and shit <3, jealous (??) and cocky yoongi, protected penetrative sex, drunk sex, hickies nd marking, they’re so gross and cute, an unhealthy amount of pet names, oc is a certified Brat, capital B, and dickmatized as fuck xo
GENRE college!au, smut, establish relationship, series (can be read as a one-shot i think,,,)
WC 7.7K
A/N my babies are finally back <33 been working on this since last year, LITERALLY as soon as i finished part one. It was supposed to be a drabble at first, but i literally couldn’t thinking about this boy, and this friend group andddddd now we’ve hit the titanic :D hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing about them <33
⇢ SERIES ✪ MLIST | prologue | shoot your shot | swish | buzzer beater
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“If I get this one, will you give me a kiss?” Yoongi calls out, head cocked all cute and innocent, but his smirk puts you onto his ulterior motives. 
“I can agree to those terms.” You nod, chin resting in your hand as you watch him from the bleachers, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at the sight of his smile. You were on the court with him earlier as he taught you how to make a three pointer, standing behind you with your back to his chest, soft voice in your ear as he guided your hand, showering you in praise when you finally made it. I have a good teacher, you said with a kiss on his cheek, his cheeks dusted in pink. Now, you two are playing your own version of HORSE, making up your own rules that basically just consisted of you listing locations for him to shoot from and tricks for him to carry out, and you rewarding him with prizes of his choosing. An excuse to make out, according to Yoongi’s choices so far. 
He lines up the shot from the position you had pointed out to him, sizing up the net from where he stands, before he takes the shot, ball flying through the air before swishing into the basket. 
He saunters over for his prize, a goofy smile on his face as he leans down to peck your lips, you pushing him away before it escalates. 
“Earn it,” you taunt sweetly with a shrug at the pout on his face when you pull away. 
“I think you just like seeing me show off, sweetheart,” he teases, grabbing the ball again and hitting a bank shot from where he’s standing, ball bouncing off the backboard and falling into the net easily. Impressive indeed. 
He turns back to you, cocky smirk evident on his face as he pulls you close, starting off by softly pressing his lips to yours before pushing his tongue in, deepening the kiss. You allow his tongue to roam your mouth, leaning into his touch, as he takes your breath away and causes hazy thoughts in your mind. He pulls back, clicking his tongue haughtily at the way your lips chase his. 
“What else you got for me baby?” 
You think for a moment, scheming thoughts whirring in your brain. “Backwards shot from the three-point line?” You request devilishly. 
He sighs as he shakes his head at your difficult demand, but he isn’t going to back down. He takes his position at the three-point line, “If I get this one, then—“
“Finger me?” You interrupt innocently. He almost drops the ball at your words, cursing under his breath. Of course, that was your endgame all along. Ever since you’d seen his pretty guiding hands around yours, long fingers covering the ball at each shot he took, as he dribbled, and as spun the ball on one finger. You’d been thinking about them thrusting into you for longer than you care to admit. 
He chuckles at your eagerness, throwing you a wink before discarding the ball over his shoulder expertly. You watch its arc as it flies through the air, before landing perfectly into the net. 
“Is that good enough for you, madame judge?” He teases, twinkle in his eye as he approaches you. “Was it worthy enough to let me touch you?” 
“I guess,” you roll your eyes, feigning indifference. But you spread your legs eagerly nonetheless, giving him a glimpse of your panties under your skirt. He settles himself beside you with a pretty grin, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you closer. You giggle as he captures your lips in a fervent kiss, his hand skimming your body before sliding up your thigh, under your skirt, where your spread legs give way to the damp spot on your panties. “You really like seeing me show off, huh? Get off on watching me play? You were just waiting for my fingers weren’t you, baby?”
“Let’s not act like you don’t get off on watching me squirt all over your hands,” you shoot back, sentence ending in a whimper as he dips his hand in. 
“Don’t play, baby. You know eating you out is my favorite. But you’re not wrong,” he chuckles, bringing his mouth to the crook of your neck as he swirls his fingers in your heat, teasing at your hole without dipping in. You know Yoongi, he loves the buildup. But he doesn’t know how long you’ve been shifting in your damp panties while you watched him play, veiny hands dribbling the ball, muscles flexing every time he shot it into the basket. You arch your back, whining as you grind against his hand, begging for him to give you more. 
“Patience, baby—” his sentence is cut off and you’re suddenly deprived of his hand altogether, panties snapping back in place at the emptiness, the ache in your core throbbing in protest. You snap your head to look at him, complaint on the tip of your tongue, when you hear the loud slam of the gym door and the conversation that accompanied it. Even though Yoongi had slipped his hand out from your skirt in record time, the two of you are still sitting suspiciously close enough wherein, once his teammates spot you, they’re able to catch on to your activities.
“Hey! Get a room!” Kihyun shouts, approaching your frazzled states as you try to make yourself somewhat presentable, Daniel and Wonho following close behind him. 
“I didn’t know you guys were coming in here to practice,” Yoongi clears his throat, deep, faux nonchalant voice doing little to mask his disheveled state. 
“You would if you checked your phone,” Kihyun gives him a playful shove. “We wanted to practice that layup you were showing us before the game, but it looks like you’re busy.”
“You know it’s all in the wrist…” your boyfriend launches into his explanation, demonstrating the technique to his teammate. Soon as you hear the words “release point,” you’re tapped out. While, yes, he does look incredibly hot teaching his friend about something he was so good at, there is only so much athletic jargon you could handle. 
“Hey yn,” a soft voice catches your attention, bringing you back from the zoned out space you were in, lost in thought about exactly how mushrooms increased speed in Mario Kart. Were they just high? Was the speed all in their head? Or was it one of those drug-induced adrenaline boosts? You had questions! 
You send a polite smile his way, “What’s up, Wonho?” 
“You coming to the game tonight?” He’s making friendly conversation as your boyfriend goes on with Daniel and Kihyun's full attention. 
"Yeah, definitely. Yoongi's been talking about how big it is." Truly, half of your boyfriend's pillow talk consisted of him talking about strategy during upcoming games, predictions for the other team's techniques, mapping out plays. 
There’s a shift in Wonho at Yoongi's name, his face revealing that he’s feeling some type of way. You’re not too pressed, brain occupied with how long Yoongi had between now and the game, barely noticing the change in demeanor.
"Right… actually I've been meaning to ask you, do you still have my sweats? Pretty sure I left them at yours," he asks cheekily, feigning innocence by rubbing the back of his neck, as if it wasn't his choice to suddenly ask about sweats he hadn't missed for months now. 
You just opened your mouth when Yoongi took the response right off your tongue, turning his attention back to you and your conversation. "Actually, you can have it back. She doesn't need them anymore." He throws an arm over your shoulder and tugs you close, tucking you into his side before losing interest in Wonho and turning back to talk to his other teammates. 
Wonho, like a gentleman, simply nods at you with a sheepish smile, failing to restrike up a conversation. He should've known better, trying something in Yoongi’s presence. He should've known his teammate, and you. But, he couldn't help himself, the competitor in him urging him to give it a shot when he'd heard those pretty moans you made for Yoongi as soon as he'd stepped into the gym. 
You can’t be bothered, bored with the whole exchange. All you can think about is how quickly you can get Yoongi back into his room for a quick fuck before his game. If you'd calculated correctly, you have just about an hour to make it back by the time the coach had specified, and you’re planning to make good use of it. 
You don’t notice him waving his teammates goodbye, tugging you up and out of your seat as he leads you out of the gym, leaving them to practice. 
But Yoongi had other plans, leading you to his car rather than his dorm room. You shoot him a confused look as he holds the door open for you, eyebrows raised. "Just get in," he chuckles lightly. So you do, ache in between your legs still present as you sit in his car while he goes around to the driver's seat. 
"Saw a cute cafe I think you'd like," he offers up as an explanation, hands on the wheel and eyes turned to the rear window as he backs the car up. "It's just a few minutes away." 
Okay, cute! Your heart screams. It’s the first real date Yoongi’s taking you on, if you don't count the coffee in between classes or lingering around his practice sessions before going back to his to fuck. You honestly don’t know the difference between that and a real date, but all you do know is that you don’t want a big fancy ordeal. You don’t want to put on uncomfortable heels and go to a stuffy restaurant, or anything of the sort. And you had told Yoongi that, in order to ward off anything too over-the-top early. Not that Yoongi was generally an over-the-top kinda guy; he was more chill, like you. But, still. You were just getting the hang of this whole boyfriend thing, and you wanted to start off simple. 
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“Yoongi, we’re gonna be late for the game—”
“We’ve got time.” 
The leather is sticky against your back as your skin grows warmer, hot from the breathless kisses you’d been sharing for the past 10 minutes. He interrupts with another swift kiss, not giving you a minute to breathe. His hand, the one that had been fiddling with the hem of your shirt, finally slips under, tracing up your stomach to meet your bra—or lack thereof. Yoongi groans into the kiss as he covers your tit in his big hand, giving it a squeeze. 
Your date had run a little long, both of you losing track of time in between giggles and stolen touches. His gummy smile hadn’t left his face, and the butterflies you were feeling only intensified when he reached over the table to wipe off a bit of frosting on the corner of your lip before popping his thumb back into his own mouth. You couldn’t think straight after that. 
Which is probably how he managed to get you into the back seat of his Hummer,  a slight grope to your ass as you approached the car, a small nip to your neck and a whispered, “Can’t stop thinking about your mouth.” You were sold.
Fuck. As much as you’re enjoying the horny groping in the parking lot of the cute cafe, you are on a time table. He, mr. Most Valuable Player, should know that. You only have a short amount of time before Yoongi has to get back to the locker rooms, the pregame strategizing and prep left to the captain. 
You pull away slightly, leaving Yoongi chasing your lips with a slight pout. Once he realizes you’re not coming back, he opens his eyes, his nose scrunched. “You in a rush to see me on the court?” His voice is low as he busies himself with tugging on your tank top straps, but you can see the hint of a smirk ghosting over his face.
You roll your eyes. Who asked him to tease you and be right. “You know you’d flip your shit if you weren’t there at least 10 minutes before everyone else.”
“Damn,” he leans back against the leather seats, pushing his hair back. “Got me there.” 
“I know.” Your tone is arrogant, all know-it-all-like and condescending. It’s extremely hot. And he’s about to bend back down and nip at your neck to tell you so, except the low voice of the radio announcer catches his attention, his ears tuned in to the car speakers. 
“Fuck, is that the Wizards-Warriors game highlights?” He pulls away from you, leaning over his center console to turn the volume up. “I missed the game last night—” 
Yoongi’s sentence ends there, with a singular sheepish glance to your raised eyebrow. He seems to remember what made him miss the event on TV. Or rather, who he was tangled up in the sheets with while the basketball game announced on in the background. “Worth it.” He remedies quickly, a lopsided smirk on his face as he makes to kiss the back of your hand, one ear perked to the radio. 
“We can listen on the way back,” You roll your eyes, exiting the car to go around to the passenger seat. 
“Warriors have been shit lately.” He recounts. “Even more so than the Wizs usually are.” 
“First of all, watch your mouth.” You turn the volume up slightly, keen to hear how your team did. Without Yoongi’s smartassery, of course. 
No such luck. “C’mon, baby. You know they’ve had difficulty defending the three-point line all season. It all comes down to…” Queue your boyfriend launching into full basketball captain mode, complete with a rundown of their play style this season and suggestions on their technique. Hot as fuck.
Your brain turns to mush as he talks over the commercial breaks, a second away from resting your head on your palm and watching him with heart eyes. Ridiculous how easily he’s able to affect you—make you zero in on his hand gestures, waving about as he always keeps one on the wheel. His pouty lips befuddle your brain and make you think that stopping his wandering hands in the back of his car earlier was a bad idea. 
He continues his speech when you reach campus, clasping your hand easily as you walk to the locker rooms. “I mean, with the Warriors, people blame it on Curry’s injury, but really, if you look at it…” You aren’t really hearing the words coming out of his mouth, more focused on the mouth itself and how badly you want to bite his bottom lip. The boy keeps on, cutely unaware of your deeply depraved thoughts as you stare up at him innocently. 
“So, I’ll see you after the game?” He rounds, facing you. You blink up and realize you’ve reached the locker room doors already, your long walk cut into minutes with your mind running rampant. Yoongi nudges you with a cheeky grin, prompting you out of your daydream, “Gonna be cheering for me, baby?” 
“Shut up.” You roll your eyes. Of course you are.
You turn to leave before he catches onto the lewd thoughts plaguing you, rushing to get back to your dorm and change into the new skirt you’d bought. But a call behind you stops you in your tracks. 
“Where’s my good luck kiss?” 
You fight off the heat rising in your cheeks as you turn around, met with a cocky grin and an outstretched hand. He’s crazy, looking like that and asking you for a kiss. As if your body isn’t running rampant right now. 
The way he pulls you in by your waist and catches his bottom lip with his teeth as he looks down at you doesn’t help, either. The butterflies are going wild in your stomach, fluttering with each inch he nears. You don’t notice your hand reaching up to entangle in his long, black locks, pulling him closer, holding back a whine. 
Pretty boy, and he kisses good, too. What a dream. 
He pulls away with a smack, “See you.” He says against your lips, with a last tiny peck. And he’s gone. 
Leaving you with a wet problem between your legs. 
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“And that’s another point for the home team! They’re showing no mercy on their turf!” The announcer’s voice booms through the stadium. 
His words are evidenced by the tackle of Yoongi’s teammates onto him, congratulating him for another successful shot. His smile is big as he waves them off. Big and cute, you think grumpily as you shift uncomfortably in your seat. 
“Oh stop pouting, we’re winning!” Doyeon shoves your despondent, dramatic self. As if you don’t have a right to be upset! 
“I’m fine.” You grumble. 
“Yeah, okay Squidward.” Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Like we haven’t been watching you eye Yoongi like a piece of meat the entire game. He’s a man, you know. With like, emotions??” 
It’s your turn to shove her, but your light tap apparently isn’t that light because she ends up spilling her popcorn all over Seokjin’s lap, followed by an exasperated sigh of your name while you look on with a sheepish grimace. 
“Don’t take it out on us just because you haven’t had dick in the last 24 hours.” Seokjin says around a mouthful of popcorn he’d collected from his lap. 
“Yoongi’s spoiled you too damn much.” Doyeon snorts, sharing the unspilled popcorn from Seokjin’s crotch. Not that he necessarily minds. 
Your eyebrows furrow further and your pout deepens at the aforementioned name. With a resigned huff, your cheek rests on your palm as you watch the man of the hour get sweatier and sweatier on the court. 
Your team wins, of course. There was never a question, not with the way your team had pulled up like the monsters in space jam. And with the way your boyfriend walks off the court—make that is carried off the court by his teammates—the star player is obvious as always. He pulls his sweaty bandana off with a whoop, throwing it into the air in victory. 
“You coming?” Jungkook takes up your side, shaking you out of the daydream you’re about to have about that bandana. “The after party’s at Sigma Nu. Apparently they’re dumping soap in the pool again, because we ‘washed’ the competition.” He’s bouncing with excitement, his inner fuckboy coming out at the thought of a foam party that’d get not only everyone wet but also with considerably less clothing. 
“I might…” You trail off to catch a glimpse of the team captain who had long disappeared into the locker rooms, wondering how you could catch him alone. 
“Oh come on, you never miss a party.” A heavy arm falls around your shoulders. Taehyung’s, to be exact. “And besides, your boy is gonna be there.” 
“You mean your boy.” You shove his arm off effectively. “I don’t claim that fiend. He loves basketball more than me,” you fake-wipe a tear.
“And when he twirls the basketball on his finger for you and you giggle and kiss him, then what?” Hoseok points out. 
You’re silent after that. 
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You hate your friends and how right they are. The whole way here, the talk had been centered around all your little quirks for Yoongi, much to your chagrin. Talking about “you know she always stares at his fingers a little too long,” and  loud laughs followed by “no what’s even better is the way she gets after he comes back from practice—” 
The clown of the day with the way you were acting for Yoongi, safe to say you deserved it. He had you looking like boo boo the fool, and yet, all you could think about was how each step made your heart race faster with anticipation to see him. 
Fucks SAKE, even your own body betrayed you. 
Ignoring the pack of hooligans behind you (Seokjin was doing a full rendition of Yoongi’s wink-and-point move during games), you push through the entrance of Sigma Nu to find your boyfriend. Fuck the embarassment of that sentence. 
Namjoon behind you immediately veers to where the drinks are, the hand that had been placed on Jimin’s waist slow to move off. Not that Jimin minds, watching the big man go with a hard-earned puffy smile. 
Doyeon spots the chicken fights going on in the pool, and would’ve caught your arm on her way hauling ass over there had you not been on your own manhunt. Not that you didn’t love a good chicken-fight (you were the champ at your summer lake trip last year, trust), but you had more pressing issues than a wet bra and a foam-covered victory. 
As Hoseok heads to the dancefloor, scanning the many eyes that followed him, Jungkook and Seokjin immediately find the pong table while Taehyung claps one of the brothers on the back with a very dude-bro hug. 
You can’t be bothered, eyes searching for one head of long, fluffy hair and a gummy smile. You push through the crowd, gently tiptoeing around a girl who’s being helped up off the floor by her friends, and head to the back of the party, where it’s sure to be less crowded. And if you know Yoongi, the man would’ve made a beeline for the refuge. 
He hadn’t been answering his phone all night, and you were sure he’d left it in his locker yet again. Riding on the high of the win, it must’ve completely slipped his mind. Much like the time he’d caught you under the bleachers before his game, whispering “we have time,” to your mindful reminders that his game was about to start as he tucked his fingers under your skirt. His team was frantic, looking everywhere for the captain as his phone buzzed incessantly in his locker. Oops.
“Yn.” You whip around at the sound of your voice being called behind you, your hopes falling once you saw who it was. 
“Hey Wonho.” 
He looks good, a bandana tied around his head, pushing his fluffy hair back. The no-sleeve muscle tee’s purpose is being fulfilled, pairs of eyes devouring him as he pushes through the crowd towards you. But his eyes are too busy eyeing you up and down to notice. “You look great,” he comments politely (or as politely as his googly eyes would permit). 
“Thanks. Have you seen Yoongi?” You have a one-track mind, staring behind him as if the basketball captain would be close by. I mean, you’d found one. Birds of a feather, these athletic boys were.
Wonho shakes his head. “No, but I’m sure he’s around here somewhere.” He pauses, looking down at you thoughtfully. “You guys—You look good together. Happy.” 
You don’t detect any bitterness in his tone, just genuinity, which wasn’t a surprise from the boy-next-door Wonho that the campus knew. “Yeah, we are,” you nod. 
He bites his lip awkwardly, and it’s only then you detect the hint of sadness in the boy’s eyes and well-chiseled jaw. “Well, I wish you all the best.”
It hits you just then how abruptly things had ended with Wonho. Running it through your mind, you were hooking up with him one second, and the next, blowing him off like a tropical storm, jetting away and out of sight only to be found in Min Yoongi’s arms months later. Switching up quicker than Barbie switched careers. You hadn’t realized it at the time, the way things shook out going over your head. But it sucked, honestly. And you hadn’t meant for that at all. 
You touch his arm, “Thanks. You too.” He sends you an eye smile, one that you return. It’s the least you can do, offer him some type of closure. 
An arm on your waist signals another presence, Yoongi coming up next to you as the words leave your mouth. Wonho gives a cordial nod to the man, and a small smile at the both of you before taking off.
“What did he want?” Yoongi watches after him, his eyes following Wonho until he’s out of sight. 
“Nothing.” You turn around in his embrace, taking the opportunity to throw your arms around his neck and slide your hands into his wet, curly hair. You feel a weird calm settle over you the moment you feel his presence, rewarded for your relentless search. “Just said we look cute together.” 
“He’s right,” he asserts without hesitation.” But he said those words?” Yoongi’s eyebrow raises skeptically, but he can’t hold back a smile at the sight of you.
You shrug. “Pretty much.” 
“Huh.” Yoongi’s trying to act nonchalant, but you can tell there’s something else. He avoids eye contact with you, but his grip tightens around your waist all the same. 
“Wait.” There’s a mischievous twinkle in your eye as a teasing smile starts to spread across your face. “Wait, are you jealous?” 
“What? No.” Yoongi seems to realize he answers too quickly because he tries to remedy his blunder by clearing his throat, passing it off as a cough. But it’s too late—you’re already gripped with the giggles as you lean into him, cushioning in between his pecs as you try to hold your laughter back.
“It’s cute.” You manage, finding the way he’s avoiding your gaze extremely endearing. “But you know it’s your jersey I’m wearing every game, right?” 
“I’m not jealous.” He repeats, with a very purposeful-sounding deep voice, but the reminder of you being branded with his number lifts his spirits. “You can talk to whoever you want.” 
“For real? Bet.” You shrug, pulling away from him. The lack of your body suddenly blindsides him, and he’s pouting at you, before he’s schooling his face back when you look at him. “Think he’s still around here somewhere.” You’re looking past him, to the makeshift dance floor when your eyes light up. “Oh there!” You’re already shouldering past before he realizes what’s happening, but you don’t get far. 
“Wait,” his smile is sheepish when he catches your wrist, pulling you back into him. His body immediately relaxes when he feels your warmth again. “Wait.” 
You’re wearing a knowing grin, and it’s then he realizes you were teasing. You have him wrapped around your little finger, and he smiles internally at that fact. “Maybe I am jealous, doll.” His expression turns cheeky as he tilts your chin up. “Care to placate me?” 
You’re shocked at the summersault your stomach does when Yoongi admits to it. Let it be a few months ago, and you would have dashed away, sight unseen, at someone hinting at any sort of possession over you. You didn’t belong to anyone, and he knew that. But the way he was into exclusivity and assertion had you in all sorts of butterflies. Go you! Commitment-phobic you could never!
“I don’t know.” You frown as you push your tits against him. “I’ve been wet since you shot that three-pointer. Think you can help a doll out?” You’re tracing his pecs innocently as the next words leave your mouth. “Or should I ask Wonho?” 
“Fuck.” He groans, cursing under his breath. His hand naturally falls to your ass as he lowers his mouth to your ear. “Think he can touch you like me, baby? You’ve got me fucked up.” 
“Don’t know about all that.” You shift your legs, knowing you're fighting a losing battle. Your panties were sticking to you uncomfortably, and the heavy petting and close calls you got into all day didn’t help at all.
“Don’t know?” His big, NBA-bound hands give your ass a squeeze. You can feel his hot breath on your ear as his deep voice rumbles. He walks you backwards until your back hits a counter, pushing your bodies closer together. “You forget that I’m only one who fucks you right?” 
You’re tongue-tied as you look to the side for refuge, but your eyes immediately fly shut as Yoongi leaves an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. Your hand unconsciously goes to grip his white tee, gripping him for a semblance of balance. “Showing up in this,” he grips the hem of your pink skirt and scrunches it in his fist, “Barely dressed, screaming my name as I won a title.” He ghosts your lips with his, eyes staring into yours. “Don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I’m the motherfucking champ, baby.”
You pout, batting your eyelashes as he tests the limits of your skirt, finding his way under it. It’s true, you knew what you were doing when you threw this little number on before the game, draping Yoongi’s jersey over it, his name and number with a cute pink miniskirt to match. Like his own personal cheerleader. Hoping to melt him like tuna at the sight of you.
Only two whiny words from you disintegrate his resolve. “Show me.”
You immediately feel the loss of his weight against you as he backs up, clasping your hand in his. As quickly as he moves off of you, you want to tow him back, squeezing his hand tightly as you follow him through a crowd that seemingly parts for him. You hear a few people call his name in congrats, some scattered comments mentioning you, and he takes it all with his signature grin. 
The room he leads you into is a fellow basketball player’s, you notice, game memorabilia and team pictures scattering the walls. But you don’t have time to take it in, the man of the hour bringing your attention back to him. Constant vigilance. 
“You’re cute,” he says, “When you think you’re slick.” He walks you back against the bed, tugging at your skirt.
“Bend over, sweetheart.” 
You grip onto the desk embarrassingly quick, sticking your ass out behind you with a pop of your hip. You feel Yoongi crowd you too, crotch pressed against your ass as he runs his hand down your back with a light chortle. “Thought you didn’t bend over for any man, baby.” He leans into your ear, “What makes me so special?” 
Fuck. Is now really the time to be bringing up one of your empowerment rants from your brief stint as a socio major? Feminist gods, if you’re watching please look away. “Shut up, Min.” 
The resounding smack that sounds through the room makes you jump, but the culprits grab a handful of your ass right after a solacing rub. “Hm? What was that, baby?” 
His deep voice is doing a number on you, your last braincell bouncing around in your head like the windows screensaver. You aren’t capable of producing a single thought with the lethal combination of that and his hands. “Nothing.”
His hands rub the offended skin soothingly, “Good girl.” You hate the way your heart jumps at the words, the praise making you more pliable, well on your way to playdoh. 
He doesn’t hesitate to pull the godforsaken skirt over your ass, pushing you down further on the desk to make you arch more prominently.  The small yelp you let out is offered no attention as his hands find the waistband of your pants, pulling them down in one smooth motion, dropping them to pool at your ankles. 
“Fuck.” He runs his fingers through your folds, confirming what he’d felt earlier—you’ve soaked your panties to the bone, remnants of the day revealing how frustrated you are. His poor, spoiled baby. 
Picking up where he’d last left off on the bleachers earlier, he curses at how easily you suck two of his fingers into your sopping cunt. A loud whine leaves your mouth, gripping the edge of the desk as a copy of My Hero Academia stares up at you. 
He pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy at an unforgiving pace, enjoying the smacks of the lewd, wet noises your cunt makes. “Sucking me in like crazy, doll. You want winning hands inside you so bad—” He nips your ear playfully as you moan in protest, about ready to bite back another response. But something else quickly fills your mouth instead, “There you go.” Yoongi sends you a shit-eating grin as he sticks his other fingers into your mouth, one hand still pumping your cunt. You stare back in a deadpan, eyebrows furrowed cutely. One beat passes. Then two. 
Then you started to suck. 
“That’s what I thought,” he mumbles loftily in your ear. 
The arrogant lift of his lips that accompanies his deep rumble is your kryptonite, but the cockiness is getting to you. On your knees for him any other day when he got cheeky with you, but today? With the whole school chanting his name? You aren’t about to become a strand of straw in a haystack.
You clamp down on his fingers gently, only teasing a bite. But he yelps and pulls his hand out in a haste anyway, “Brat.” He hisses. He doesn’t miss the dance of light in your eyes, or the innocent way you bite your lip as you look up at him. “Oops. Guess all winners have to lose sometime, right?” You nod at his hands, a hint of a smile lifting your cheeks.
Yoongi sucks his teeth in, but he can’t help the fire coursing through his veins at your antics. He shakes his head, smiling internally—you’d always keep him on his toes. 
You let out a loud yelp as you’re shoved down onto the floor, your knees burning against the rug as you come face to face with his crotch. He likes it when you’re being bratty, too, but playtime is over. “Don’t want that, guess I have to stuff your mouth with something else.” His voice is way too calm for someone who’s about to shove his cock down your throat, but you can feel the carnal urgency in his actions anyway.
“I won. I deserve to be congratulated properly, don’t you think?” Before you can respond, your lips are pushed open by his cock, his hand on the back of your head preventing you from moving away. Though originally a surprise, once you’ve adjusted to the new intrusion, your eyes almost roll back with the taste of him on your lips—you’d missed his dick all day.
“Yeah, you like that?” Yoongi grips your hair roughly, pushing his cock all the way into the back of your throat. He lets out a loud groan as your throat constricts around him, using the leverage your hair grants him to move you back and forth. He pulls you off slowly, then thrusts right back into your mouth with only a moment to breathe. 
Your hands are clasped, fallen in your lap, useless to Yoongi as you sit still as a ragdoll. His other hand comes down to stroke your face, thumbing at your lips softly. He pauses his thrusts, and you look up at him with watery eyes, taking his length in slowly as you keep eye contact. He’s making sure you’re alright—of course, even in the heat of animalistic desire, Yoongi’s still a gentleman. But you were better than fine, and you wanted more.
You keep his gaze, lowering your mouth slowly over his length, taking the whole thing down your throat until your nose is pressed against his stomach. “Fuck—” Yoongi hissed, his soft touches turning into a mean grip on your face. “Just like that, baby.” 
You can’t help the moan that you let out as your mouth fills with him, the vibrations of your hum making Yoongi throw his head back. “Shit—” He’s cursing under his breath in between sucking in air, his absolutely vulgar voice making you shiver with prickling excitement in your stomach. 
His mouth falls open as he fucks into your mouth, saliva coating his cock and dripping down the side of your mouth. At the sight, he pushes your head down and fills you to the brim, letting out a loud hiss as you choke around his dick. Tears stream down your face, but you savor the taste. 
He pulls you off slowly once he’s satisfied, steadily pulling his cock out of your mouth. You chase it as it slips past your lips, but he holds you back, thumb wiping away the stream of eyeliner that had ornamented your cheek. 
“On the bed.” The simple command is all he gave, his hard cock on the verge of bursting, red and leaking with precum. You scramble to move, plopping down on your back. But Yoongi’s big hand wraps around your waist, flipping you over easily, and making the bed bounce with the change in position. He pulls your hips up, your ass in the air, as he steps out of his pants behind you. 
Your body quivers in anticipation, hardly being able to wait. You were waiting for this all day! And the few moments he takes to push his pants away and roll the condom on, the mattress curving down under you as he climbed on, feel like the longest moments of your life. 
You jolt in excitement when you feel him rub the head of his cock against your folds—they’re embarrassingly slippery, messily drenched from being teased to the edge all day with no release. You slightly wiggle your hips, trying to entice him to finally give you what you want. 
And then he speaks. “Maybe I should bring Wonho up here.” 
Panic floods through you immediately, your body tensing up at the insinuation. You glance behind you to see if he was serious, and you’re met with a cocky tilt of the basketball star’s eyebrow. 
“No!” You wail, grabbing his arm with a desperate look, “Yoongi please, I want you.” You cry, sniffling in frustration. 
Yoongi uses the arm you’ve grabbed to push you back down, leaning over you with heavy eyes. He’s right above you, breath on your face, when he commands, “Say you’re mine, then.” 
His eyes are telling, and you realize he’s been drinking heavily tonight, surely guzzling down alcohol drink after drink in celebration of the win. He’s getting more possessive than he’s ever been. And it makes you clench tightly, pooling a fresh douse of arousal down your cunt. 
You nod. “I’m yours. I’m all yours, Yoongi. No one else’s.” Your eyes dart to his mouth. “Take me.” 
The crash of his lips on yours is messy, all heavy breaths and lewd bites, his tongue overbearing in your mouth. His satisfaction in your statement is heard in his grunts, filling your mouth up with the pleased sound. 
He uses your distraction with the kiss to push the head of his cock through your hole, sliding in easier than a waterslide on a hot summer day. Doesn’t stop the moan of surprise falling from your lips, eyes screwing shut as he bottoms out, stretching you out deliciously for the first time today. 
A tiny whine of his name leaves your mouth as he pulls back out, disconnecting his lips from you and leaving a saliva trail between you. He sends you one smug grin before pushing your face down on the pillow and gripping your hips. “Such a doll,” he cooes, spanking your ass with two quick slaps. “All mine.” 
His fingers dig resolutely into your waist, holding you steady as a horse as he pounds into you from behind. You squeal at the way he fits inside of you, like your pussy was made for him. He’s claiming it as his, just like the rest of you, ruining you for any other guy that comes along. 
Soft praises fall from his lips as he fucks into you, starkly contrasting the rought gropes of your skin and harsh slaps against your ass. “Been a brat all day just because you wanted to get fucked?” Yoongi pulls you up by your hair a few inches, grabbing your attention. “Hm?” 
You’re sure you look as stupid as you sound, babbling incoherently, collapsed on the bed, taking each slap of his hips against you with your mouth wide open and your eyes rolled back. The tantrum being fucked right out of you, you have no words other than teary cries of his name as your knuckles pale from gripping the sheets so hard. 
“I know, baby.” He growls under his breath, heavy pants taking up most of his lung capacity. The cacophony of lewd squelching echoes around the room, Yoongi’s hips not letting up one bit. You’re close, feeling the tip of his cock penetrate through to a sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. 
“Yoongi, I–I can’t—” You try to push yourself up to warn him, but you flop back down instantly, dizzy with the onslaught of pleasure towering over you. “‘m gonna—” 
“That’s right, you gonna cream my cock?” Yoongi jolts his hips inhumanly faster, opting to beat your pussy like it’d insulted him. “Show me how much you missed me?” 
You nod feverishly, a loud scream of his name filling your lungs and bursting out when he drops his hand to play with your clit, sending you over the edge. You cry into the pillow, fingers gripping the plush fabric like a lifeline, as your arousal spills out of you and coats Yoongi’s dick in white. 
You’ve been relegated to a ragdoll as he uses the extra slick to fuck back into you, racing his way to his own orgasm. Your mind is hazy, but you’re lucky enough to have your eyes refocus just as he throws his head back in a roar, ripping from his throat as he comes. 
Sweat glistens on your skin, both of your breathing heavy, as he pulls out. Your body jerks with overstimulation as his cock glides through your walls, and your limbs crash as soon as he’s out, falling onto the mattress with a bounce. 
Between your drunken state, and post-orgasmic bliss, you almost don’t feel the presence of his body beside you—not until an arm wraps around your waist, and tugs you close. 
“All mine,” he peppers your shoulder in kisses, “and I’m all yours.” 
You wholeheartedly blame your intoxication for the words that next leave your mouth—because what you want to say is how full your heart is right now, how right it feels being pressed to him every day and night, and how not afraid of his statement you are, how much you agree. Instead, what comes out is a half-asleep, mumbled, “So true, bestie.” 
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“Five bucks says he strikes out, she throws her drink at him, and her friend shoves him into the pool,” Namjoon places his bet. 
“Fuck no, the first girl is definitely interested. The second one’s trying to cockblock, though—see! She’s trying to get her boyfriend’s attention.” Jungkook jumps up triumphantly, pointing at the guy who’d just turned around to see Hoseok running game on his girl. 
“I give it two minutes MAX before Hoseok is dodging punches,” Seokjin claims, leaning back and taking a sip from his drink. The girl in his lap, however, begs to differ. 
“You’re all idiots.” Doyeon says loudly, the alcohol she’s been sharing with Seokjin all night raising her already sonorous voice to new heights. “The guy can’t be her boyfriend because they’ve been dancing around each other all night like a pair of birds in a mating dance—they’re just fucking. Not tonight, though, because Hoseok is going home with both of those girls.” 
Loud protests follow her words, arguments and rebuttals ensue, but Doyeon just shrugs assuredly—having said her piece, she finds more interest in sucking face with Jin than entertaining the mayhem of the younger boys. 
You feel Yoongi’s chest vibrate with a humored puff, lifting his drink up to his lips. You intercept, catching his lips with yours first, and leaning back with a proud, goofy smile on your face. The corners of his eyes crinkle and the corners of his lips lift with a grin as he puts his drink down, opting to turn your quick peck into a messier, proper kiss. 
After your romp, you had found your friends earlier in the midst of a completely different argument, which had immediately ceased with Doyeon’s “oh thank GOD” once she’d seen the two of you together. She’d held out a wagging finger at Yoongi, “Don’t ever deprive her of dick again, she’s a nightmare,” which ended with you promptly pushing her off the couch arm she was situated on. 
You pull back from the kiss, Yoongi’s pretty features greeting you. Up close. Your hand trailed down his cheek, tracing the slope of his nose, admiring his eyelashes. You could get lost in his eyes forever. 
“What’s on your mind?” his voice rumbles deeply, tone only for your ears. You shrug, “I like you,” you pout, leaning further into him. His eyes soften and he looks like he’s about to reciprocate the tender moment when, “Think we can go back to yours and I can congratulate you again?” 
He chuckles at your insinuation and the innocent look you have in your eyes as you ask oh, so sweetly, and he’s ready to bend you over right here if necessary. But before he can respond, Doyeon’s thunderous victory screech fills your ears as she collects money from the bewildered and grumbling gamblers around her. “MAKE IT RAIN, BOYS.”
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chateautae · 6 months ago
hard liquor | myg. (m)
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➵ summary: your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.
➵ pairing: executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader
➵ genre: business!au, age gap!au (5 years), smut, pwp
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 8k
➵ warnings: alcohol consumption, teasing, explicit sexual content, pussy fondling, semi-public fingering, exhibitionism, humiliation, dry-humping, begging, titty sucking, marking, manhandling, dirty talk, elevator sex, tipsy sex (consensual), cum-eating, impregnation kink, creampie <3
➵ a/n: HELLOO THIS FIC IS FINALLY HERE!! thank you endlessly to everyone who’s patiently waited and shown support for this before it was even written, i hope it reads well!! 🥺 a million thank you’s to my wife @amourtae​ for beta-ing!! your feedback is always appreciated <3
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“One more sangria, please.” 
“Haven’t you had enough of those?” 
Rolling your eyes, you prod the inside of your cheek with your tongue, annoyed beyond comprehension. 
You already despised grabbing drinks with your co-workers every Friday; a typical method of destressing after a week’s worth of crunching, and yet every one of your visits always transformed into a disaster. 
First of all, you despise the nature of bars. Nothing repels you more than drunk men making inappropriate passes at you. Second, you possess the single-most fickle relationship with alcohol in the universe. You never understood the drinking culture at all; sometimes you were convinced half the population was faking it. 
You understood the idea of drowning your sorrows, but that was nothing a warm cup of tea or a session with a juicy book couldn’t solve. 
So why were you here? Well, your best friend and co-worker Bit-na talked your ear off once she overheard that Chris would take her out on a date—oh so revolutionary. 
Chris was the happy-go-lucky, incredibly attractive assistant in your department with a myriad of women pining for him over his gentlemanliness. In reality, he was just overly nice. 
But once the news hit Bit-na, her energy levels sky-rocketed, and was convinced to make a move on him tonight. 
What better way to get laid than at a bar, right? 
Still, you could bonk her on the head right now, because currently, she was chatting up good ol’ Chris while you’re left an observing loner in a woman’s modern-day battle; fighting off intoxicated, grubby men. 
You’d already warded off many; you just weren’t in the mood tonight. So when you hear a male voice attempting to control you; something you despised, you whirl around to the source, tone sharp as ever. 
“Listen, dude. Whatever asshole you are, I don’t need you—” 
Right then, you panic. You focus on the last person you considered finding; the director of your department and prestigious boss, Min Yoongi. You internally malfunction. 
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Mr. Min.” 
“Don’t sweat it.” The impeccably dressed executive lifts a hand, his expression cool. “You’re alright, but I did mean it. Perhaps that should be your last drink.” 
Shocked by his suggestion, you tilt your head. Part of you wants to argue with him, but the other part screams to simply obey. He was your boss, after all, and crossing Min Yoongi was considered a capital offence at your office. 
It’s not that he was this wildly dictative superior, not at all. In actuality, he was calm, cool, and collected; the very definition of what the youth label as “chill”. 
Min Yoongi rarely ever shouted, kept a low profile, and was known for being a silently lethal genius. Your research department wouldn’t have made half the discoveries that it has without his expertise, and for that, he’d earned the highly acclaimed respect of everyone at your company. 
It was seen as an injustice to piss him off. 
You would rarely earn the opportunity to speak with him, so right now, you feel displaced, more so anxious.  
“I-um… why do you say so, if I may ask, Mr. Min?” You ask without your tone; you always were quite the argumentative type. 
“Hmm,” Your boss narrows his eyes a little, observing you. You realize that he’s taken it upon himself to recline against the bar counter, clutching a crystal glass of whiskey. “Let me guess, you hate bars. Here for a friend?” 
Impressed, you raise your brows. “Y-yeah.” 
He purses his lips. “You also didn’t like the way I just spoke to you, right?” 
Eyes widening, all you muster is the courage to focus on the bar. “I… wh….” 
Yoongi softly chuckles, and turns around to face the bar, forearms splaying across the counter. “My words did sound controlling, I apologize.” 
“Not at all, Mr. Min.” You dismiss him politely. “You’re honestly right, I should probably make this my last.” 
“Mm,” he hums again, and it’s then you realize Yoongi has a hypnotizingly rich voice you could become addicted to. 
The soft bass was almost soothing—downright illegal. 
“Funny how it’s only your second drink, though.” Yoongi muses, taking a sip of his whiskey. It’s then you realize… it in fact is, so why the hell did he instruct you to slow down? And why did you agree to it when he advised that you do? 
Were you already goddamn tipsy enough to be taking orders from people? 
“I… you know how many drinks I already had?” 
“I’m observant.” 
Feeling defensive, you become bold.  “Why’d you tell me to slow down if you know it’s only my second drink?” 
Yoongi suddenly chuckles, but doesn’t look at you. You’re mesmerized by his side profile as he smiles; you’ve rarely earned the opportunity to truly appreciate his beauty like this.
Min Yoongi was dashing, the sort of pretty that was unique and ethereal. His cat-like eyes accentuated his almost feline-like beauty, his small lips and soft nose to complement. But his striking hair, his rugged, veiny hands and that tongue of his he constantly prods the inside of his cheek with… he was certainly the male definition of attractiveness–fatally so. 
“I’ve observed you on these usual Friday outings for drinks. You’re a lightweight.” He outrightly declares. 
Appalled, you scold him, your face even becoming flustered. “What? I am-I am not a lightweight.” 
“Mm,” he hums mellifluously, and you despise that he stirs something inside your stomach. “You are.” 
“How have you even observed me enough to know that?” You question him with furrowed brows. “Why would you watch me of all people?” 
“You’re the only one I find interesting.” 
Flabbergasted, you nearly choke on your saliva. Did Min Yoongi really just say that to you? A mere run-of-the-mill, inferior employee? Your untouchable, gorgeous boss that not a single co-worker in your department doesn’t simp over? Even straight guys fall to their knees over his sexily intelligent brain. 
“S-sir, pardon?” You become flushed, yearning to hide behind your empty glass. 
“Sorry if I’m being too forthright,” Yoongi lifts a polite hand again, and you admire that he’s so courteous. “But you strike me as the kind of woman that’s… different.” 
His words leave your panties dampening. How could your boss ever find you interesting? “Why do you say that?” 
He chuckles, and despite his reputation of being reserved and sometimes rigid, you’re enlightened that his personality seems to be friendly. He’s just an insanely grounded, down-to-earth man. 
“You seem uninterested in the whole bar scene. I can tell there are times during our conversation you desire to say something else, but you choose to be polite instead.” He points out. 
“I-well…” You struggle to form words, impressed by his accuracy. “This is the first time I’m ever really… speaking to you.” 
“Mm,” he hums, stealing a swig of his whiskey. “You’re correct, I apologize, I should speak with all my employees.” 
You grimace. “Please, Mr. Min. You don’t have to apologize to me so much.” 
Yoongi then shifts his eyes to you, and they’re entirely impossible to read; so are many of his attractive facial features. He rather taps his glass of liquor, careful gaze on you. You feel glued to your spot, practically pinned by his gorgeous cat eyes. 
There was this invigorating, unshakable glint within his dark irises, and you could feel your usual confidence disintegrating.
He was just so powerful. 
“S-so…” You stutter; you might as well use this opportunity to get to know him better. Everyone should have a good relationship with their boss, right? “Why did you… um, come here?” 
You feel like smashing your head against a wall; how much more rude could you have sounded? “I-I mean, what brings you here-” 
Yoongi then stifles a little laugh before knocking back his whiskey. “You’re entertaining.”  
You furrow your eyebrows. “I’m-I’m entertaining?” 
“Mm, you choose your words very carefully based on who you’re speaking to, but often fail. It’s funny.” He points out, to which you lightly scramble.
“Well, you are my boss. So I’m trying really hard.” 
“Mm,” Yoongi hums, another swig disappearing behind his lips. How he so casually downed such hard liquor beats you, but what’s beating you even more is how sexy he looks doing it. Why is it now you’re noticing how thick his shoulders appear? How muscular and broad he is in a suit? “I’m only 5 years older than you, though.” 
You blink, purely shocked. “Wait, really?” 
“Mm,” he nods. “I’m unsure why people think I’m older. Am I that mysterious?” 
Mysterious; that’s the perfect word to describe him. “You are quite mysterious, Mr. Min. Though I believe your intelligence just intimidates people. You’re well-acclaimed for someone quite young.” You compliment, finding him amusing. It slipped your judgment that Min Yoongi had more to him than just being quiet. “I don’t think a lot of people know much about you in the first place.” 
He nods his head. “You’re correct. People only know that I love whiskey. I haven’t stopped receiving bottles of them on Christmas. I’ll be a drunkard soon.” 
You snicker as the bartender hands you your new sangria, and you’re completely sucked in by your boss now. How could he be so charming when he says so little? Perhaps that was his talent. “So you like whiskey, huh?” 
“Guilty.” He smiles, and you can’t help but find the curve of his lips beautiful. Did he always have such endearing teeth? You haven’t stopped staring at his veiny hands either; there’s a certain roughness to them that’s sending your mind into a frenzy. The way he grips his glass is intoxicating—you wonder how he’d grip you with strong hands like that. “I’m not an alcoholic, though. I just enjoy a drink.” 
You’re suddenly much more interested in him, captivated by the information he’s providing. Has Min Yoongi perhaps always been the talkative type? And his reserved presence only unjustly veered people away from him? If so, how are you being blessed by his company? “Funny, I’m quite literally the opposite.” 
“You don’t say?” He jokes, and shoots a playfully disapproving look over at you and your sangria, to which your jaw drops. He chuckles once you gasp, and you pretend to have taken a dagger to the heart. 
“Ugh, how could you do that to me, Mr. Min?” 
“All in good fun.” 
You attempt to hold back a smile as you slowly drink, feeling the alcohol course through your veins, even loosen up your guard. 
The heat of his gaze keeps you on your toes. 
“I don’t know… I just don’t find joy in drinking. On top of that, my tolerance is garbage.” You sigh. 
“Drinking is a developed skill.” Yoongi elucidates. “Socially it’s an efficient way to network and build relationships, similar to what we’re doing now.” 
Cocking a brow, you joke with a breezy tone. “Are you trying to build a relationship with me, Mr. Min?” 
He laughs a little, swishing around the remnants of his drink. “Mm, you really are different. Nobody would have made a comment like that to my face.” 
Internally face-palming, you remind your witty self that you’re speaking to your Godforsaken superior right now. You shouldn’t be joking with him! “Oh, I’m so sorry.” 
“No, I encourage it.” He lifts a hand, tucking the same one in his pocket as he faces you. Again, you despise that it’s now you’re realizing how large he is. He always appeared to be leaner, but when he’s inches before you, your erogenous zones can’t help but fire off observing his intoxicatingly masculine build. “It makes me feel less… superior. I don’t enjoy always being treated formally.”
Lightening up, you smile widely. “I see. Well, you’re welcome to stay with me if that’s what you seek. I do tend to speak my mind.” You wittily remark, and he beautifully chuckles. 
“I welcome that, Y/N. No need for a filter.” 
“You know my name?” 
“I’m observant. I keep an eye on all my employees.” 
“Well, since you’ve had an eye on me and know I’m not a great drinker, do you have any tips? I’d hate to lack in my social skills.”  
Yoongi sends you another subtle grin that strikes you through the heart. He then eyes your sangria, pointing towards the pink drink. “Mind if I drink some? I’ll assess the alcohol content.” 
You quirk an impressed brow. “You can taste how much alcohol is in something?” 
“Like I said, I like alcohol.” 
Giggling, you hand him your drink, and watch as his veiny hand decorated with a few rings clasps around the glass, clinking against it. 
You wonder how those rings would feel stuffed inside you. 
Mentally whacking yourself for the dirty thought, you linger on his hands a little too long until Yoongi clearing his throat awakens you. You meet his eyes, and nearly become flushed as he holds your gaze; so quiet and yet, so powerful. 
Cupping the glass, he brings it towards his lips, and takes a sip as he bores into your pupils. You feel your core gush as he does so, something so innately sexy about his resolve to keep eye contact with you. 
Bringing the glass down, he gently smacks his lips as he tastes the drink, gently grimacing. “Mm, sweet. About 20% alcohol.” 
Mouth falling agape, you’re coloured entirely impressed. Not that you would know how accurate he’s being right now, but his ability to sense the percentage was still hot as ever. “I-I don’t even know if you’re correct.” 
“I’m correct, doll.” You nearly choke when he calls you the pet name in his smooth voice. Rather than question him, you attempt to hide how flustered you are. 
Your boss merely smiles to himself, sipping his whiskey once again, and you become curious. “How do you even tolerate whiskey? I can never drink it straight or neat.”
“I’ve become accustomed to the taste,” Yoongi’s jaw flexes as he tastes his liquor once again, and you can’t help but find him blindingly sexy. He carries himself with such finesse. “I even try to make my own.” 
“You make your own alcohol?!” You marvel, instinctively leaning closer to him. 
“Sometimes. Practice mixology, too.”
“You seem to know a lot about alcohol.” 
“I do,” Yoongi proudly admits, before cocking one of his brows. “I could even help you with your tolerance.” 
Internally flustered, you attempt to maintain a facade of ease. Your boss offering to help you tolerate alcohol better? All while you suffer the damage of him being so incredibly sexy? You could feel your heart pounding in your ears with excitement. “And how exactly would you do that, Mr. Min?” 
Yoongi cracks a smile at the way you draw out his addressment. You may be crazy, but you might be safe in assuming he likes being called professionally. “Like this.” 
Your boss then leans over the counter and orders something from the bar, piquing your curiosity. The bartender returns with a glass of what you assumed to be fruit punch, and a half-drunk bottle of whiskey. Yoongi finishes off his shot, and pours more whiskey into his glass. Instead of bringing it to his own lips, he nudges the shot towards you. 
“Have a drink.” 
You nearly stutter. “F-from your glass?”
Yoongi chuckles, his teeth bright and beautiful. “Yes, unless you feel uncomfortable.” 
“No, no. I’m totally comfortable.” You brush him off, grasping the glass and swallowing as you eye the liquid. Your expression becomes a little nervous. “Listen, Mr. Min…” 
“Never had it straight, huh?” Yoongi’s soft, rich voice hums, and you consider whether it’s already the alcohol in your veins or his ability to entrance anyone. 
Perhaps it’s both. 
“That’s why I got you this,” Yoongi taps the glass of juice, and you hate that it draws attention to his thick, veiny fingers, especially his glimmering silver rings. Did he always wear rings? Why have you come to notice that now? “Try knocking the shot back. If you can’t stand it, mix your next one into this glass of juice and drink it slower.” 
Following his advice, you take a breath, and shoot him a wary look as you size down your glass. Yoongi reaches out and pats your shoulder supportively, to which you gain the electric shock of his cold rings pressing against your hot skin. You feel yourself gush.
Confident, you tip back the shot, and instantly cough at the crudeness of the liquor. Grimacing, you instantly reach out for your juice and take a large swig, still hacking up the sharp flavour. 
“Jesus, that could’ve practically been gasoline.” You hit your chest. 
Yoongi laughs, and you swear it feels like an accomplishment to be the cause of that effect. “You’re funny.” 
Sheepishly denying a smile, you pout. “C’mon, Mr. Min. I feel like I’m just terrible at this.” 
“Not at all, Y/N.” He softly denies you. “Building up tolerance takes time. You can still socially enjoy drinking by, say, mixing your liquor with another drink.” Yoongi indicates the glass of juice, pouring another glass of his strong whiskey into it. “Cocktails are counterproductive since they include more than one alcoholic component. Simply adding a shot of liquor to juice or pop is more efficient.” 
Your boss then proceeds to mix the liquor with the juice, and offers it to you. After sending him a disappointed grin, you still accept the juice and steal your sip. You wince a little once the alcohol’s taste hits you, but the fruit punch soothes your tastebuds. 
“Mmm,” you hum in appreciation. “This is so much better.” 
“Right?” Yoongi smiles. “All about taking it step by step, Y/N. Gradually add more alcohol at your pace. One shot can become one and a half, or two or three. It’s about dedication.” 
Impressed, you stifle a grin. “You really are serious about alcohol, huh?” 
“Like I said, guilty.” Yoongi smirks. 
Suddenly, you feel yourself loosening up, Yoongi’s smirk hitting a thousand times harder. This has to be the alcohol, right? Clearly your lack of food shot the potent liquid straight to your bloodstream, and now you’re experiencing everything in full swing. 
Every sensation feels amplified; the sight of the bar’s mauve lighting, the booming bass of the music, the feeling of your nipples hardening against your dress as you eye your boss down. 
To be quite frank, you always found Yoongi sexy ever since the day you first met him over a year ago. His cat-like eyes could reel in anyone, the elusive glint in them compelled any poor soul to search deep within them for answers. His elegant and yet, attractively masculine way of carrying himself was alluring. He was an enigma; a taste of someone calm, cool and collected, though held within him the ability to utterly ravage someone. 
And you got the sense that he didn’t just do it intellectually, but most of all; sexually. 
The mere idea of Min Yoongi tugging you close to his body, his thick fingers curling around your waist, his delicate lips grazing your ear as he whispers in his deep, warm voice. His hand rubbing your aching pussy, his mouth suckling your pulse point or his hot gaze permeating your entire body. 
You feel a buzz suffocate you, rattled to the very core as you attempt to shake the erotic images of your boss out of your head, but you’re a lost cause. Yoongi will not stop staring at you; his eyes are careful, calculated. He’s observing you, and you’re being as transparent as glass. 
You’re aching between your legs, and your only saviour is being able to shuffle your thighs together. Biting your lip as Yoongi glances down at your thighs, you clear your throat, hand lazily weaving through your hair. 
“So… do you think I can get better?” You try to make conversation. How lame, you internally wince. 
Your boss focuses on your eyes again, gently licking his lips. “I believe so. My lessons should do you well.” 
You swallow at the small innuendo you can find in his words; the alcohol’s surely corrupting your mind. His expression is unreadable, but the hint of amusement in his features tells you enough to feel horny. He’s your boss, but he’s only five years older than you, huh? 
Good thing you loved older men. 
“I feel like if you’re my teacher, I’ll learn anything.” Your sultry tone is laced with suggestion, leaning your cheek in your palm. The club was playing a provocative, sensual song that kept your blood pumping, your arousal rising and your heart beating erratically. 
“Mm,” Yoongi hums, his small grin exhilarating. “I am your boss, after all. You’d do anything I tell you, wouldn’t you?” 
His comment nearly leaves you winded, blinking idiocally. Your core pulses, your breasts feel hyper alert to his much closer presence, and your cheeks are hot under his tempting gaze. “Only if I like what you’re telling me to do.” 
Yoongi bounces a brow, rolling his tongue inside his cheek before his deep voice rumbles out. “Trust me, Y/N, you’d like anything I tell you to do.” 
Dampening your panties, you become restless, desiring his proximity. You shuffle closer, and suddenly feel a burst of intoxicated giggling attack you. 
“Don’t be cocky, Mr. Min.” You reach out and lightly hit his bicep, to which you feel how tight and thick it is. His eyes follow your hand touching him, until they refocus on you, an enthralling spark in his irises. 
He moves to speak, but his attention is called elsewhere when it flits towards some raucous behind you. He observes something evidently unfavourable, and he grinds his teeth harshly with frustrated eyes, tone vexed. “Fuck.” 
While you’re confused, Yoongi’s urgent expression finds you. “Y/N, are you okay with hiding?” 
“Are you okay if you hide somewhere with me?” He repeats, though with care and patience. “You don’t have to, but I’d rather have your company.” 
Blinking, you slightly malfunction. “Y-yes. I mean, if you need-” Before you can finish, your boss ensnares your wrist, suddenly tugging you along with him. You squeak as Yoongi navigates you both through the throngs of people mingling, drinking and dancing. 
His steps are so quick; you can barely keep up. “Mr. Min, why are we hiding?!” You need to shout over the music. 
Yoongi squeezes your hand tighter. “My uncle; head of the company. Not in the mood to talk to him.” Is all your boss grits before halting right before the black curtains draping the floor-to-ceiling windows; they overlooked an attached balcony. 
With your high-pitched squeal, Yoongi speedily conceals you both behind the curtains, tucking you underneath him. Your back lands flat against the chilled glass, and Yoongi’s caged you in, looming over you. 
You swallow as you peer up at him with widened eyes. His body feels sinfully hot this close, and you’re at a loss for words. There’s no way you’re pinned against glass by your boss, Min Yoongi. 
And there’s no way he’s staring down at you with dilated pupils, his breaths hot and heavy. 
“You’re okay?” He asks; if only he knew your heart is hammering against your chest. 
“I-I am,” you stutter. “But my… my dress.” You peek down at the side of your bodycon, having slightly torn up your thigh when Yoongi ushered you along. Your black, lacey panties are still thankfully covered, but your dress is ripped enough to bare a tasteful amount of skin. 
And you feel sweltering hot once you feel Yoongi’s warm breath fanning your cheek. 
His eyes shift towards the rip, and before you can cover yourself out of embarrassment, Yoongi’s soft, veiny hand drapes you with a light grab. Your heart roars exhilaratingly, peering up at him with warm cheeks. He keeps your gaze, searching your eyes meticulously. 
You can feel his rings… his goddamn silver rings you raved about touching you, and your skin’s burning up.
Incredibly horny, you squirm underneath him, restless that you’re even in this position with him. Your bodies are concealed by the curtains; it’s just you and him, and it’s dark. The alcohol is suffusing your brain with poor decision-making, instinctively craving him like an addict craves a drug, and you're experiencing euphoria. 
With your skin set ablaze, you slowly press your front against his, watching his expression carefully. Yoongi intakes a harsher breath, his eyes switching between your lip that you keep biting, and your hooded, tempting eyes. 
Your smaller hands curl around his biceps, holding onto them, a coquettish look upon your face. Yoongi eyes you with amusement, his vision hazing over with lust. 
The alcohol’s unlocked something carnal between you two. 
“What are you doing, Y/N?” 
His rich voice casts a spell on you, your eyes keen on his dewy lips. “Nothing.” 
Yoongi laughs. “Lying to your boss isn’t a good thing.” 
“And my boss touching my thigh isn’t, either.” 
Caught, Yoongi rolls his tongue inside his cheek with a scoff, irises glowing with mirth. His hand upon your thigh slowly, ever so slightly shifts from atop the fabric to slip underneath, enveloping your bare skin. 
He gently skims up your thigh, and you shudder underneath him, vying for his touch. The alcohol intensifies every inch he moves, the subtle grazing of his warm skin against yours intoxicating. The cold metal of his rings causes your core to pulse achingly, and your eyes give away your need, but your mouth begs to differ. 
“We shouldn’t be doing this… Mr. Min.” 
“Mm,” he hums, and you could’ve melted to the throaty, deep sound. “We shouldn’t.” 
And still, Yoongi painstakingly inches upwards. One, two, three, decreasing the space between your mouths too; the heat of his breath is invigorating. 
He glides across the lace of your panties suddenly, and you sigh erotically. Yoongi smirks, wetting his lips. “But you’ve been squirming all night, Y/N,” he rasps. “And I hate when people fidget.”  
Unable to respond, you feel Yoongi’s veiny hand canvas towards the band of your underwear, toying with it. He leans in closer, so close that you taste the whiskey on his breath, and suddenly, you adore the crude liquor. You know your eyes appear dumbstruck, his presence overriding your every system. 
His fingers slip past for skin-to-skin contact, and his touch to your pelvis enlivens you, shuddering. “Mr. Min…” 
“Do you like this?” He rasps, his unoccupied hand having slid down to your waist, holding at just the junction. His grip feels riveting, electrifying, hot. The tips of his fingers skim towards your core, and you anticipate his lewd touch to your wet clit more than anything. 
Flustered, you nod, your insides on the verge of exploding. 
Yoongi’s fingers slowly engulf your clit, and the heft of your body disappears. You feel light, airy, goddamn ascendant. Arousal rushes to your center pathetically, and you whimper in his hold, eyes a mess of need. 
Your boss grips your hip tighter, his grin amused. “Christ, you really needed to be touched, huh? You’re dripping.” 
Toes curling in your heels, you feel hot to the touch. Your desire to tease him takes the spotlight, however. “So… so unprofessional of you, Mr. Min.” 
Yoongi scoffs a laugh; the fact that you’re still unfiltered even in this position entertains him. “Liquor makes me a little unprofessional.” He admits, his fingertips circling your sticky bud as you shiver between him and the glass, your hands hooking onto his suit. “Especially around a woman like you.” 
“Do you do this… with all your female employees?” You breathe in between moans, leaning back against the glass to eye his smug expression as he fondled your cunt. You knew he was hiding something feral behind those unreadable eyes. “You know, since you keep such a close eye on them.” 
Your boss bites his lip, bringing his mouth inches before yours, his dark eyes pinning you in your place. “Like I said, you’re the only one I find interesting.” 
Yoongi’s fingers slip in between your puffy folds, and you capsize. You sigh so loudly when his cold rings press against your slit, and your boss lifts a finger to your lips, hushing you. “Shh, not so loud, doll. Or are you the type that likes to get caught?” 
Coloured slightly humiliated, you discern that you liked it. Especially when it was your boss with his fingers inside your panties. 
You grip his suit tightly to manage the pleasure he rubs between your thighs. He gathers your slick and constantly slides it around, lathering up all your folds with your essence. He teases your throbbing pearl, his rings adding a blissful chill to your sweltering hot skin. 
It’s hot, oh, it’s very hot. Being this close to your boss, feeling his breath against yours, and his heated gaze that never wavers is proliferating. Your boobs are squishing up against his chest, and your cleavage is revealing itself plentifully. Your body responds by riding his fingers, desperate to feel them inside you, to feel him inside you. 
Yoongi hisses at your grinding hips, watching it happen. “Fuck, move like that and I’ll have no mercy, doll.” 
You disobey this time, your pleasure far too suffocating. You move faster, head occupied by fluffy white clouds. Your center is electrifying and your gut is twisting, coiling so badly it’ll snap any passionate second. 
In your delirium, Yoongi speaks, his breaths rugged. “Fuck, usually I’m not phased by a woman that’s wet but you… you drip.” Your boss marvels, watching his fingers slide between your folds with such ease, and become amply coated with your leaking cum. “And all because of me? I didn’t even touch you.” 
Pride swelling, you smirk. “Guess I’m interesting, don’t you think, Mr. Min?” 
Scoffing with a smile, Yoongi plunges his two fingers inside your fluttering hole as punishment for your wit, and your body erupts with an erotic moan. Your boss covers your mouth instantly, and you moan into his palm, eyes fluttering shut at the sheer thickness of his fingers inside you. 
Couple in his silver rings, and you were a goner. 
You peer at him with hooded eyes, and Yoongi’s quick to press his crotch against you. You feel his clothed tip nudge your hip, and your insides ignite. 
He increases his pace, finger-fucking you against the hard glass. He pumps inside you deliciously, twisting and curling up his fingers to massage your walls like a god. Yoongi appears mesmerized by how much you squeeze him, groaning in accordance with your euphoric moans. 
Your boss nestles his thumb against your clit, and just as he moves forward to seal your mouths together, a drunk couple slams open the doors to the balcony just left of you, waltzing their way out. 
You panic, eyes widening with the fear that upon occupying the balcony, the couple’s on the opposite side of the window you’re pushed up against, able to see everything. Yoongi hushes you in that instant, his eyes calm and collected. 
“They can’t see you, only me, doll.” He assures, and maneuvers his body to conceal yours, while he remains in plain sight. Your dress’s skirt still covers your ass, and frankly, all anyone can really see is Yoongi caging you against the glass. 
Though the movement of his arm should be a dead giveaway of something explicit happening, and your chest fills with an odd sense of… arousal despite your initial shamefulness. You wish to speak as he covers your mouth, and Yoongi lets you. 
“Can-can they see you? Do they know what you’re doing?” Yoongi shoots a look above you towards the couple, before meeting your eyes again. His pupils are beyond dilated, his forehead slicked with sweat, and he glistens stunningly underneath the moonlight. 
“They see me, I think they know what I’m doing.” Yoongi tells you honestly, but his fingers never stop their addictive movement, softly fucking you underneath him as quiet whimpers spill out of you. “But I like the face you make when my fingers are inside you, I won’t stop unless you want me to.” 
His completely confident expression throws you for a loop, hyponotized by his cat-like eyes. You feel exposed, humiliated, but something about his intoxicating eye contact makes you believe it’s only you and Yoongi in this world. 
And the pleasure he provides you becomes your penicillium. 
Your boss sends you flying when he quickens his head-spinning pace, ramming his fingers into you. You moan incessantly, feeling the prying eyes of whomever is now on the balcony, but the weight of Yoongi’s broad body, his captivating eyes keep you grounded. 
Even then, the idea that you’re the one pinned against glass by him while others look on is almost empowering; you’re the only one who could disassemble the stoic genius of your department, Min Yoongi’s, self control. 
Though yours is in danger. It’s sinking with every hot second, your nipples begging to be sucked or exposed to him, to rut against his impeccable suit. Your clit is throbbing, your walls are molding around his thick fingers and rings, and all you need is to kiss him. 
You move forward, and he does, too. Your orgasm is impending, and you yearn to consume him like a five-course meal–feel your body press into his with all its might. You’re centimeters from the liplock, reviving your lost moment, feeling the heat of his mouth and tongue as he approaches you, before another bout of raucous party-goers open the balcony doors, too, shocking you two. 
The opening awakens your awareness; Yoongi instantly extracts his fingers from you, and your head returns to Earth. 
Your chest rises and falls as your orgasm melts away, your pussy soaked and achingly throbbing. Your boss also dons a semi-hard on, and every nerve inside you feels completely burned out. 
Yoongi stares at you, and you stare at him, the air between you two suddenly thick. What just overcame the both of you? How did you even end up in this situation with him? You let your boss finger-fuck you against a balcony window, in a public place. Have you completely lost your horny fucking mind? 
Embarrassed that his fingers are now coated with your juices, and that you still pathetically yearn for his touch, you avert your eyes, swallowing rigidly. 
Only Yoongi’s steady voice calls your attention back, listening to him clear his throat. “Y/N, did you eat?” 
Cocking a brow, you meet his gaze. “Huh?” 
“Before drinking. Did you eat before drinking?” 
You gently shake your head. “No.” 
Yoongi sighs, even dipping his head. “You should never do that.” 
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you merely cross your arms and lean against the glass, teeming with uncontrollable sensations–the denial of your orgasm was frustrating you vehemently. 
“Do you want to eat ramen at my place?” 
Dazzled, you nearly choke, meeting his completely serious gaze. Hold on, he wasn’t kidding? Did your boss really just ask you to eat ramen back at his place? First of all, this was an official invitation to your executive boss’ home. Second of all, is he even familiar with the sexual euphemism?
There is no way Min Yoongi is using this euphemism on you. 
“I should’ve asked you if you ate before getting you to drink. I’m partially responsible, I should treat you.” He simply says, and once you consider he may actually mean just eating at his place, you don’t mind the offer. You really didn’t eat before drinking, perhaps a meal could sober you up and deal with this situation more intelligently. 
You’ve already committed enough idiocy.
“Sure,” you nod, bewitched by the look in Yoongi’s eyes. He’s unreadable again, but you swear you can discern the glint of lust still swirling within his irises.
You hate that it makes you feel thrilled. 
“I would love that.” You smile. 
Yoongi grins beautifully, tongue rolling across his teeth. “My place is the highest floor of this building. Come along, doll.” He tells you before gently grabbing your wrist, and leading the way towards the elevator. Your stomach fills with butterflies as he squeezes you, recalling that it was with the same hand he’d fucked inside you. 
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You gulp as you stand next to Yoongi inside the compact elevator. 
He’d explained that the upper levels are all residential, and require a key from any of the owners to access them. He personally owns the highest room, a lustrous penthouse, and with a simple turn of his key, only yourself and Yoongi were headed up towards his home. 
You genuinely wish it was that simple, but it isn’t. All you can feel is how soaking wet you are between your thighs, the sexually-charged energy between you and your boss, and smell the mixed scent of your cum on his fingers and his cologne in the air. 
Yoongi was predominantly silent, merely standing with his fingers weaved together before him. He stares only in front, never stealing a look at you. You suppose the earlier situation truly woke him up to how insane it even was; he’s probably decided to completely remain at arm’s length with you. 
The idea makes you feel wounded; you’d never felt so hot with a man before, and your body still aches with need for him. If he could pump pleasure through your veins like that just by his fingers, how would his cock fare? Stuffed inside you as he pins you down into his sheets? His couch? Even the very walls of this elevator? 
You internally sigh at your delusional mind. 
Suddenly, Yoongi actually sighs next to you, even shakes his head. “Fuck,” he curses, and you’re the equivalent of a lost puppy. 
“God, fuck it.” 
Just as you turn to question your boss, he suddenly charges forwards and presses his mouth against yours, kissing you fervently. Shocked, the power of his kiss overwhelms you, but you instantly become taken by his lips, the powerful, sensual way he molds his mouth with yours. 
His dogmatic force shoves you up against the elevator wall, and you moan mellifluously into his mouth. His tongue teases your bottom lip before he pulls back, his breaths harsh and rugged, his hands resting either side of your head. 
He stares into your eyes, and you similarly breathe for your life; he knocked the wind out of you. 
“Can I continue?” he rasps, and his fiery irises spell your doom. You vehemently nod, and Yoongi dives in for more within an instant. 
When his mouth meets yours, you’re floating. He presses his broad body against yours, the weight of him exhilarating. His tongue is merciless, asking for more of you, consuming you for all you’re worth. Your hands travel up his chest, traversing higher to weave through his luscious locks.
Yoongi moans into the kiss when you tug at his hair, and you feel your core gush with your sticky essence. He truly was going to be the end of you, and to think he’s only been a mere office away. 
Breaking away from you, his school-laden breath fans across your cheek as he pants. You’re similarly winded, and can’t stand being without his mouth. Clutching his suit, you tug him back on your lips with demanding force, and Yoongi’s thoroughly impressed.
He lets out a surprised groan as you hook your leg around his thigh, yearning to feel his delicious, clothed monster wedged between your dripping pussy.
Yoongi immediately curls his hand underneath your thigh, holding you wide open as he begins grinding his hips into yours. You shudder when the heft of his erection teases your sensitive folds, your hands ruining the iron press of his suit.
“Shit,” he breathes between your kisses. “You are absolutely sexy.”
Proud, you breathe back. “Not as sexy as you.”
Yoongi groans with you as you both relish in this position; his cock slowly rutting against your warm pussy, your kisses sloppier and wetter than ever. He becomes insatiable, and his mouth travels towards your pulse point, sucking your sweet spot plentifully as you crane your neck.
“Fuck, Y/N” Yoongi curses, the slight growl in his tone riveting. “Are you wet enough for me to fuck you?”
Shivering from the inside, your pussy flares at just the question, and you whine like a dumb whore. “So wet, Yoongi, so fucking wet.”
Yoongi suddenly smacks his heavy hand against your bare thigh, his voice deep as you squeak “Don’t call me by my name.” He admonishes, his eyes darker than black. “Call me Mr. Min.”
Scoffing with delight, you glow with amusement. “Boss likes hearing his title, huh?”
“More like knowing he’s doing something he shouldn’t.” He smirks, and you smile to yourself thinking you had him figured out all along; he truly did hide something intense behind his unreadable eyes.
“Mm, Mr. Min likes fucking his employees?” You tease, an all-too-innocent pout painting your lips.
“Like I said, you’re the only one I find interesting.” Yoongi becomes tired of your separated lips and dives in once again, kissing you feverishly, his hips unforgiving as he repeatedly plunges his clothed cock against your panty-clad core.
“Interesting enough to fuck?”
“Interesting enough to break some rules for.”
With that, he shuts you up with a powerful thrust into your soaked sex, and you shakily moan so loud it echoes within the small space. 
“Fuck, Mr. Min… please fuck me.” You beg, your clit throbbing incessantly. He was driving you insane with some mere dry-humping; you truly were a goner. 
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being stuffed full of my cock?” Your boss condescends. “So impatient, doll. We’re not even at my place yet.” 
“So you did mean the euphemism… earlier.” You moan in between, his hips rhymically driving into yours as his body presses into you. 
Yoongi cracks a smug side-grin, licking his lips. “There’s no way I’ll ever forget how wet you feel.” He dips down for another chaste, fiery kiss, his hands gripping your body roughly. His fingers clutching your thigh travel up to your underwear, hooking onto the soaked fabric. “I need to be inside you.” 
“Mr. Min… fuck,” you sigh, body buzzing with uncontrollable arousal. “It’s now or never, please.” 
He breathes a deep laugh. “You’re definitely my type.” 
Without a word, Yoongi quickly slides your panties down your ass and removes them, tucking them into his suit pocket. He returns for animalistic kisses as he helps you bunch up your skirt, his hands eventually curling around the back of your thighs. 
You don’t need further instruction and leap into his arms. Yoongi catches you flawlessly and drives you up against the elevator’s wall, the two of you deeply groaning as you make out shamelessly. His cold rings nestled against your skin feels enlivening again, causing you to lose all forms of control.
Your ass rests perfectly upon the metal handle running across the entire elevator, and your hands have never been quicker to dart towards a man’s belt. 
Fumbling with the metal clasp, Yoongi assists you, removing his belt and unzipping his trousers to reveal his taut boxers. He’s impatient to free himself, and your eyes widen at his absolutely stunning dick. Pretty and pink, the tip thick and wet with pre-cum. 
You practically salivate, and once Yoongi sees your expression, his voice becomes hoarse with pleasure, his lips merciless as he dives in for a kiss. “Condom?”
“Are you clean?” 
“I usually don’t sleep around. You?” 
“Tested a week ago, clean.” 
Beaming, your body operates on its own and kisses him blissfully, hands tugging his tufts of thick hair as he curls his veiny, ring-clad hand around his delicious shaft. He pumps himself, and the movements occasionally nudge your bare pussy lips, shivering to be fucked full of him. 
“Fuck,” you gasp. “Mr. Min, please fuck me. Fuck my tight pussy.” 
“Filthy fucking girl, to think you’ve been my type all along.” He growls as he aligns himself with your entrance, your eyes shifting towards where your bodies connect. 
Yoongi watches as he slowly pierces himself inside your warm, wet pussy, moaning out gloriously as he does so. Your body vibrates with incontestable arousal, heat bundling up inside your stomach. 
“Fuck… oh fuck,” he curses. 
“Mr. Min, oh my God.” 
You quiver pathetically–the sting of his cock invading you is glorious. Yoongi was thick, the kind of girthy that stretches you out like a spacer, and your mind was in delirium. You moan ferally as you dig your nails into his neck, legs clinging to him for dear life. 
When he bottoms out, your pussy practically squelches, dripping cum like honey from a hive. You both breathe unevenly, foreheads already sweating. With a chaste kiss, Yoongi pulls out of your sex, inch by inch, and inserts himself once again, ensuring he fucked deeper this time. 
You mewl, clutching him like a koala as your legs shake. “Mr. Min…” you whimper. 
“Jesus Christ, I never thought I’d hear you whimper my name like that.” He wets his lips, focusing on the way he pulls out of your pussy, only to draw back in. He tugs in and out, sliding effortlessly within your fluttering walls as your essence slicks him up to perfection. 
After one stroke, two, three, your boss indulges in completely fucking you up against his elevator wall. You’re surprised you haven’t reached his place yet, considering how much has just happened, but then again, everything felt so fast, too. So hot, fiery and intoxicating. 
You know the alcohol was causing you both to lack common sense right now, but to also intensify every second of his cock plunging in and out of you, your bodies on auto-pilot. 
Yoongi begins driving up into you from underneath, delivering delicious thrusts that leave your head spinning and your toes curling. You gasp as his thick length repeatedly fills up your empty canal, his throbbing meat the equivalent of being complete. 
His flesh is prominent with veins, and you can’t help but adore feeling him so bare. Your pussy walls smother him, in love with the way he fucks you into the seventh sky. 
“Oh god, Mr. Min… your cock.” 
“Mm, it feels good? Yeah?” You melt listening to his gravelly voice, body bouncing over his dick. 
“So fucking good, Mr. Min. Don’t stop.” 
“Wasn’t planning to, doll.” 
Yoongi grunts as he buries himself deep inside you, kissing your cervix as your eyes roll back. You lean against the wall, losing your mind as he crafts your very own paradise inside you. The action calls attention to your covered tits, however, and Yoongi becomes fascinated by their erotic jostling. 
His hungry eyes sweep all over you, and he’s consumed by lust. 
Yoongi moves without thought, tearing your dress down until your boobs spill out. You gasp, and just as you register his possible next move, Yoongi’s warm mouth envelopes your nipple, suckling on the pert nub as he continues fucking up into your sex. 
You wail, mind clouded by lust as your bundle of nerves throbs for friction, and his thick cock inside you unravels your insides with each drilling thrust. He grunts and groans, breathing hard as he delivers each delicious stroke, hips smacking into yours, his hard member gliding across your wet, velvet walls. 
“My God, Y/N, can’t believe you’ve always had a cunt like this.” He groans deeply, the tip of his tongue flicking your nipple as you cry out. “Tight, wet pussy. I could fuck you forever.” 
Cosmically proud, you purposefully tighten your walls around his dick, and he hisses. “Doll, don’t you dare tease me like that. I’ll punish you for it.” 
“But watching your self-control unravel… is the best part.” You speak between his powerful thrusts practically banging you into next week. 
Yoongi scoffs a laugh, his eyes conniving. “You’ll pay for that.” 
Instantly, Yoongi grips you so hard you’ll know you’ll adorn bruises, and begins harshly piercing your sex in his dick with tireless vigour. He’s hard and fast, fucking you so mercilessly you were bouncing. You scream out as he jackhammers you against the wall, the friction from his pelvis serving your swollen clit.
You see colours explode behind your eyes, head plunging into an abyss of sheer pleasure. Your body’s on white hot fire, sizzling gloriously as Yoongi pounds your cunt from underneath, your hard nipples rutting against his suit-clad chest as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, his breaths hot, and you hug him to you like your only lifeline. 
He fucks you so good you’re convinced you’re not on Earth anymore, your pussy broken and battered, but the constant stimulation to your g-spot spells your doom, coiling your gut tightly. 
“Mr. Min… Mr. Min!” 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N, fuck!” 
“Oh God, I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna cum!” 
“Yeah? You’re already gonna cum, doll? Did I fuck you that good?” 
“Yes, sir, yes.” You mewl, carding your fingers through his thick, black hair as you hang on by a thread, losing all composure. 
“Obeying me so easily,” Yoongi teases, his words breathy, his skin sweaty. “Only when my cock’s inside you, huh?” 
You whimper, pining for your release that pulses inside you. “Please, Mr. Min, fucking stuff me.” 
“Want me to breed you, doll?” Your boss speaks sweetly, pecking your pouty lips as he mercilessly fucks you. Tears collect in your eyes; he’s fucking you that good, so much so that you feel him in your lungs. “Want my cum inside your cunt? Want it dripping down your thighs?” 
You shiver, moans high-pitched as you nod pathetically. Your boss cracks a shit-eating grin, his laugh rich and deep. “As you wish, doll. Cum all over me, keep me inside you and never let me out.” 
Finally, his words help you reach your demise, releasing your powerful orgasm all over his throbbing cock. You hold hims captive inside you, squeezing his dick for dear life as Yoongi simultaneously lets his guard down, and spills his load inside you, softly stuffing his cum inside your heat. 
When his seed overflows and spills out of your sex, your boss is quick to swipe up the milky white liquid. He directs his fingers to your lips, and without instruction, you open up, enveloping him with your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his digits, tasting his cum with a delighted moan. 
Yoongi softly groans. “Fuck, you’re exactly my type.” 
Sheepish, you chuckle, and Yoongi joins, completely spent. You both breathe heavily, skin slicked with sweat, arms lazily tangled around one another. Your hooded eyes meet his as he lifts his head; you swallow to replenish your dry throat. 
“That was… insane.” You breathe, wisps of your hair loose. “My pussy… is done.” 
But Yoongi doesn’t seem to be on the same page as you, who wets his swollen, lightly lip-gloss stained lips with a playful grin. He appears as anything but tired, instead hungry for more.
“Not yet, doll. We still have my entire place to ruin.” 
The elevator subsequently dings, and the doors unveil your boss’ enormous penthouse, along with the numerous possible places he can fuck you. 
Gulping, you meet Yoongi’s darker-than-black eyes that gleam with sin, and your body buzzes with anticipation. You’ve never once been more thankful for alcohol; especially, hard liquor. 
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archivedkookie · a month ago
as we were, ch.6 — JJK [m]
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as we were | jeon jungkook x reader — series masterpost ! ˚₊✩
⟶ GENRE : divorce au, infidelity au, eventual smut, heavy angst, lots of pining
⟶ RATING : 18+
⟶ WC : 15.3k (oopsie….)
 ⟶ SUMMARY : It seems like your life won’t be getting any easier, but at least you have the night sky with you.
 ⟶ WARNINGS : talks of infertility, baby talking & trying for a baby, i’m not a doctor lol i tried, jk’s mother throwing very mean comments on oc’s weight, DRAMA (yes, this has to be in all caps), more heartbreak.
 ⟶ NOTE : put y’alls seatbelts on people, cus this is gonna be a ride with a huge ass turbulence! this one is a lot……and not in a good way; but there’s even more to come, so you guys better hold onto your seats! I feel evil for this one…..oops
and btw, this series will have about 15 chapters, maybe a bit more, or maybe less, but it won’t be going forever like a telenovela help & it will soon reach its end ♡ 
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                       #06: more than a traitor
You’re passing your hand through the wooden desk, feeling the rough surface in your hands as you stare down at all the things plastered on Jungkook’s desk, mostly the papers for his residency. You’re about to leave, but a pile of what appears to be photos catches your eye, and you being the curious human being that you are, just can’t resist the urge to take a slight peek or two.
You grab the pile and turn it around, your eyebrows furrowing as you stare at the first picture from the stack. You don’t take your eyes off it, inspecting every inch of it for a long while, taking in every detail of the photo before you, trying to make sense of the moment Jungkook took the picture and who the person he is with. It’s a beautiful brown-haired woman with a beauty that beggars description.
Your heart drops to your stomach when it all clicks in your brain; you see how he looks at the woman, which you know is the same way you look at him, with sparkling eyes and pure admiration inside them. You know now that it’s her; it’s his ex-girlfriend, his first love.
They are resting in a sun bed, the background being a sunny day on the beach, and Jungkook’s holding the camera while looking at the woman in his arms, passion flowing through his chocolate eyes, with the biggest smile you have ever seen. He’s smiled at you before, laughed at your stupid jokes, peppered you with kisses while grinning, but now you know what his real smile looks like, the one where his eyes disappear because of the fullness of his heart, just by looking at the woman by his side.
You flip through the picture, and a knife stabs your heart at each image you see in your hands, each photo showing a part of Jungkook you’ve never seen. You’ve been dating for about a year, and he has never looked at you with such admiration as he does with her, looking as if she’s the only girl he has ever seen. The way his happiness erupts from the photos, whether he’s going skating with her or watching her study, he always has a genuine, raw smile on his face.
You thought he was already over her, then why does he still have these photos? And they don’t look trashed, it looks preserved and well taken care of as if they were photos taken just recently. And you found the pictures on his desk, giving you the impression that he was recently looking through them, making your heart clench itself just by the thought.
The door suddenly opens, revealing Jungkook in his light blue scrubs, with deep eye bags under his eyes and chapped lips. You immediately hide the pile by putting your hand behind your back, hoping Jungkook is too tired to realise your hands are hiding his photos.
He’s surprised to see you at first but smiles lazily and goes over where you are to kiss your lips, but you stop him by placing a hand on his blue-covered chest. He scrunches his eyebrows, slight panic starting to show in his brown eyes. “Baby, is everything okay?”
You sigh deeply, the guilt consuming your insides. You can’t help but bring your hand to your chest, making Jungkook’s eyes widen when he sees the familiar pile of photos in your hand.
“W-where did you get this?”
You gulp, “I was looking at your desk and saw these….This is her, isn’t it?”
Jungkook looks at the ground, ashamed, while slowly nodding at your question.
“She’s beautiful.” You say while staring at the first picture, avoiding lifting your head to see his face. Jungkook lifts his head, looking at you as if almost shocked by your words. He was sure you would lash out, throw a scene at him for still keeping photos of him and his ex, but you don’t. Instead, you show your admiration for her beauty, which makes Jungkook confused, yet relieved.
“I can see why you’re still not over her.” You chuckle through your nostrils, and Jungkook’s heart races, starting to panic.
“I am—”
“I know you’re still not over her, Jungkook; it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.” You chuckle, and Jungkook bites his chapped lips.
“I l-lo—” He sighs; he hates himself for being unable to say those three words. He desperately wants to, so he can reassure you and himself, to make you happy—but he physically can’t, and Jungkook hates himself for thinking about her when he does it; the last time he loved someone, they left him, and he’s terrified you might do it too.
“Please, don’t leave me.” He whispers, looking at the floor, his eyes threatening to glisten with water.
You shake your head and touch his chin, making his eyes look deeply into yours, a glimpse of hurt in his eyes from the thought of you leaving him. “I’m not leaving you, Jungkook. I always keep my word; I love you. It's up to you to believe me.” You peck his lips, and a small tear comes down his face, feeling the agony of not being able to say something he desperately wants to.
“How about we cuddle for a while, hm?” You kiss his cheek, and he nods. You take him by the hand and pull him to his bed, and when you’re both lying down, his arms wrap around your back as he releases a satisfied sigh.
He may miss Eunbi sometimes, but he knows your embrace will be the one he craves in the end; you’ll always be there for him, and he’s beyond grateful to you for that. It will always be you in the future, and that much he’s sure of.
That’s what he tells himself anyway, hoping that one day he’ll believe his own made-up fantasy and fully reciprocate your burning love for him.
“Hey, Jungkook…” You call for him, and he hums, nuzzling his head on the crook of your neck, making you giggle at the slight tickle from his hair on your skin.
“What do you think of us going skating this weekend?” You ask, biting your lip the minute the question leaves your lips, fiddling with your nails, worried that he might decline. While you were going through the photos, you saw a picture of him and that woman skating on ice, and that made you have an idea of proposing to do the same thing, but this time with you.
“Love that idea, baby.” He pecks your neck, making you giggle, squirming your neck; it was always sensitive to any touch, and Jungkook loves that about you; it’s adorable.
“Ahh, stop! You know how sensitive my neck is!” You giggle, and Jungkook mirrors your action, smiling mischievously as he presses butterfly kisses all over the skin of your neck. You push his head away, but he only giggles, diving into your neck and licking it, a loud gasp coming out of you.
“Jungkook, ew!” You yelp, jumping away from him, and he laughs into his pillow while you roll your eyes, your hand wiping his saliva from your neck.
“Oh, come on, baby. You know you love me.” He giggles before grabbing your cheek and pulling you towards him, kissing your lips.
“That, I do.” You whisper, attacking his lips with yours.
You really do love him, and you’re afraid that might never change.
˚➶ 。˚
Six months ago;
You’re tapping your feet on the ground while sitting on the toilet, biting your lip, and waiting to read the result from the test in your hands. When you realised your period was late, you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement. It would always start on the 23rd of the month, not a day late, not a day early. When you saw it was a few days late, it’s needless to say a huge smile rested on your lips—there was finally hope.
Of course, you told Jungkook, and your heart fluttered when he beamed like an idiot at your news, a glint of hope in his eyes, and he kissed you like there was no tomorrow. He whispered with a grin into your ear, saying how you two were having a baby and how he loved you so much, tears running down both your cheeks.
Your alarm finally goes off, and you turn it off before grabbing the test from the counter. You close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose, and you open your eyes, hoping to see the two red stripes.
But you don’t; you only see one stripe, the same ones from several times before this one.
You let out a loud sigh; why can’t it come with the two stripes for once? You don’t even want to see the devastated look in his eyes when you tell him the news—for the first time, your hopes were the highest than they ever were, and now it’s all crushed by a single red stripe.
You put your shorts on, get out of the room, and Jungkook comes running to you with eyes full of hope, which makes your heart clench, knowing that you’ll be the one to make the sparkle of hope in his eyes fade away.
“So? Is it positive?” He asks with a brightened face, but it soon falters when a sad sigh comes from your lips.
“It’s negative, isn’t it?” He asks, and you nod your head, not daring to look up at his face and see the disappointment in his eyes.
Your eyes start to sting, and you feel two hands on your cheeks, lifting your face up so you can look into his eyes. “It’ll be okay, baby—we’ll just keep trying, yeah?”
You frown, “Kook, we’ve been trying for so long….We’re both doctors; you know what this might m-mean…..” You nervously gulp, avoiding looking at him, “Jungkook, w-what if—what if….What if I’m i-infertile?” You bite your lip, struggling to breathe, when you finally say it.
The thought has been roaming over in the back of your head for a few weeks, but you didn’t dare to say it out loud; you wanted to believe that you both just got the timing wrong, but it’s been too long and no results to ignore the facts.
Jungkook stays silent for a few seconds, trying to process what you just said. Infertility. The thought has also passed through Jungkook’s mind, but he chose to remain ignorant to it because he knows how much it will pain you will endure if it’s true—and seeing you in pain hurts him beyond words; seeing the love of your life in agony, crying in your arms, is something Jungkook never wants to see.
Jungkook sighs and turns your head with his finger to peck your frowning lips. “It’ll be alright, okay, baby? I’ll even take an infertility test with you, so it can ease you; what do you think, hm?”
You nod your head, and Jungkook pushes you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “We’ll get through this, okay, baby? I’ll love you no matter what.”
You hug him back, sighing onto his white shirt, and you believe his words.
You’ll be okay because you’ll love each other no matter what.
No matter what.
˚➶ 。˚
A few weeks pass, and you’re now at the doctor's, sitting on a chair, waiting for your name to be called. You’re nervous, picking the skin of your fingers with your nails, a bad habit you have when you’re anxious. Today is when you get your answers; in just a few minutes, you will see if you are or are not capable of having kids, and the wait is making you burn inside.
You’re finally called by a nurse to enter the doctor’s office, and you smile when you see Dr Yu. You both hug and greet each other before sitting down, and your anxiousness completely washes all of the other emotions away and takes over you as you watch Dr Yu’s slow movements when getting the papers from his shelf.
You are a patient person; you never had a problem with waiting—after all, you did wait almost a year and a half for Jungkook to say he loves you too—but today is something you have never felt before, complete impatience and anxiousness; a foreign and unpleasant feeling residing inside of your stomach.
“Is your husband not coming today?” He asks, and you shake your head.
“No, he’s performing a complicated surgery today, so he told me to come without him and to tell him the results later.” You bite your lip; you had asked him if he wanted to reschedule, but he immediately told you no and that you needed to know as soon as possible—but he asked you to tell him everything when he called you after getting out of surgery.
Dr Yu looks at you with the eyes you know all too well—pity. You squeeze your eyes shut, struggling to breathe normally. “I’m infertile, aren’t I?” You let out a deep breath, waiting for Dr Yu’s confirmation.
“You’re not infertile, Dr Jeon.”
You open your eyes, your ears not believing what your doctor just said. You let out a breath of relief, your stomach untying the knot on itself—you can finally breathe properly again, a sense of easiness filling your stomach. “Oh God, I was scared for a second there.” You chuckle, but Dr Yu’s pitiful gaze doesn’t go away.
You furrow your eyebrows, “Wait, something’s wrong; I can see it in your face.” Your nervousness comes back again, and it heightens when Dr Yu lets out a sad sigh.
“Mrs Jeon, I’m afraid the problem is your husband—he’s infertile.”
You blink and stare at your doctor, ingesting and getting your brain to comprehend his words. “He-he’s what?”
“I’m very sorry, Mrs Jeon; I understand how shocking this may be for you—“
“Oh my god.” Your fingers cover your mouth, and your face is blank while staring at the blue pen that resides on the brown desk. You can’t think straight; the thought of Jungkook being infertile has never crossed your mind; you just thought it was your problem alone…..
“Jungkook’s sperm cells have shown to have abnormalities—more than 90% of his sperm is abnormal, and we couldn’t find any reason for that—we call it idiopathic infertility.”
“B-but his the amount of h-his, um, e-ejaculation was always normal—”
“It’s rare, but not unheard of when the amount of sperm looks normal, and Jungkook just happens to fit in those rare cases.”
“S-so there is no chance, like at all, that we can have a b-baby?” You bite your lip, and Dr Yu sighs, your eyes starting to sting.
“There is a chance, but it’s so slim, we consider him infertile. The chances of having a successful pregnancy are about 0.05 per cent, maybe even less, but definitely not more.”
You whimper—you don’t know what will happen to Jungkook when he finds out; he’ll be beyond devastated, his ego will drop down—you know how much he prides himself on his size, never missing a chance to gloat about it.
You make a choice—it will be best for him if he doesn’t know. Maybe it’s wrong, but you want to spare the unbearable hurt it will cause him, and you can’t see your husband going through that. You know he’ll blame himself for everything, you know he will become completely devastated and broken, and you know there is a high risk of the news leading him to the dark path of depression—and if not telling him will prevent him from going through pain, then so be it.
You won’t tell him.
˚➶ 。˚
Jungkook sighs as he leaves the operating room; his eyes are red, and his legs are clumsily stepping on the floor. The surgery lasted five hours, and he quite literally can’t feel his feet anymore as well as his now trembling hands. He plops down on a chair and groans, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes, not feeling someone sitting beside him.
“Tough surgery?” A voice asks, and he shifts his eyes to look at Eunbi sitting beside him. He nods tiredly, releasing a deep and exhausted sigh from his lips.
Eunbi, his past and first love. She had been working in the hospital for about two months, and Jungkook tried his best to avoid her from the first time he saw her, primarily because of his slight guilt. When their eyes first met, his heart unintentionally fluttered, and he had never felt so ashamed at himself for letting him feel something he’s supposed to feel towards you and only you.
After that first encounter, Jungkook decided to avoid her at all costs and never told you that his ex-girlfriend was working with him because he knew how insecure you would feel. After so many years, he doesn’t want his relationship with you to start cracking because of something that would never happen.
He’s yours, and you’re his—he made a vow always to put you first, never to betray you, and he sure as hell will keep that promise. He loves you, and nothing, not even his body, will get in the way; he won't let it.
“Yeah….Five hours.” He chuckles, followed by a tired sigh.
Eunbi purses her lips, an uncomfortable silence engulfing them. “Jungkook, you’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?” Eunbi asks, and Jungkook’s body stiffens at her question. He gulps the saliva forming under his tongue, shifting his body uncomfortably while staring at his feet.
“I understand why, but can we just put everything past us? Please?” Eunbi tilts her head, trying to make Jungkook look at him, and he deeply sighs as a response.
Jungkook chuckles with his nose, “I have put everything past me, Eunbi; I’ve just been….busy with, uh, surgeries and all.”
“It’s okay, Jungkook.” She bites her lip, and Jungkook kisses his teeth in annoyance—does she really think he’s still not over her?
“You know, I’m married now.” He smiles, and Eunbi’s eyebrows raise while her mouth slightly opens.
“Oh, really?” He hums at her question, not wanting to lift his head to see her reaction because he doesn’t want to see if she’s shocked and if there’s at least one ounce of regret in her eyes over her choices in their past relationship—because if he does, he’s afraid his body might betray him and feel things he shouldn’t; things he doesn’t want to feel for anyone other than you.
“Yep.” He smiles again, but somehow, Eunbi feels as if it’s forced…..Could it be?
“Are you happy?” She touches his shoulder, and Jungkook scoffs, grabbing her hand and putting it away roughly, eyes glaring at her face.
“Of course I’m happy! What the hell are you talking about?” He seethes, and Eunbi jumps back, surprised by his sudden harsh tone, especially when she hasn’t asked anything much. Why is he so overly offended by one simple question? She asks herself, and then something runs into her mind. Maybe….
“I’m just asking, Jungkook….” He groans and rubs his forehead’s temple.
“Why are you back, Eunbi?”
“I wanted to come back home but didn’t know it would be your hospital….”
He chuckles, shaking his head at her words. “Whatever, just….Please, leave me alone.” Jungkook gets up from the chair and walks away, not daring to turn around and see Eunbi’s face—seeing her again was already too much, even a tad painful to look into her eyes after years. But what pains him more is that his brain blurred the memories, and he saw the Eunbi from almost a decade ago, the feelings he thought were gone slowly creeping in, and God, does he hate himself for it.
He reaches his office and grabs his phone—he needs to talk to you, he needs to hear your voice; he needs to reassure himself that you exist and that he still loves you—that you’re his wife, not Eunbi. It will always be you and no one else.
“Hi, baby.” He whispers, and you greet him back, making Jungkook sigh in relief the minute he hears your sweet voice, but a pang of small guilt fills the deep parts of his being when he starts talking to you. He feels as if he betrayed you in a way, even if he pushed Eunbi away, his brain scolding his own body for reacting in such a way to Eunbi’s touch.
But he won’t let it faze him—he’s only feeling the effect of his surprise seeing her after a long time. He doesn’t love her; he only loves you, and that won’t change—he won’t let it.
“Oh, baby, how was….” He gulps the lump forming inside his trachea, “How was the appointment?”
“O-oh, i-it was good.” You stutter, making Jungkook scrunch his eyebrows at your weird behaviour. “U-um, we’ll talk later, okay?”
You don’t give him a chance to reply by quickly hanging the phone up, and Jungkook looks at his phone with his eyebrows scrunching even more. You’re not one to stutter for anything; you only do it when you’re either nervous or flustered, which means something is terribly wrong.
Jungkook panics, dials Dr Yu’s number and picks his nails with his mouth as he waits for Dr Yu to pick up.
“Hi Dr Yu, it’s Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook.”
“Ah, hello, Mr Jeon; to what do I owe the pleasure?” Dr Yu asks, and Jungkook sighs.
“My wife had an appointment today there. Is there anything….wrong with her?” Jungkook gulps when he hears Dr Yu sigh loudly from across his phone.
“I’m very sorry, Dr Jeon….I have told your wife all the procedures you both might want to try that might up the chances of you both having a successful pregnancy, but the chances are still slim….”
Jungkook can’t feel his body, only his heart dropping to his stomach and the colour vanishing from his skin. So it’s true—you’re infertile, you’re both unable to have babies. But that’s not the worst part; it’s what he imagines what you must feel right now, the hurt you’re feeling, and he knows you’re blaming yourself.
“So, ____’s really i-infertile?” A small tear falls from his eyes and through his cheek; he can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now.
“Oh, no, ___’s not infertile; she is perfectly fine and healthy.”
Jungkook scrunches his eyebrows, “What? Then what’s the problem?” He scoffs slightly, and Dr Yu sighs loudly.
Jungkook thinks about it for a minute; if there’s nothing wrong with you, then why does Dr Yu sound so apologetic, as if he holds terrible news? And then it’s like Jungkook’s whole world crashes down on itself, everything around him crumbling when he remembers he did the test with you.
“Mr Jeon, I’m afraid you’re infertile….”
Jungkook doesn’t hear what the doctor says, and his phone falls to the ground, his whole body frozen in place.
He’s infertile.
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You hear your erratic heartbeat in your ears and your breath getting stuck in your trachea. You struggle to gulp while your heart drops to your stomach in shock, "I know you're pregnant, but Eunbi, I'm not ready, okay?" His words repeat in your head, over and over, like a broken record.
How can this be possible? You remember Dr Yu’s words vividly; he’s infertile, and his sperm has abnormalities…..The chances of him successfully getting someone pregnant is about 0.05%, maybe even less—so either they are having a miracle baby or…..
Your jaw is on the floor; you can’t think normally; the only thing inside your mind is all the possibilities to answer what the hell is happening.
You can’t help but chuckle silently; if anyone could see you right now, they’d think you are a lunatic; and maybe you are one. You can’t believe what is happening; you think everything is just a fragment of your imagination going wild, creating hallucinations from the unbearable hurt you’re experiencing. You want it to be just your brain going wild, but everything is real and just too crazy to be true—or maybe it’s just your brain that can’t grasp the reality around you, so much so that you’re chuckling at your world crashing down.
You take a peek at Jungkook, going against your sense of rationality, and you bite your lips when you see his face again. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, and you can hear a little voice from the phone in his ear.
Jungkook almost catches a glimpse of you, but you hide your face from his eyes in time. You head to the bathroom, hurrying with your steps and trying to go as quietly as possible, even with your heels tapping on the marble floor.
You sigh shakily, rubbing your hands through your face in exhaustion. You walk to the sink, your eyes moving up so you can look at yourself in the mirror.
For the first time, you see yourself in the mirror for more than just mere seconds. For this whole month, you have avoided looking at the mirror because you don’t want to look at how much of a disappointment you are to yourself, and that is exactly what is happening right now.
You stare at your face—mascara running down your cheeks, your makeup almost completely gone, and you feel almost disgusted. How did you end up here? How did you end up such a mess?
You vowed yourself never to be affected by a man, to never let yourself get so controlled by another human—how could you break your own promises? You know your younger self looks at you with disappointment, and you hate that; you hate how much you let yourself down.
No one can blame you more than you do yourself—not only has Jungkook shattered your heart, but you didn’t do anything to stop him; you just stupidly loved him, blinding yourself from the possibilities of him cheating to protect your own heart, which got hurt anyway.
You look into the mirror and only see a weak woman, a woman you promised yourself not to be, and you don’t see your old self anymore; you don’t see the strong and independent woman you once were—the only thing left is a ghost of the old you on your now soulless body.
You thought love would make you stronger, and it did for a while—but in the end, it only weakened and broke you to the point where you don’t even recognise yourself anymore.
Why must love be so contradicting? It can make you stronger, it can make you happy—but it can make you suffer, it can make you experience the worst pain of your life, one that is not physical. Why can’t love come with just the good things? Why do we put ourselves in such a vulnerable position for another human, who will almost always deceive us?
You shouldn’t have met Jungkook, and he shouldn’t have accepted your love. If he had rejected you when you asked him to be your boyfriend, you wouldn’t be here, and maybe, just maybe, you would have found someone who you’re the first choice for.
You should have known you would always be second to Eunbi the second he talked about her to you; you should have known that before chasing Jungkook and falling in love with him, you should have dropped him the minute you saw those pictures on his desk all those years ago. You should have listened to everyone who said Jungkook wasn’t someone you should fall in love with—your stupid heart shouldn’t have taken over all those years ago, and oh, you regret letting it win over your brain.
You don’t cry; you can’t anymore; all your tears have been wasted on Jungkook, and not only is your body tired, but you’re emotionally drained—numb.
It hurts, but this is what you need to realise nothing will ever be the same; he will never come back to you. Whether the baby is his or not, which most likely isn't, you finally accept that he chose her over you, and you have finally grasped that the love you once had will never be there again.
But still, it hurts like a bitch to know that for all these years, you were nothing but the second choice.
You grab a paper towel and put it under the sink to wet it, your red nose sniffing slightly. You begin to wipe your stained cheeks and then your eyelids, the makeup eventually coming off.
You look at yourself in the mirror, your broken self reflecting back at you, and you feel pity—pity for yourself. You stare at your deep, dark eye bags and your bloodshot eyes that are screaming for help from crying so much. Every part of your body feels exhausted from your emotional deprivation, turning numb to the constant pain you inflict on yourself.
You grab the makeup from your bag, which was already there from a party you went to many months ago, and you start applying foundation to your face, covering your real, broken self so you can look like the woman you were before everything went downhill.
After everything is done, you look at your reflection—no one can tell you were sobbing like a baby and looking like a zombie not even five minutes ago. You inhale the oxygen around you slowly, feeling your chest rise and your diaphragm contract; you focus on your breathing to calm yourself before returning, preparing yourself for the high possibility of seeing him again.
You’re a bit proud of yourself at this moment for not lashing out and bringing yourself to your knees from hearing they were having a baby—but it still hurts; you can still feel the pain, even if you’re not physically reacting to it—to the point where you’re numb, and your once bright eyes are now dead.
You grab your purse and get out of the bathroom, following the footsteps from before, and for the first time, you find the right path without getting lost. You see Yoongi sitting and talking to someone on his phone, so you decide to sit beside him silently so you don’t disturb him.
“Your appa will be there soon, okay? I love you, Sungo—and don’t forget to obey Hayun.”
Yoongi hangs up, and you giggle slightly. “Was that your son?”
Yoongi hums, “Yeah, Hayun called me stressed ‘cause he’s missing me.” He chuckles, and you smile, remembering the last time you saw his adorable son.
“He’s a daddy’s boy, huh?” You ask, and he nods while smiling. “Ah, I miss Sungho, last time I saw him was so long ago, and he kept calling me—”
“—Pretty auntie.” Yoongi finishes your sentence, and you both laugh. “He sometimes asks me, ‘appa, where is pretty auntie?’ and I honestly have no idea what to answer. I’ve never seen him like anyone else other than Hayun or me since you know how shy he is.”
“He’s the cutest little boy I’ve ever seen—it was actually one of the things that motivated me and Jungkook to….” You stop in the middle of your sentence, sighing sadly, and Yoongi looks at you with slight pity.
A silence forms between the both of you, the corridor so quiet a pin could be heard if it dropped, and you stare at your hands, observing the details of your long nails, thinking if you should say anything.
Yoongi stares at you, taking in every beautiful feature of your face as you fixate on your hands, zoning out, not even grasping the pair of eyes that gaze at you from afar. He’s awestruck by just how the chandelier lights put a bright shine on your soft face, contrasting every detail, every mesmerising detail of your undeniable beauty, which he feels so lucky he sees it for himself so closely.
“Did you know that Jungkook’s infertile?” You suddenly say, catching Yoongi off-guard, surprising him, and taking him off his admiration of you.
“What?!” Yoongi widens his eyes, and you chuckle while humming.
“Yeah, the chance of him having a child is less than 0.05 per cent, and, well….” You snort, dropping your head to laugh into your palms. “Eunbi’s pregnant.” You laugh again, your face getting red from your fit of giggles, and Yoongi gasps, shocked not only by the news but by your strange reaction. The last time you laughed like this, you fainted in his arms, and he sure as hell won’t let that happen again.
“Hey, sweetheart,” He grabs your shoulders, making you look at him, wiping the tears from your eyes due to laughing so much, “Are you okay?” He asks, and you nod, chuckling, disturbing Yoongi even more.
“I’m fine, I promise—it’s better to laugh than cry about it, no?” You giggle, and Yoongi sighs. “It’s Jungkook’s problem now, not mine.” You giggle, and Yoongi bites his lip, preventing himself from saying anything that might lead to your sorrows again.
“Yoongi, I-I’ve already cried enough, and doing it again over this right now won’t help me. I’ll just sulk on this later—I wanna enjoy right now without thinking of him, at least for an hour.” He nods silently, and you sigh through your nose.
“As you wish, sweetheart.” He rubs your shoulders, feeling his veiny, warm hand in contact with your bare skin, and sudden shivers go down your spine for a reason still unknown to you.
“Anyway, I’m kind of hungry, so do you wanna go eat?” You ask with hopeful eyes, and he nods while slightly chuckling at your adorableness.
You both head to the venue, your hands wrapping on Yoongi’s arms, securing yourself on him, so you don’t get lost in the corridors once again and preventing any chance of seeing Jungkook alone or his insufferable mother.
You and Yoongi reach the table covered with a white cloth and grab the brownies on top of the food pyramid, with Yoongi internally smiling at your eyes sparkling just by admiring all the food. You grab a bite, and so does Yoongi, both looking at each other and nodding, both having a mutual liking for the brownie, which tastes too good.
“Oh my God, what did they put in this?” Your eyebrows furrow, an unconscious habit you have when eating good food. Yoongi laughs at your cute expression while chewing his brownie, putting his hand over his mouth to stop the bits of food from escaping his mouth.
“Fuck, is it bad if I get more?” You ask, squeezing the plastic wrap on your hand to throw it away, and Yoongi shakes his head, gulping his brownie.
“Of course not; go for it, sweetheart.” He encourages, and you nod.
“Alright, I’ll be right back.” You head to the table but come back to where he stands. “Would you like another one, too?”
He shakes his head, and you nod, going back to your tracks for the mission of getting another brownie.
When you’re about to grab two more brownies, an annoying voice you know oh-so-well stops you. “Godness, you should stop eating like such a pig; you’re already too overweight.”
‘Fucking hell’, you internally groan, you were hoping you wouldn’t meet with Junngkook’s insufferable mother again, but fate always has a way to sneak up on you. “Jesus, what did Jungkook see in you?” She hisses, and you bite your cheek; for the first time, her words crawl under your skin, punching your gut and reaching your cracked heart—because, for the first time, you believe her words.
“Mrs Jeon, hello.” You turn around and flash your usual fake smile, trying to dismiss your stinging eyes. If anyone can’t see you weak, is Jungkook’s mother—God knows how much she will scold you, belittling you to your breaking point, which won’t be hard to reach. You feel grateful to Jungkook for not telling her yet; yes, it’s surely weird that he didn’t, but he saved you from even more humiliation from his ruthless mother. You know how despicable she will be with her insults, not failing to remind you about your every flaw. Your body shivers from the mere thought of her finding out about your ongoing divorce.
Mrs Jeon never has always despised you, that much you’re aware, but she always threw angry remarks at Jungkook’s other love interests too, she said she hated them, but you’re the one she disliked most. Why? You have no idea; you were always kind to her, even buying her presents when she only growled at you in return or always had something bad to say about them.
“Oh, hello, ____.” Your breath hitches and your eyes widen while your gaze stays fixated on the floor. You recognise that cold, stern voice; you haven’t heard it much throughout your years together with Jungkook, but it never fails to make goosebumps trail across your skin.
“Uh, h-hi, Mr Jeon.” You finally lift your head and gulp nervously while awkwardly waving your hand, squirming uncomfortably under Mr Jeon’s intense glare.
Mr Jeon, Jungkook’s father, the scariest man you have ever seen. Jungkook’s mother irritated you, but his father made you tremble in your seat with Just one glance from him in your direction. Not only is he one of the most influential people in South Korea, you could even say the world, but he had that cold demeanour that made anyone, even the bravest ones, whimper in fear.
He didn’t particularly dislike you but didn’t show any sign that he liked you either. Mr Jeon’s emotions are an enigma that you will never be able to fully understand, but you don’t have any intention to—you want to stay as far from him as possible.
You’ve only interacted with Mr Jeon a few times. When you did, he never addressed you adequately—he only said your name or nodded at you while shaking your hand in a cold manner, shivers never failing to trail down your spine whenever you were forced to acquaint with him. Jungkook always said he was a reserved man but there was no need to fear him; he was only ‘anti-social’, as Jungkook would call it. Still, your instinct always told you otherwise—you have seen deeply anti-social people before, but none of them was as well-composed and fear-inflicting as Mr Jeon is. Jungkook’s father has something of a dark aura surrounding him, something that made you uneasy when you were around him, uncomfortable even.
Mr Jeon doesn’t even interact properly with his wife, and you always saw how she was hesitant beside him, as if afraid of him; even Jungkook was always stiff when his father was around—an anti-social man wouldn’t invoke such fear in their own family.
“How’s your work? Jungkook told me you’re a dermatologist now.”
You blink, once, twice, trying to process the fact that Mr Jeon just started a conversation with you, and you feel crept out; Mr Jeon doesn’t start conversations, especially small talk. Your insides twist under his stare, “U-Um, yeah, b-but I’m just starting out, haha.” You slap your forehead inside your brain, cursing yourself for appearing so awkward in front of Mr Jeon.
Through the corner of your eyes, you see Mrs Jeon rolling her eyes, not even bothering or trying to hide it from you; she likes to show how much she hates you, to remind you that you’ll never be good enough for her son in her eyes.
But, she’s right—you’re not good enough for him; your love was not enough for him.
You clear your throat and look at everything around you but Mr Jeon, avoiding his intense stare at you. “Oh, Jungkook!” Mrs Jeon calls for her son, and your eyes pop out, choking in your own saliva when he stops in his tracks, and your eyes meet.
A tear threatens to fall into your cheeks when you gaze into his chocolate eyes, your heart mistaking them for the ones you fell in love with, the once innocent pupils that promised you the world and where you saw everything that you loved.
He looks at you, and you see a pang of guilt flowing through his chocolate iris, his mouth opening while you both stare at each other. The whole world seems to stop, only you and him being the only human beings present as you both look deeply into each other’s eyes; there is silence between you, but a thousand words are said through your gazes—words of sorrow, regret, and guilt communicating through your stares.
“Hi, eomoni and abeoji.” Jungkook walked towards you three, greeting his mother and father with a smile that you can clearly see is fake.
“Jungkook, when are we getting grandchildren? As much as I hate your marriage, we need an heir since you declined to receive your father’s place as CEO.” Mrs Jeon rolls her eyes, and you choke on your saliva, and so does Jungkook.
“Why are you still annoying me about that, eomoni? It’s been years.” Jungkook groans, and you bite your lip, hoping that something or even someone gets you out of this horrible and awkward situation.
Meanwhile, Yoongi texts Hayun with updates on his son and gets surprised when he hears Mirae talking to him. “Hey, Yoongi.”
“Hey, Mirae! Congrats on the wedding, by the way! It was beautiful” He smiles, and she giggles.
“Thank you. How’s Taehyung, by the way?” She awkwardly asks, biting her lip, making Yoongi chuckle silently.
“He’s fine; why do you ask?”
“I felt kinda bad for not inviting him, but well….You know why.” She sighs.
“I’m sure he’s fine; I mean, it’s been years.”
Mirae scratches the back of her neck, “I know, but still, things ended really badly between us. I just didn’t want Dongsun to see him, or else he’d go all crazy….”
“I understand, and I’m sure he does too.” Yoongi smiles at Mirae and her cheeks burn red at his gummy grin; Yoongi has always been so attractive to her.
“Yeah, hopeful—”
“Yoongi, we have to go!” You jump in, your breathing erratic as you look at him with eyes on the verge of forming tears.
“Sweetheart, what is it?!”
“It’s Heejin!”
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Heejin is stretching her arms and taking notes on her book for her board exam, which will be this year. Last year she didn’t pass, which devastated her, but this year she will—she’s determined and won’t let anything bring her down or get in the way of achieving her dream.
She looks at her pager and quickly gets up when she sees Taehyung paging for her. She leaves the room and runs through the hospital corridors looking for a fluffy-haired man. When she finally finds him, she bites her lip, trying to calm her shaking breath before entering the hospital room.
“Dr Kim? You paged me?” Heejin opens the door after knocking three times, and she widens her eyes when she sees someone she didn’t expect to see again.
“Holy shit, Hana?!” Heejin gasps, and Hana giggles when she sees her younger sister. Heejin runs to Hana and embraces her in a tight hug, showing how much she misses her dear sister after all these years.
Hana, Heejin’s older sister, left the country more or less five years ago to go to America and do her specialisation there, and now she’s back out of nowhere, which catches Heejin by complete surprise.
Hana hugs her back, and Heejin breaks the hug, her teeth gritting and her eyes sending daggers into Hana’s soul. “Why didn’t you tell me you were back?! Why didn’t you call me all these years?!” Heejin spat, making both Taehyung and Hana flinch at her harsh tone.
“I’m sorry, I was so busy—“
“Too busy to call your little sister at least once?!” Heejin shouts, “You didn’t even come to my wedding, Hana!”
“Wedding?” Hana’s jaw drops, Heejin groans loudly, and Taehyung watches everything awkwardly.
“Jeez, you didn’t even know I was married?!” Hana shakes her head in slight shame, and Heejin sighs in disappointment.
“I’m sorry, Heejin, I really am—but I came back to Korea to fix things with our family and, well, you. I felt so guilty for ignoring you all these years, but I promise I’ll make up to you.” Heejin looks at her sister with a bored face, not convinced of Hana’s words.
Taehyung clears his throat loudly, making the attention of the two girls go to him, and Heejin blushes in embarrassment.
“Mrs Park, I was going to ask you to show Ms Choi here the hospital—“
“I’ll do it,” Heejin says, cutting Taehyung off.
Taehyung blinks, “Alright then.” He says, grabbing some of the paper from the desk behind him. “Please get me Mrs Yu’s labs once you’re done showing Ms Choi the hospital.” Heejin nods at her boss, and Taehyung stops at the door, staring intensely at Heejin. “And, Mrs Park, don’t you dare cut me off again,” Taehyung says in a harsh tone, glaring at her, before closing the door and leaving the two sisters alone.
Heejin shivers at Taehyung’s words, and Hana chuckles. “He’s hot.” Heejin turns her head and rolls her eyes at her sister, making Hana laugh.
“Oh, come on, Heejin, don’t be like this. Please, forgive me. I promise I’ll make all these years up to you.”
Heejin clicks her tongue and lets out a frustrated sigh. “Ugh, fine. Whatever.”
“We can start by you introducing your husband—“
The door opens harshly, and Jimin widens his eyes when he sees there are people inside the room but flashes his sweet smile when he sees his beautiful wife. “Hi, baby.” Jimin steps closer to Heejin, ready to give her a quick kiss on the lips, but Heejin covers his mouth with her hand, making him furrow his eyebrows.
Heejin clears her throat and grabs Jimin’s jaw, shifting his head to where Hana stands. “Jimin, this is my sister, Hana. Hana, this is my husband, Jimin.” Heejin smiles and presses a quick but sweet peck on his chubby cheek—yes, she is still slightly mad at him; after all, he’s still friends with that cheater, but Heejin wants to show how handsome her husband is.
Heejin loves Hana, which is very true, but they always had this silent ‘rivalry’ between them, or maybe it was just Heejin. Heejin was always considered second in comparison to Hana; her mother had always compared Heejin to Hana, asking why couldn’t she be prettier than her older sister or better academically—Hana was always the better and favourite sister in their mother’s eyes, and she never let Heejin forget that. Even when Hana brought a boyfriend home, their mother always asked why Heejin couldn’t get a pretty boyfriend like her sister.
All those years of comparison made Heejin resent her sister, always silently trying to outdo her in the hopes of making her mother praise her for once, but it never came out of her lips—only once. It happened during her wedding, and Heejin was so shocked she almost let her bouquet drop, even if the ‘compliment’ was more of a back-handed one than real, genuine praise.
“I’m surprised you found such a handsome man to marry you, Heejin. At least you did one thing right.”
But that was only once, about two years ago. After her weird behaviour, Heejin’s mother returned to her usual self, continuously discrediting anything Heejin came to her with, whether it was her first big surgery or passing her intern exam, and comparing her to Hana; even if the older sister was across the country, Hana was always first.
Although she always felt disappointed whenever she came home, Jimin was always there for her, appreciating every inch of her hard work and filling her ears with words of affirmation when she didn’t ask for any. He even once went as far as going against her mother during a family dinner right after their marriage, making Heejin fall harder than she ever had for him.
“Wow, you really married a handsome one, huh?”
Heejin smiles, giggling in contentment, pecking Jimin’s cheeks again—proud of herself for at least winning at something over her sister. “I know, right?” Heejin knows it’s petty, but she doesn’t care; she has the right to gloat over this one thing, even if it’s her husband.
“Oh, Jimin, could you show my sister around the hospital? I gotta check on one of Dr Kim’s patients.” Heejin sighs as she looks at her pager, and Jimin nods while pecking his wife’s forehead.
“I’ll see you later, Hana. What do you think we catch up later today?” Heejin asks, and Hana nods at her sister’s proposal.
“I’d love that—I’ll see you later, Heejin.”
“Bye, baby, I love you,” Jimin whispers into Heejin’s ear, and she says it back, pecking his lips before heading out.
Heejin walks through the corridors but stops in her tracks when she remembers she forgot to ask something to her sister. “Hey, Jiyoon!” Heejin calls her colleague, who’s chilling on top of a crash cart, reading something on her phone.
“Oh, hey, Heejin! What’s up?” Jiyoon turns her phone off, and Heejin bites her lip, thinking of the best way to form her question in a smart way so that Jiyoon won’t refuse it.
“Um, soooo….” Heejin prolongs her phrase, and Jiyoon immediately groans, passing her hand through her face. “Would you, maybe, possibly do a huge favour for me?” Heejin turns her head, smiling awkwardly, hoping a yes would come from Jiyoon’s lips.
“Depends.” Jiyoon crosses her arms against her chest, watching Heejin with squinted eyes.
“Can you pretty please take Mrs Yu’s labs to Dr Kim Taehyung for me?” Heejin asks fast, and Jiyoon’s eyes pop out at the name of their most feared attending, along with Dr Jeon.
“Oh, hell no!” Jiyoon crosses her arms, “I already had surgery with Dr Kim today, and I certainly don’t want more scolding than I already have received.” Jiyoon rolls her eyes, and Heejin groans. “And you know he’ll come for you once he realises I’m doing work; it’s literally a lose-lose situation.”
“Oh, come on, please!” Heejin whines, “I’ll do anything you want!” She puts her hand together, pleading, almost going to her knees.
Jiyoon squints her eyes again and leans on the wall, thinking of Heejin’s proposal. “Hmmm, I’ll do it.” Heejin jumps, cheering her victory, but Jiyoon stops her by continuing her sentence, a sly smirk on her lips. “But you gotta arrange a date with me and Dr Kim.”
Heejin scrunches her face, “Huh? What?!”
“You heard me.” Heejin chuckles at her colleague, and now it’s her time to cross her arms against her chest while looking at Jiyoon with her skeptical gaze.
Heejin laughs, “Don’t you hate him? Why the hell would you wanna go on a date with him?”
Jiyoon chuckles, shaking her head at her colleague’s obliviousness. “Oh, my sweet Heejin. I may hate him at work, but he’s literally gorgeous; I mean, have you seen him? Plus, I kinda find it hot the way he bosses everyone around, including me.” Jiyoon bites her lip at the thought, and Heejin visibly gags.
“Jesus Christ, you’re shameless.”
Jiyoon scoffs, “Please, if you were single, you’d be just like me. You wouldn’t be judging if you didn’t already have a literal snack as a husband. Us single people suffer, alright.”
Heejin rolls her eyes, “Whatever; I’m not even friends with him—how the hell do you think I’ll ask him? I can’t just go to him and be like, ‘oh, hey Dr Kim, would you like to bang my friend? Who, by the way, is one of your residents.’ Imagine the fucking awkwardness.”
“Isn’t that friend of yours his friend, though? Dr Jeon’s—another fine piece of ass, may I add—wife? I’ve seen them hugging once or twice. Not gonna lie, I almost got jealous, but then I learned she’s Dr Jeon’s wife, which actually made me even more jealous, but whatever.”
“____?!” Heejin asks, letting out a breath of disbelief, and Jiyoon only rolls her eyes.
“I don’t know her name, Heejin; you may be saying a random girl's name for all I know.”
Heejin rolls her eyes, sighing exaggeratingly, “I can’t just ask her that!”
“Oh, come on; now this is a win-win situation—not only do I get my date with McSteamy, but I suffer for you while you go do whatever you wanna do.”
Heejin puts her hands on her hips, biting her lips, thinking over Jiyoon’s words and proposal. “Fuck; alright, fine, I’ll do it.”
Jiyoon smiles, “Alright, now go do whatever you want.” Jiyoon waves her hand, and Heejin shakes her head while sighing. Jiyoon gets out of the crash kart, but not before shouting, ‘use protection!’ across the hallway, and when Heejin is about to shout at her, Jiyoon disappears.
Heejin’s cheeks redden, and she laughs in embarrassment when all the people in the hallway staring at her, body squirming under their gazes. ‘Crazy bitch’, Heejin thinks while groaning, eventually chuckling at her weird colleague's antics as she starts to trail the pathway back to the room she was in before, hoping that Hana and Heejin are still there.
She returns to the room but stops before the slightly open door when she hears Jimin and Hana talking. Heejin was always a curious person by nature, just like her best friend, you, and with her crazy hearing skills, you both were always the first to know gossip in your college and school days.
“I can’t believe you forgot it so easily, Jimin?!” Hana shouts, and Jimin groans loudly, making Heejin furrow her eyebrows. Jimin never met Hana, and she had always avoided the topic of her older sister, but also, Hana went away to the states before Heejin even met Jimin, or you met Jungkook, so how could they even know each other?
“What we had ended years ago, okay?!”
“God, you’re unbelievable! I came back just to find out your wife was my fucking sister! My sister!”
Jimin groans, “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know! A-and how could I ever look into her eyes or even Hobi’s eyes….”
Hana scoffs, and Heejin listens to everything closely, “Is that why you ended things?! Hobi and I ended fucking years ago!”
“No—it’s because I love Heejin, and I would never do something like that again. It was a mistake!” Jimin shouts, and Heejin’s hand goes up to cover her mouth.
“Oh, so you love her so much that you cheated on her with me! Fuck you, Jimin, you made me fall in love with you, and you fucking ditched me!”
Heejin’s heart stops beating, and she feels as if everything crashes around her when the sentence comes out of her sister’s mouth. She can’t feel her body, her mind repeating everything inside her head, her stomach making a tighter knot every time she does it.
Heejin pushes the door open, making both Hana and Jimin look at her with widened eyes, the colour on their face disappearing completely as they look at Heejin, who stands at the wooden door with no reaction visible on her face.
“You cheated?” Heejin asks with a weak voice, and Jimin’s heart drops to his stomach when he sees the hurt in her brown eyes. Then he realises he fucked up.
“I-I can explain—”
“Shut the fuck up, Jimin,” Heejin spits with a stern voice while pinching the bridge of her nose, trying not to lose her mind as Hana’s words repeat in her head. Jimin obeys her and shuts his mouth, biting his lip harshly, his eyes starting to sting.
“When was it?” Jimin stays silent, and Heejin licks her lips in anger, then lifts her head to stare daggers deep into Jimin’s soul. Jimin feels every knife in his heart when she looks at him, the pain growing physical as he clearly sees the hatred for him in Heejin’s eyes.
“I asked. When. Was. It! Answer me!” Heejin roars, the room almost shaking from her shout, and Jimin flinches—he has seen Heejin angry before, but never like this, and it scares him so much to the point where goosebumps travel down his body.
“T-two years ago.” Jimin stutters, looking down at the floor in shame, and Heejin scoffs in disbelief.
“Two year—TWO YEARS AGO?!” Heejin can only see red, her anger taking control of her senses, her body fuming in rage for her husband and her sister. Heejin laughs like a maniac, her veins sticking out of her throat. She can’t believe what is happening—not only did she cheat, but he did it with her goddamn sister and kept it a secret for two years.
“You hid this from me for two years?! TWO FUCKING YEARS, JIMIN?!” A tear slips from his eyes; his worst nightmare is coming true, and the love of his life has started to slip away from his hands from a horrible mistake he wishes he never did. Nothing he could ever do would change that, and that’s what pains him the most—he was dumb, and now he’s paying for the consequences of his most dreaded action.
“It was a mistake! Please, baby, I love you—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Heejin screams, “Cheating isn’t a mistake, Jimin; it’s a motherfucking CHOICE! And not only did you cheat on me with my fucking sister—but you also chose to hide it from me for two FUCKING YEARS!” Heejin puts two fingers up, and Jimin bites his lip, trying to contain the whimper from coming out of his mouth. Heejin’s veins boil in anger, her nose flaring out a fuming hot breath, her face red while she stares at the guilt plastered in Jimin’s face.
“God—Is that why you stayed friends with that cheating bastard? Because you’re just as disgusting as him?!” Jimin whimpers at her words, quickly shaking his head.
“You’re nothing but a liar, Jimin! You’re just—” Heejin can’t contain her boiling anger and runs to Jimin, slapping his face with all her might, her long nails scratching his cheek and a red line appearing on his face. But he doesn’t hiss; he doesn’t yelp—a twisted part of him wants this because Jimin knows he deserves this punishment; hell, he deserves even worse for being a dumbass and making the worst choice he could ever do.
“I HATE YOU PARK JIMIN!” Heejin screams at him, a sob finally coming out of her, and Hana watches everything with shocked eyes. The walls shake in sorrow, the whole room watching the heart-aching scene of two lovers losing their relationship's once thought, never-ending flame.
“Oh God, you did it during that month, didn’t you?! We were only married for two months, Jimin! TWO FUCKING MONTHS!” She screams, and a loud cry erupts from Jimin’s throat, but Heejin doesn’t even care for his cries, and only one thing resides in her mind; the bastard cheated on her.
“I hate you so fucking much.” Heejin’s anger dies down, and sadness washes her whole, finally crashing down in despair when everything hits her like a truck—he cheated, Jimin cheated on her. The love of her life cheated on her; the one who she can’t live without committed the worst act she thought possible.
He could've done anything—told her he wasn’t in love with her anymore, could’ve asked for a divorce, shit, he could’ve left her with a fucking note; she always thought anything was better than a liar and someone who betrays her trust—she was always vocal about that to Jimin, and yet, he did everything she despises, what she specifically warned him never to do. He cheated, he betrayed, he lied.
Jimin falls down to his knees, non-stop tears coming out of his eyes as he stares at a crying Heejin, the pain worsening as he sees the state of his wife. “Please, I b-beg you—I l-love you—”
“Shut up! Just sh-shut up!” Heejin shakes her hand, mewling, and she bites her lip while looking at him, feeling the betrayal creep into her insides, almost throwing up at the scene. Two years ago, she thought he was cheating on her, that he would leave her—but she never expected that years later, her dark thoughts, her overthinking, would turn out to be true. They told her she was overreacting, and she stupidly believed everyone around her.
“You promised, Jimin—you promised me,” Heejin whispers, choking in her own tears, and Jimin’s cries get louder as he stares into his wife’s eyes, seeing her broken heart through her betrayed eyes.
Heejin turns to her sister, who stands still, a single tear falling from her eye. “How could you?” Heejin whimpers, her lips trembling as she looks into her sister’s eyes, feeling as if a thousand knives stabbed her back, creeping into her system and twisting it a thousand times over—the pain in her heart turns physical when she stares at her sister and Jimin, her mind imagining them together, doing it behind her back, and that makes her mentally gag in repulsion.
“I c-can't be here.” Heejin stutters and heads towards the room’s door, but Hana stops her by shouting her younger sister’s name.
“Heejin, please, wait!”
“Don’t you d-dare come after me!” Heejin shouts, pointing her index finger at her sister accusingly, before getting out of the room and running toward the hospital entrance, unaware of the eyes that follow her running figure, only focused on easing the throbbing pain in her chest. She sits on a wooden bench on the street, covering her face with her palms and making ugly cries. She grips her hair in despair, not caring about the eyes that stare at her as if she’s crazy while they walk through the pavement.
Out of everyone in the world, why did it have to be her sister? The one she felt most insecure about, the one she was compared to all her life? Hana has everything—the looks, the job, their goddamn mother’s love—and when Heejin finally has something in her life, something that she loves unconditionally, her sister just has to snatch it away.
But the one she hates the most isn’t Hana; it’s Jimin and herself. How could he do it? How could he cheat on her when he swore she was the only one in his life and the one he wanted to spend the rest of her life with? But she also hates herself for not going with her gut all those years ago and letting love blind her enough to ignore all the red flags that hung on top of Jimin’s head. She hates herself for believing in his empty promises.
Heejin grabs her phone and presses on your contact—if anyone can help her, it’s you, and Heejin needs her best friend. After two beeps, you answer, but before you can say anything, Heejin sobs, struggling to breathe properly as her cries block her throat.
“Heejin, what happened?!” You ask with a panicking voice, and Heejin whimpers.
“H-he cheated, _____. Ji-Jimin h-he-he c-cheated!” Heejin chokes on her sobs once again, and you gasp loudly from the other end of the line.
“Jimin, w-what?! Where are you?!”
“H-Hospital.” Heejin stutters, and you tell her that you’re on your way before hanging up, louder cries coming from her mouth. Saliva stains her palms—it hurts so much that the pain becomes physical.
Heejin can’t breathe properly; her whole world feels as if it’s crumbling down, shattering into a million glass pieces. She saw the state you were in after the revelation that Jungkook cheated, and never would she have thought she would experience the same pain. Heejin now gets why you were always struggling to breathe and screaming for the pain because it’s real. It’s the worst pain she has ever experienced, worse than anything physical.
Some time passes, and you get out of Yoongi’s car. You run to where your best friend is when your eyes finally see her crying, curled-up frame. “Heejin!” You sit next to her and shake her shoulder, your heart hurting when you see her red eyes.
Heejin hugs you tight, crying desperately on your shoulder, and you bite your lips, trying to contain your tears. Heejin is not a person to cry; in all your years as best friends, you only saw her cry twice—once because of her mother and another while you two were studying for your MCAT; and whenever she cries, you cry too.
“It’ll be okay.” You whisper with a trembling voice as she continues to sob into your shoulder, and you look up to see Yoongi looking at the both of you with pitiful eyes, not knowing what to do. You send him an appreciative glance before shifting your attention to your weeping best friend on your lap, who desperately cries for her betrayed love.
“H-he did it with m-my fucking sister!” She shouts, hiccuping into your saliva-stained shoulder, and you gasp.
“H-Hana?!” You ask with a gasp, and she nods while whimpering.
You can’t help yourself anymore, and you let out a cry just like her; seeing your best friend in a position like this makes your heart break even more. How could Jimin do this? He looked at her with so much love and passion; you knew he still looked at her with love—so how could he cheat on someone like Heejin?
You know what the betrayal feels like—hell, you’re still crying over Jungkook, and you know Heejin doesn’t deserve an ounce of this unbearable pain.
You clench your teeth—why is the universe punishing Heejin so cruelly? Why is it punishing you so cruelly? You both have been nothing but good people, so why do you have to endure such crippling pain when all you both did was love another human?
They say everything is a blessing in disguise, that everything happens for a reason—but this sure as hell feels anything but a blessing; it feels as if you were cursed, destined for sorrow.
You know what Heejin feels about her sister, how much she compares herself to Hana; through all your years of friendship, you saw her struggle with her self-worth because of their insufferable mother.
Heejin comes off as confident, as having thick skin and being hot-headed, as if nothing can tear her down. But deep down, you know how much the neglect of her own mother created many deep-scarring insecurities—and you know how this will shatter her heart, not only because of Jimin cheating, but also because of who he cheated with; you know Heejin, and just how much she will break her own heart with the non-stop, compulsory comparison.
“It hurts, ____! I-It hurts so-so much!” She screams into your shoulder, and you cry into her blue scrub.
The moon frowns as it watches the heartbreaking scene of two best friends mewling on each other’s shoulders, yearning for their lovers’ embrace, who betrayed their promise, and the stars cry into the shimmering night, lighting up
“I-I know. It’ll be okay—w-we’ll be okay. I promise you, I promise you.”
“____, I-I can’t l-live without h-him!” She screams on your shoulder, and you pat her back while trying to contain your own cries.
“H-he—f-fuck!” She enters a fit of coughs, and you bite your lip while slapping her back in an attempt to try and stop her painful coughs. She squeezes your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin, but you don’t complain or show any sign of discomfort—it’s Heejin before you right now.
Meanwhile, Yoongi clenches his fist at the sight of you two—if there is something he hates, it’s cheaters. Infidelity is something that can’t cross his mind; it’s something alienated to him.
Jungkook disappointed him, and now Jimin, too, and out of everyone, Jimin was the last one that would ever cross his mind to do something as nasty as adultery. Jimin was always someone who showed affection to everyone and loved with all the passion in the world; Yoongi knew how much Jimin loved Heejin; it was the same way you would look at Jungkook and how he would look at his ex-wife Akari—it all just shows how much you think you know a person when you indeed don’t. Yoongi experienced that betrayal first-hand, and he would never inflict that type of pain even on his worst enemy, so seeing you and now Heejin going through it makes his heart clench because, out of everyone, you both deserve it the least.
You squeeze Heejin’s neck with your arms, and you break the hug, looking at her red face, a trail of saliva on your shoulder. You see yourself in her eyes, which hurts your heart even more—because you know how she’s feeling pathetic; she’s feeling weak for letting herself be betrayed and not seeing the signs before. You also know she’s comparing herself to her sister and feeling worthless, and your heart hurts for your best friend thinking things like that —because she’s not anything her thoughts say she is.
“Please, listen to me, okay?” You demand, your red nose sniffling, and she nods while slightly whimpering. “You’re not pathetic; you’re not worthless—Jimin is the one who’s pathetic for cheating on someone like you, okay?”
She nods, and you sigh, wiping the tears off your face and hers. “We’ll get you home, okay?” You turn your head, asking Yoongi for help, and he nods at you, answering your pleas with no words needed out of his mouth. You get up, and Heejin follows, wiping the pools of tears on her puffy cheeks and eyes.
“Do you want to go to my house? I have more than one guest room for you both.” He says, and you look at him with raised eyebrows.
“Are you sure?” You ask and turn your head around when you feel something heavy on your chest. You whisper a curse when you see that she is sleeping, in a very uncomfortable position, and your heart hurts when you observe her state; swollen, red face and her brown hair all over the place, looking as if she got caught inside a tornado.
“Of course. I’m sure she doesn’t want to go to her house, where Jimin will obviously be, and your hotel room may not be the best place, especially with those boxes all over the place—so I’m offering my place.”
“But Heejin doesn’t have any spare clothes—I don’t have any spare clothes to change to.” You groan, and Yoongi can’t help but chuckle at your overthinking; you’re just too cute sometimes.
“Sweetheart, I have many spare clothes for women at the penthouse—stop worrying your pretty little head over these small things. I got it, okay?” He smiles, and you can’t help the corner of your mouth from going up; Yoongi is so sweet for you, maybe too sweet, as your heart beats slightly faster, but you can’t nor want to acknowledge the feeling.
You turn your head to look at Heejin on your chest, and you sigh, your eyes starting to glisten with water as you observe her now sleeping self. She looks like a mess, and you know it will only get worse from here, but you’ll do everything you can to make sure she heals.
By seeing her like this, so broken and so weak, you realise just how bad your situation is; it’s like seeing a video of yourself—were you really this broken?
Yes, you were; you were even worse. You cried on the dirty street floor, for god’s sake, but you were too immersed in your pain and longing for his arms to realise just how much you sabotaged yourself. But now that you see a reflection of yourself through Heejin, you realise you must also help yourself—you can’t stay like this forever, hurting yourself by being stuck in the past and trying so hard to fill the void in your soul with the hope that something impossible might happen.
You need to heal, not only for yourself but for the sake of everyone around you.
“I gotta call Taehyung so he can clear her for today.” You say, and Yoongi nods, grabbing Heejin and leading her to his black car. You then get your phone from your silver purse and dial your friend’s number.
“Hi, princess,” Taehyung asks in his usual soft voice, and a sigh comes from your lips, immediately alarming your friend from the other side of the line. “Is everything okay?”
“Not really.” You sniffle your nose, “Jimin he….”
“Fuck, what happened, princess?” He asks in a concerned voice, and you groan while pinching the bridge of your nose.
“He c-cheated on Heejin, Tae.” You bite your now chapped lips, and Taehyung audibly gasps, the line going silent for a minute as he tries to process your every word.
“H-he what?! Oh my God, is it who I think it is?”
You chuckle, wiping your red nose, “No, it’s not Eunbi. I actually thought that too, but it’s even more fucked up…. It was with her sister.”
“Holy fucking shit….”
“I’m calling you to ask if you could maybe clear Heejin; she’s not well….”
“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You sigh in relief, a small smile on your lips at Taehyung’s understanding. “Are you in the hospital right now?”
“I’m at the entrance, but we’re about to take Heejin to Yoongi’s house.”
“I’m going there, then; just hang on for a minute.” Before you can protest, Taehyung hangs up the line, making you sigh.
You clap your hands together, rubbing your hot breath on them; even if you’re wearing Yoongi’s black blazer, which he gave you during your ride to the hospital, you still feel the chilly weather in many parts of your skin, making you start to slightly shiver as a response to try and warm your body up.
Some minutes pass, and you turn your body when you hear Taehyung calling out your name and running to you. “Hey, princess.” He smiles, but it soon turns into a slight frown when he sees your state; black mascara running down your cheeks and eyes as red as your own blood.
“Oh, princess.” He whispers and opens his arms, and you dive right in, feeling the comfort of the embrace you love so much, the one that makes you feel so comfortable. You don’t cry, but just enjoy the warm feeling of Taehyung’s chest and his arms around you while you close your eyes, his hug sending you into another universe of comfort.
“How is she?” He asks, and you sigh in his chest, your mind wandering to Heejin’s crying state, your heart clenching at the flashback.
“She’s not taking it well, Tae….” You frown, and Taehyung squeezes you tighter, and you mirror his action, his head turning to put it in the crook of your neck. You giggle when his nose comes in contact with your skin, making Taehyung chuckle, more vibrations going to your neck, and your squirm under him.
“Ah, stop!” You slightly slap Taehyung’s chest, trying to get out of his embrace, but g holds you in place, locking you in with his arms and preventing you from getting away from him. You let out a loud snort when Taehyung continues to rub his nose on your neck, and you quickly slap your mouth when the ugly sound comes out of your lips, your cheeks growing red while Taehyung laughs in your shoulder.
“Oh my God, I sounded like a pig.” You whisper, and Taehyung laughs even more, to the point where he has to lean himself on you, so he doesn’t fall down, and his laughs become silent, his chest going up and down repeatedly. His laugh is so contagious that you start to laugh, too, both of you looking like lunatics while cackling in the middle of the street.
After a minute or two, your fit of laughter finally dies down, and both of you wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes. You sigh in contentment, it’s been a long time since you laughed like this, all the pain in your heart rubbing off the bright feeling of laughing, and for a great while, you forgot what it felt like to have a genuine smile on your face and have your body feeling as light as a feather.
“Ah, you never fail to make me smile.” You giggle, “Thank you, Taehyung—you’re an amazing friend.”
“Thank you, princess; I was having a shitty day, and you just brightened it up.” You smile at him and hug him again, your arms wrapping around his neck.
“I better go now; Yoongi and Heejin are waiting for me.” You break the hug, and Taehyung takes you by surprise when he quickly kisses your cheek, making your face flush, but only slightly.
“By the way, our museum visit is still on, right?” He asks, and you nod, making his face light up.
“Perfect. I’ll pick you up at five this Saturday; what do you think?”
“Wasn’t it Friday?” You giggle, and he rubs the back of his neck.
“Yeah, but I figured there’s less of a chance that I’m called to the hospital on a Saturday.” He chuckles.
“I’ll see you Saturday, then. Bye, Tae.” You giggle and hug him one last time before you walk towards Yoongi’s black car, your arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt to try and keep yourself warm.
You see Yoongi scrolling through his phone with clenched teeth, staring at his phone with eyes looking as if he might kill anyone at any second.
“Everything okay?” You ask, and his facial expression quickly changes, going from seeming to kill someone to a slight smile on his face when his eyes meet yours.
“Everything’s fine; I was just waiting for you. Heejin’s sleeping on the back, by the way.” He points to the window behind him, and you step closer, viewing the inside of the car through the tinted window, your eyes softening the minute you see a sleeping Heejin, with body splattered all over the car seats, occupying all three of them.
You sigh sadly, rubbing your running nose, and you feel Yoongi pressing his body on your back, staring at the same scene as you. “I just….I can’t believe Jimin would do something like that….”
“I thought they’d be the ones to grow old together, to live happily ever after…..”
Yoongi’s hand reaches for your shoulder and starts rubbing it, a frown on his lips as his eyes fixate on Heejin inside his car. “I know....me too.” Yoongi sighs, and you scratch your bloodshot eyes, making your eyelids even messier, the black mascara being wiped everywhere by your hand.
“Shall we go, sweetheart?” You nod at Yoongi’s question, and he opens the door for you. Once you enter, you immediately put Heejin’s head on your lap and fasten your seatbelt.
The car ride is silent; you can only hear the soft music coming out of Yoongi’s radio while you stare at the street through the tinted window on your side. You feel your heartbeat on your chest, pumping blood every second through your veins to your body, your mind blank as you take in Seoul’s beauty at night.
Your eyes find the beautiful night sky and look at the stars shining through the dark, stretching to infinity. The crescent moon chants a beautiful song to your eyes through its magical light, and you feel the gift of the night, which you had forgotten for many years. You forgot why you loved the starry night, the feeling of comfort you had while staring at the night sky; you found comfort in someone else’s arms that you forgot the free and warm feeling that the moon brought you ever since you were a little girl.
You don’t even think of him; your mind doesn’t connect the stars to him; it connects to your heart, to the heartbeats in your chest while it comforts itself. Your lips form a small smile, the time vanishing as your mind only focuses on the billions of stars your eyes can see, catching a glimpse of the feeling when life was life before you met him. You finally find comfort in something else that isn’t him or the mere thought of him, and ultimately believe the words of everyone around you—you’ll be okay.
˚➶ 。˚
“She’s sleeping in one of the guest rooms.” You say as you slide the glass door, walking to Yoongi, who stands on the edge of his enormous balcony with his head lifted as he stares at the night sky.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You suddenly say, your arms leaning on the glass barrier, and Yoongi looks at you while a small smile tugs on the corner of his lips.
“It really is.” He chuckles and turns his head, continuing to stare up, pretending he just didn’t look at you and hoping you didn’t feel his gaze on you.
You sigh deeply, “The moon always comforted me; it’s really one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
“I’ve laid my eyes on more beautiful things.” He mutters, and you turn your head, lifting one of your eyebrows.
“Really?” You chuckle, “What?”
“Ah, I think I’d like to keep its beauty all to myself. Y’know, so no one knows about it—just me.”
“I see.” You laugh, and Yoongi smiles
“Yoongi, I-I was thinking….” You start, gulping nervously.
“I-Is therapy scary? I’ve booked an appointment for this Friday, but….I’m terrified.” You chuckle, “God, that’s so ridiculous.” You groan while laughing, passing your hand through your face in embarrassment.
“It’s not ridiculous; I was actually scared too.” He admits, and you raise your eyebrows.
He hums, nodding his head. “Oh, yeah, I was fucking terrified. I felt humiliated, too; I mean, a powerful CEO going to therapy? That sounded so horrible.” He chuckles, “But I quickly learned that mindset was just ridiculous—going to therapy was one of the best decisions I ever made; it saved my life. I don’t know how I would be without it, and I don’t even like to imagine it…..”
“Wow.” You whisper, “I’m really happy for you, Yoongi.”
“You’ll see, sweetheart—I’m sure you’ll feel happy without him in just a few months, and I’ll be here to help you.”
You smile, your heart feeling full at Yoongi’s words, and your cheeks can’t help but form a light tint of red, your head turning to face the view again.
“You’re gonna move out tomorrow, right?”
You nod, “Yep, it was supposed to be today, but then Mirae’s wedding happened….And oh well.” You chuckle
You sigh, and when you’re about to say something, the glass door is open, revealing a tiny human—Sungho.
“Appa, I can’t—pretty auntie?!” Sungho gasps and runs to you, hugging your legs, and you giggle at his cuteness.
“Hi, sweetie!” You crouch down and hug him back, with Yoongi watching the whole interaction, a huge grin on his face.
“Why did you leave me?!” He asks with a fake pout, and you giggle—he’s the spitting image of his father; it’s like watching Yoongi pout, which makes you giggle even more.
“Sorry, sweetie, your auntie has been very busy for these past months. Forgive me?” You mirror his pout, and his pout immediately goes away, a big smile on his lips.
“Okay, I forgive you!” You hug him again, chuckling.
“Sungho, isn’t it past your bedtime?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow at his son, making him whine.
“I know, but I couldn’t sleep….” He frowns but smiles when an idea comes into his little head. “Can pretty auntie put me to sleep?” He asks with an adorable smile, and Yoongi sighs; he can’t resist his son’s doe eyes and adorable gummy smile—it’s one of his greatest weaknesses, but he would never admit that to anyone.
“Would you?” Yoongi asks with pleading eyes.
“Of course.” You grab Sungho’s hand, and he leads you to his room, with his dad right behind the both of you.
Sungho climbs up to his bed and lays down while looking at you with sparkling eyes. You look at him with a small smile while caressing his hair as Sungho’s eyes slowly fall asleep under your magical, and you can’t keep a tiny tear from slipping out of your eye. One of your dreams was to become a mother, and you wanted one with Jungkook so bad—and he’s now having one, but not with you.
The cruel reality finally hits you, and another tear falls from your eyes, feeling your heartburn at the fact that Jungkook’s having a baby with another woman. Jungkook and Eunbi were the right people at the wrong time, but they finally found each other; the red string in their hands finally found each other again, and now it’s the right time. It hurts to know that you were just the wrong person at the wrong time, preventing two soulmates from happiness and finding each other.
Jungkook wasn’t made for you, but every day you wish he was—because you were made for him.
Once you see that Sungho’s asleep, you reach for Yoongi, who’s leaning his shoulder on the wall, watching as you walk to him. You both exit the room and close the door slowly and quietly, and you let out a sigh when the door gets fully closed.
“It’s so strange how he likes you so much.” Yoongi chuckles, “I’ve never seen him like this with anyone.”
“Oh well, what can I say? It’s my charm.” You flip your hair in a playful manner, and you both laugh together.
“Well, I think I’m gonna go sleep; I’m a bit sleepy.” You yawn, and Yoongi nods.
“Where are you gonna sleep?”
“Next to Heejin, I’ll be looking out for her.” You sigh sadly when you mention your friend, the memories of her crying in your arms flooding your brain.
“All right, goodnight, princess.” Yoongi kisses your head, and you feel your heart skipping a beat along with your cheeks slightly flushing.
“Goodnight, Yoongi.” You give him and head to the room, feeling Yoongi’s eyes following your figure until you disappear.
˚➶ 。˚
Jimin stays with his head on the wooden table, unable to breathe as he feels every cell in his body bursting and his chest in indescribable hurt as his heart clenches on itself. He fucked up, he fucked up so bad, and he hates himself so much for it.
The sight of Heejin crying in front of him—because of him; makes his heart hurt, and several tears run down his cheeks and to his chin. Jimin has never felt so hurt, so miserable at any moment; he feels worthless, as if his whole life just crashed down in front of him—which it did.
Jimin chugs down another shot, feeling the warm water from his eyes on his red cheeks while he feels as if everything around him is spinning. Jimin feels like utter shit while he pathetically cries his heart out at a deserted bar; it’s a Tuesday, after all, which makes everything worse—he’s crying his heart out as he yearns for his love, Heejin.
It hasn’t even been an hour since he last saw her, and he already misses her so much that the pain in his heart turns physical, his chest aching as he replays her reaction from hours ago, that he just can’t forget—it’s bruised inside his mind.
Jimin lays his head on the table; his sobs are loud as the bartender looks at him while shaking his head. Hajoon, the bartender, feels fed up—there are too many sulking drunks on his bar lately, but oh well, at least it pays the bill.
Another one enters the bar and sits on the chair next to Jimin, who doesn’t even bother to look at who sits next to him; his head feels so heavy that he physically can’t move it without it coming back to its original place.
“Jesus, what happened to you?” The person asks, and Jimin groans at the annoying voice.
Why the fuck is Eunbi, of all people, here?
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Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, “Eomoni, for the love of God, SHUT UP!”
“I’m so tired of you being so mean to my wife; I’m fucking done!” Jungkook yells, making his mother flinch, and Mirae’s eyes widen, choking on her champagne. The wedding is finally over, and all the Jeon family members reside in a private room per Mr Jeon’s request. Jungkook has never raised his voice at his mother, but this time she went too far—even as far as calling you a whore in front of him. He and you might not be together anymore, but he won’t stand anyone talking any more shit about you to his face, especially his mother, who has reached her limit.
Mrs Jeon scoffs, “Jungkookie; you were never this aggressive to your mother! Look at what that witch is doing to you!” She looks at you with a growl, and this time you flinch.
“Eomoni, I agree with Jungkook; you really have to stop! ____ is a good person, and you’re literally the only one who hates her.” Mirae says, and Jungkook’s mother scoffs again while rolling her eyes, a small scowl on her face as she does so.
“Oh, please, you have no right to say anything, Mirae! Not when you’re another one disgracing your family by having another man’s child!”
Everyone is silent, all eyes going wide in shock from Mrs Jeon’s sudden revelation, and Jungkook gasps. “Mirae?!” Jungkook looks at his sister with widened eyes, and she grows pale at her mother’s revelation.
“H-how d-do you know?!”
“I know everything, sweetie. I heard you talking to one of your friends before the wedding; I had no idea you could be such a whore.”
Mirae sobs at her mother’s harsh words; it’s already something she’s accustomed to, but she had never used the derogatory term whore before, and this time, it pains even more because she believes her mother is right—it feels like a slap in Mirae’s face, which she deserves.
“If you hadn’t forced this marriage, this wouldn’t happen!” Mirae shouts at her mother, continuing to sob into her palms. “And Jungkook got another girl pregnant, so why the hell aren’t you talking to him too, huh?!”
Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he chokes on his saliva, Mr and Mrs Jeon’s eyes turning to his figure. “Jungkook?!” Mrs Jeon gasps.
“How the fuck—”
“I overheard you talking to Eunbi, you dumbass! I didn’t know you could stoop so low.” Mirae growls that last part, and Jungkook’s jaw clenches, his eyes staring daggers at his hypocritical sister.
“As if you can say anything! You did the same shit!” Jungkook yells, and Mirae scoffs.
“My marriage was forced; yours wasn’t, you little shit!” Jungkook rolls his eyes; how can someone be such a hypocrite?
“Yeah, but Dongsun loves you, and you know that, so you’re no better! Who the fuck even is the father?!”
Mirae freezes at her brother’s question, and her mother asks the same thing, her eyes boring into Mirae’s soul, and she feels compelled to say it, even if she doesn’t want to. Her eyes shut as she let the name out, a name she thought she wouldn’t ever say again.
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this one was something......
i’m so nervous about posting haha, i alway think the chaoter won’t be as good as the last :’) and i always get nervous but this one is very specific, cause so much happens.....like omg.....anyways i really hope u liked it ♡ 
also this story is on wattpad & ao3 too, the link is in this series masterpost right on the beggining of the chapter !!
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prodagustd · 4 months ago
so it goes | myg
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 Summary: You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it.
series masterlist,
part two
 —pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader
—rating: +18
—genre: friends with benefits (kind of?) to lovers, fluff, smut.
—warnings/tags: fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of blowjobs, dom!yoongi i guess? (he's soft tho!!) yoongi is in denial, he asks himself lots and lots of questions, emotional constipation!!! etc etc
—words: 6.8k
a/note: hiii, this is my first time posting something for bts and i'm really excited!!! i'm planning to write more about this couple so feedback is appreciated :) pd: english is not my first language. taglist is open if you want to join!!
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You were five blocks away from Yoongi’s apartment when your phone vibrated in your pocket for the second time in the span of five minutes.
[Yoongo]: Hurry up
[Yoongo]: Dinner is almost ready
[Yoongo]: If you don’t start running I’m gonna start eating without you.
You giggled looking at his contact name, he made a typo when he wrote his name on your phone and you never changed it, you liked it that way. Yoongi wasn’t going to eat without you, he was the one who invited you, but you started to walk faster anyway.
The memory of the Yoongi who wrote his name on your phone seems so distant now, he was so different from the one who was waiting for you at his apartment, maybe because your mind had unconsciously decided to divide the image you had of him into different parts. The first one was the Yoongi everyone else knew, the rapper, producer and founder of his own label, a well respected name in the industry. The second was the one you knew from the media and the paparazzi pictures of him that came out every weekend, coming out of the club with a different girl by his side every time. Getting bored too fast, never getting enough of that life or anything at all.
The cold wind hit your face as you remembered the first time you met Yoongi, it was the night that Jungkook decided to throw a party, celebrating the start of summer. During that time, your best friend had recently signed with Yoongi's label and was very excited to introduce you to his new friends. You met Namjoon and Hoseok and a few other members of their team, but all you remember was Yoongi’s lingering gaze and intimidating aura, he said hi to you but nothing else, clearly not interested in meeting new people, clearly not interested in meeting you. But as the night passed and Jungkook's party was coming to an end, the only thing you could focus on was his piercing dark eyes staring at you. Why would he be staring at you all night, giving you sneaky glances until you left but never making a move?
"Because you were Jungkook's friend" Yoongi would answer if you were to ask him now, and then he would say something about not fucking people who he could possibly see again. What an asshole, you thought at your imaginary conversation.
At that time you didn't lose sleep over it, didn't question it too much, but even though you two had way too different personalities, you couldn't deny that he was attractive enough for you to find yourself thinking of him once or twice during that week.
The third and last part of the image you had of him in your mind was very different from the last one. You remember discovering it at Jungkook's barbecue party. It was a hot afternoon, Yoongi took a seat next to you and he asked what you were studying at the university, he tried to sound interested when you answered history. You made a lame joke and that was the first time that you saw his gummy smile. You liked it so much that you wanted to say another joke just as bad.
He was quiet, calm and observant, nice enough to offer you a ride home. Nice enough to offer you a ride home every time since that day. He used to say that your dorm was on the way to his house, which was a lie but you didn't know it back then.
You let him drive you home, you enjoyed the music he played and the way he listened to you when he asked you about your life, you enjoyed listening to him talk about his. You thought you were so lucky to know that part of him, and you were so embarrassed when you realized you had a huge crush on him. He was just being nice, no matter how kind he was or how flirty he sounded, he could never feel the same way about you. That's what you thought, until he kissed you before you jumped out of his car one night. That's what you thought until he started kissing you every single time after that.
It wasn't the first time that you asked yourself why Yoongi was so adamant to not let you go, you weren't his girlfriend and he wasn't your boyfriend, but why, after being with so many girls, he decided to keep you? Why did his actions say that he liked you more than his words did? You were pretty, you could admit that, but so were all the other girls, what did you have that they didn't?
You remember asking him about it once. After a long debate about which movie to watch, you beat him by outright refusing to watch a sci-fi movie over a romcom, you and him were laying on his bed with your head on his chest and his hand stroking your hair when a scene of a romantic monologue started, you lifted your head and looked at him.
“What do you like most about me?” Smiling, you watched him trying to act like you didn’t catch him off guard. His eyes popped open but automatically a stupid smirk appeared on his face.
“Your ass.” He answered and you punched his arm before he could finish the last word, he let out an “auch” as his shoulders started shaking from laughter. Then, he decided to correct himself. “I like that you’re sweet”
“That's the lamest thing to like about me” you complained, “I'll pretend that you just said my ass.” you feigned to focus on the movie again, taking your eyes off of him.
During the six months that you had met him, you learned how to manage him a little bit. Sometimes offering food worked, in the worst of the cases it was to throw a tantrum, but that day it only took a pout for him to break.
“Don't” he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again “You're the sweetest,” he confirmed again and kissed you tenderly on the lips “you make laugh. And you're hot.”
“The hottest?” You joked.
“You bet.”
Yoongi was a man of a few words and you always cherished the ones he had for you. Like when you started going to his studio to bring him food that you cooked only for him, Yoongi forces himself to work long hours and most of the time he forgets to eat, but when you bring him food he eats every single thing.
He always grabs you by the waist and sits you on his lap, he asks you about your day and you ask him about his. He shares food with you and feeds you on the mouth.
“Your food is always the best, babe” he murmurs with his mouth full of food.
You still think about the first night you invited him to your dorm one time that your roommate wasn't home. He ordered food, drinked wine with you, watched half of a movie, decided to take off your clothes and fucked you on your bed for the first time.
Your bed wasn't as big as his, he had a king size all for himself while in yours only fitted you and maybe half of him. But Yoongi didn't care, not when he was on top of you. Holding your legs up, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips and his wet lips whispering against your neck, he made you look at him the whole night while he fucked you open nice and slow, he liked to take his time. You remember Yoongi squishing your face between his fingers making you pout slightly, he thought you looked so pretty like that, with parted lips and furrowed eyebrows willing to let him fuck you as long as he wanted, however he wanted. At that point he knew your body too well, he knew how to touch you and where to kiss you, but you knew him too, and you knew he talked too much when he was close to his climax, letting the words escape from his mouth without permission. You don't remember everything he said that night, but you do remember a couple lines because during that time, they kept you awake for a few nights.
“My pretty girl, always taking me so well” he said as you threw you head back when he started leaving kisses down your neck, sneaking his hand where your bodies connected so he could slowly rub his thumb on your clit, making you whine his name as you felt your walls abruptly clench around him, he loved that shit, he loved how high pitched your voice sounded as he thrusted in and out, brushing the spot that made your toes curl "My only girl, only mine.”
Pressed against him because the bed was too small for the two of you he hugged your waist and hid his face in the crock of your neck, you fell asleep wanting to ask him if he was serious about that, were you his only girl? You were too afraid to believe him.
You remember that week when you failed an exam that you studied really hard for, he invited you to his place and you decided to try a new recipe, it tasted so bad you wanted to burst into tears in the middle of his kitchen. You loved cooking and that was the last thing you needed. Yoongi grabbed you by your face, assuring everything was okay.
“You can try again another day,” he offered "my mom always says that it takes a few tries. I'll take you to Daegu, she'll teach you.”
He was almost joking, saying those words like it wasn't a big deal. The idea of meeting his mom made you feel butterflies, it was so stupid that something like that changed your mood for the better.
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Five blocks away, Yoongi was in his apartment about to have a mental breakdown. He was about to order food when he saw the mess he made in the kitchen, but he promised to cook for you tonight in exchange for a weekend with him. He wanted to think his head was all over the place because of work, but that was a lie, it was because of you.
He had hardly seen you the last two weeks, you had spoiled him, you used to visit him mondays, wednesdays and saturdays, you came by his studio every friday but now it seemed like you had no time for him in your schedule. Having tons of projects and final exams, that week you had only visited him the day before in his studio. You didn’t even let him come to visit you because you said you were going to let him distract you.
It was okay, Yoongi told himself, he appreciated that you came yesterday, but at the same time he missed you so bad, he can’t remember the last time he kissed you properly, and the memory of last night didn’t help. Namjoon invited some friends from the company to a bar, including you, but you couldn’t come because you were celebrating the end of a project with your friends in a whole different bar. You deserved it, Yoongi told himself that, but when he arrived at the bar by himself and everyone started asking him where were you he thought he might explode because of how much he missed you, couldn’t help but wish you were wrapped around his arms. Why did everyone ask him about you? Why didn’t they ask Jungkook, who was your best friend? Why ask your not-boyfriend?
Yoongi always thought that you two didn't need a title, things were good like that, you had good sex and he liked having you around, but at the same time he wanted to scream last friday when you told him you couldn't come over to his apartment because you had a group project with some asshole called Kevin. Who the fuck was Kevin anyway? Did Kevin know that you had a not-boyfriend whom you cook for every friday and you fuck three times a week? What do you mean he doesn't?
He wanted to ask about said project and that guy. Why was he doing a project with you? Were you put together? Did you choose him? Did he choose you? He knew he couldn’t bring it up, he could already hear your voice asking “Bubba, are you jealous?”
Yes the fuck he was.
His mind was a mess but he was sure about one thing, he didn’t want to be with other women, you were enough. Your kisses, bad jokes and the coffee you made was enough. He wondered if you felt the same about him, was he enough for you? What did he have to offer?
In his mind he pictures you like a good friend and good lover; you took care of Jungkook even if you were a few months younger than him, you make Namjoon laugh the loudest, Hoseok trusted you so much that he shows you new songs that he’s working on to know your opinion and you were never afraid of kissing Yoongi in front of his friends. How could he be enough for you?
And anyway, when the fuck did he become like this? He used to think he was being subtle, that no one really knew how much he liked you, but everyone did, except for you. Now he was standing under the dim lights of his kitchen with almost burned food, his dog, Holly, head cocked on one side, looking at him as if he was asking what was wrong and the suffocating feeling that he might be in love with you.
Just for a moment he could be honest with himself, he was not subtle at all. But you didn’t seem to notice, however, he was afraid that one of those days you would find out how crazy he was about you.
He remembers that one summer night when you insisted on having a picnic under the stars, Yoongi thought it was so corny but he didn’t have it in himself to say no to you. You showed up in a short summer dress that hiked up your thighs every time you leaned to wipe the food out of his mouth. By the end of the night you ended up blowing him for the first time in the backseat of his car. Was it the best blowjob he ever received? He couldn’t be sure. Was it his favorite? Yes, it was. He couldn't stop thinking about it, about you and your teary eyes and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, Yoongi thought no one could ever get it, it was almost romantic, almost sweet. He expected you to be at least a little suspicious when he texted you the next day saying "I can't stop thinking about you", you didn’t mention it.
Months later and you were still in the same spot but way deeper. You come every weekend and fuck all night, wake up and eat breakfast together, watch a movie and go out on a date that you planned, come back and fuck again. Was that enough for you? What if you get tired of it?
That last question hung in the air until Holly ran to the living room when he heard the sound of the keys opening the door and Yoongi snapped out of his trance.
“Hello?” The sound of your voice echoed in the apartment, it seemed to be almost empty until you arrived, now it felt complete.
Yoongi didn’t respond, he waited for you to find him in the kitchen, he heard you take off your shoes and say hi to his dog.
When you found him, you grabbed his face and kissed him briefly on the lips “What is that face?” You asked, leaving a bottle of wine on the counter “Are you not happy to see me?”
“The food got a little bit burned.” He sighed. He was, in fact, happy to see you
"I'm sure it's fine, let me set up the table." You brushed it off and that was enough for him to forget about the food, but there was still a heavy weight on his chest, you were the only person who could take it off of him, but he didn’t want you to.
Once the table was ready you put some music and poured wine on his glass.
“Did you have a good time last night? Got drunk?” He asked like it was small talk, but he was dying to know.
“Yes and no. I was too tired to get drunk and I actually got home early, Nayeon was still awake when I arrived. What about you and the guys?”
If the food tasted bad you didn’t say it, you seemed to happily enjoy it as you listened to him talk about last night, laughing about the silliest things.
“They all asked about you.” He said, you tried to hide a smile but you failed.
“Did they? What did you say?”
“That you abandoned me.” Yoongi lied.
“Yoongi…” You whined in complaint, rolling your eyes when his shoulders started shaking as he laughed
“Okay, okay. I said that you were busy celebrating the end of your project.” He told you the truth.
The night passed between laughs, sweet smiles and fond looks. That was something he could not escape, your eyes; they always told the truth no matter what, they were sincere and could never hide what you feel, Yoongi had the blessing –or maybe the curse– to know exactly how to read them. In that moment he looked at you from across the table and he felt like he could almost touch your happiness. Yoongi was terrified that you could feel his as well.
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“So he’s keeping it a secret” You mentioned as you were washing the dishes after you finished having dinner. Yoongi was beside you, leaned against the counter with crossed arms.
“But he told you.” He said with an annoyed tone in his voice.
“Of course he told me, he can’t lie to me, I know him too well.” You shake your head in disbelief.
“I’m really hurt that you didn’t tell me.” He joked.
Yoongi had always minded his business, he always was the quiet and calm guy, the one to trust, until he met you. There were countless nights where he found himself gossiping with you in the kitchen, you were calm and quiet too, were the one to trust just like him, but for some reason, somehow, you always seemed to know everyone's business, and you were happy to share them with Yoongi, whom over time learnt to loved those gossipy talks in the kitchen.
Tonight you were talking about Jungkook, who seemed to have a not-really-a-girlfriend. Jungkook told you about her and no one else, you didn’t know this, so when you brought it up to Yoongi he was shocked because Jungkook didn’t tell him.
“I’m telling you now, I didn’t know he didn’t tell anybody!”
“Okay, so why is he being all mysterious and shit?”
“I don’t know, maybe the same reason why you didn't tell Namjoon and Hoseok you took me to the river that one time?” You asked taking him by surprise. Yoongi looked at you with raised eyebrows making you giggle. You remember one of your first dates when he took you to eat to the river, after a few hours Namjoon called in an emergency because he messed up the files on his computer, told him that he was calling him for hours and asked where the fuck he was –Namjoon’s words –. Yoongi never answered and later they found out he was with you. He tried to think of an answer, but you didn’t let him. “I don’t know, maybe he is not sure yet, it’s been a while since he had a girlfriend, but I know Jungkook, he really likes her, he will eventually come around.”
Yoongi stared at you as you were washing the glasses, too focused on cleaning to know what what’s going on in his head.
“Did you meet her?” He tried to change the subject.
“No! He would die of embarrassment, he said, but he showed me her instagram.” You said drying your hands to grab your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and looked for the girl’s insta. “See? She is cute.” Yoongi grabbed your phone in his hands and squinted his eyes like an old man, you laughed at that.
Yoongi saw a picture of a smiley girl seated on the beach with an ice cream cone in her hand, she looked nothing like the girls Jungkook was used to dating, but it made sense in his mind, he liked you after all. From the outside, everyone thought that you were too different, that Yoongi never liked a girl like you and that you never liked a guy like Yoongi, but from the inside he knew that there’s no one in this world that understands him more than you. He wanted to tell you all that, but something different came out of his mouth.
“You’re cuter.” He said with a straight face, making you look ridiculous when your cheeks burned red.
When you finished washing the dishes he changed into his pajamas and waited for you sitting on his bed, you were washing your teeth in the bathroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. It was easier when you were around, he didn’t have time to think about correct or wrong decisions, it was just you in his head.
And then, one more question popped up in his head –or maybe a few more than one– , why did he want to keep you so bad? What did you bring into his life that he didn’t already have?
Yoongi tried to convince himself that he wasn’t in love with you so many times that day that he believed he was about to have a headache because of it. He stared at his bedroom ceiling hoping that the answer appeared written in the white of it, knowing that it was impossible, thinking that there was no possible way that he loved you that much. He almost convinced himself that those months full of nights of gossip in his kitchen, back hugs before sleeping and innocent morning kisses were only products of his imagination. He almost made it, until you walked into the room wearing the tiniest pajama shorts he had ever seen and the tightest tank top, now the only rational thought left on his mind was how bad he wanted to sink his face in your ti–
“What are you thinking?” You asked, kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached your hand to run your fingers through his black hair, he sighed and realized he was about to give up. What should he answer? “Your tits”? “The suffocating knowledge that I'm falling in love with you and I don't know if I'm ready to give you my heart”? "The terrifying suspicion that maybe I already gave it to you"? Maybe he should say the truth, but not today. Instead, he chose to change the subject.
“Holly missed you.” You scoffed, looking behind you expecting to find his fluffy brown friend, when you didn’t see him you turned your head, offering him a tiny side smile.
“Mmm.. Did he tell you that?” You asked, starting to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, he grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him and pecked your lips, a simple gesture yet so intimate, Yoongi never kissed someone like that, he never reserved the little things for anyone but you. That included the food he cooked for you, the afternoons he let you sleep a quick nap on his chest before a class, the squeeze he gave you when you held his hand, the space in his wardrobe that he saved for your clothes only. God, he was so screwed.
“Yeah, he did. He also complained because nowadays you barely come to visit him. He was so sad last friday when you turned us down, you should’ve seen him.” He murmured, avoiding your eyes.
“I’m getting the feeling that you’re projecting right now. Maybe it is because last time I checked, Holly couldn’t talk.” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Mmm… give me a kiss.” Yoongi tried to reach for your lips but you pulled back, a devilish smile tugging from the corner of your lips.
“Bubba, did you miss me?” You asked. He lost count of the times he told you not to call him by that nickname, that it was the corniest thing in the world. You ignored him, you never stopped calling him like that. Deep down, Yoongi knew that he liked it, but he would never admit it.
“Did you?”
“I missed you a lot.” You never had trouble confessing things like that, there was never hesitation in your words, just the truth. “I wanted to invite you to come over so many times but I knew I wouldn’t get anything done if you were there…” Your hands played with the chain on his neck while his played with the hem of your shorts, there was an unspoken invitation in your words and he was happy to respond to it, you looked at him through your lashes with a innocent smile in your face which he scoffed at, he pulled you closer and caught your bottom lip between his teeth, never answering the question.
That night he was trying to fuck you hard and fast, maybe because he hadn't done it in two whole weeks and he was horny as hell watching you in those little shorts on top of him, or maybe that was jut an excuse and he, once again, was trying to convince his conscience that you two were just fucking, nothing more and nothing less, it didn't mean anything. But you turned his rough kiss into a sweet one, you dug your fingers into his hair at the back of his neck when he decided to grab your hips and flip you over to leave you under him. Yoongi knew that night you were in a sweet kinda mood when you stopped kissing his lips to start kissing his cheeks and trailed open mouth kisses down his neck. But he wasn't, he wasted no time in taking off your shorts and tank top, leaving you almost naked with only lace black panties as the only barrier for what he really wanted to see.
"Is that right?" He asked with a low voice as he started to drag his hand to your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb slowly. You sighed, too caught up in the feeling of his hand to answer him. "How much did you miss me?"
His other hand traveled down your stomach to stroke your center through the thin fabric sending chills to your spine. Yoongi didn't need you to answer, he knew how much you did by the way your body responded to his hands and the mix of stimulation, but he wanted to hear your answer. He moved his hand from your breast to grab your chin and move your neck to the side so he could start kissing your neck, making you whine his name softly as he pushed your panties aside and started rubbing your clit slow but hard.
“Too much.” You tried to answer in a huff, letting yourself lose in the sweet touch of fingertips and the sound of his low voice, getting wetter and wetter. It was so good but just not enough, and he knew it.
He took off his tshirt and his pants, creating the illusion that you were on the same page as him, but that was not the case. He curled two of his fingers around the black strap of your panties to push it down slowly, making you shiver. You were about to roll your eyes when he threw it away across the room dramatically, but his finger came back to your wet center making you whine softly, teasing your entrance with two of his fingers first before he sank them inside you.
Most of the time you were patient, waiting under him until he decided to make a move, but that night you were slightly desperate. It wasn’t a lie, you barely saw him in two weeks, the least he could do was not teasing you. You moved your hips at the same pace of his fingers trying to chase the feeling but with his free hands he grabbed your hips and pushed them down the mattress.
“Don’t.” That was the only word that could come out of your mouth.
“What?” He had the audacity to laugh.
“Don’t be like that with me.” You tried to argue but your words sounded almost like a beg.
“Why? Were you waiting all week for me to fuck you?” You watched his face going down your chest to find one of your breast to take it on his mouth, swirling your nipple with his wet tongue as his fingers kept fucking you slow, tortuously pulling them out to rub you clit and then coming back to curl them inside you, you arched your back. He caught your nipple between his teeth and bit it a little when you didn’t answer.
“Y-yes, I was.” You mumbled through a moan.
“Mmm… My good girl, so wet already for me, how bad you wanna get fucked?” He asked, accelerating his movements, the room filled with the sound of your cries only, two of his fingers deep inside you as his thumb fastly circled your clit.
“Yoongi..” You whined looking at him through hooded eyes and with swollen lips. Then, he stopped his movements abruptly.
“Do you want me to fuck you right now, to make you cum?” He removed his fingers and put his hands on each side of your head*. You sobbed silently in protest but he didn't care, that was exactly what he wanted from you. But you could only nod and redirect your gaze to his tight boxers. “I was going to make you wait, baby,” he scoffed, grabbing the elastic of his boxers and finally taking them off “Just like you made me wait for you for two weeks.” his hand gripped your thighs, opening your legs to display you as he liked, his eyes flying to his target, so wet and warm, he couldn't wait even if he tried. “But I can't when I have you spread like this just for me”
A cry left you when he started to rub his cock against your clit and folds, going up and down making you squirm under him, he told himself that he wouldn't tease that night, there was a little angel seated on his right shoulder telling him to be nice and not to do it, but the little devil seated on the left keep whispering to tease you until you were crying for his cock, he tried to find a balance between them, and he was going to try and making you wait and fuck you like he wanted, but he never liked a fifty-fifty in bed.
He pressed a kiss on your lips, opening his mouth slowly so he could languidly slip his tongue inside your mouth. His hands coming up to brush your nipples with his thumbs once again as he rolled his hips against your core making you gasp in anticipation, he whispered to your ear, “I need to hear what you want first.”
“I want.. you” You murmured, feeling caged between him and the mattress, mind too cloudy to think of an elaborated sentence.
“You want what, baby?” He asked, his nose touching with yours, lips brushing together as he spoke. The pressure between your legs started to become unbearable, your hips pushed forward to meet him but all he did was grab them to keep you in place. You arched your back and pressed your chest against his wrapping your legs on his waist, but that was not enough for him to decide himself to fill you up. He was so annoying, making you to say prescicely what he wanted to hear otherwise he wouldn't fuck you. You were the shy kind of girl in bed you met him, the first time he made you say your pussy was his, your face turned as red as a tomato, you never had said those things in bed but with Yoongi it was necessary, he loved hearing your whiny voice begging him to make you cum, and on the long way you learned that was exactly what you needed to do to get what you wanted. No matter how famous, or hot Yoongi was, at the end of the day, when he was balls deep inside of you, he was just a man and you took advantage of that.
“I want you… to fuck me.” You said giving in to him.
“Mmm… no pretty please?” He whispered, leaning to peck your lips sweetly as if he was mocking you. God, that made your walls clench around nothing in anticipation, almost daydreaming of the feeling of his cock fucking you open. He let out a mocking laugh when he realized how much it turned you on the way he was playing with you, he was such an asshole.
Decided, you grabbed his face with both of your hands and made him look at you, devoring his lips without warning “Please Yoon,” you said whining between kisses as you started to rub your center against his member, you could hear a low moan get stuck on his throat and you felt the grip on your hips get tighter “just fuck me please, it's been so long.”
It was rare to leave Yoongi without words when this wasn't the worst thing he had made you say in bed, but he was so hard at that point that all he could think of was being inside you. So he did, thrusting hard, stretching you open until your thighs started shaking.
“You always fit me so well.” Yoongi said out of breath. He was on edge too, trying to keep his chill-guy persona but already starting to fail as you rolled your hips just right against him, only focusing on your naked body and the the pretty noises you made, Yoongi was a bit dumb if he thought he had full control of you in bed when you knew exactly how to break him. “Tell me baby, am I the only one who gets to see you like this? To fuck you like this?” His voice came out in a groan as he pounded in and out your pussy slowly, the only thing you could think of was the hard drag of his cock wrapped around your walls and the tingling feeling in the low part of your tummy. Your breath got caught in your throat, he was being mean, making you wait as he dragged his hand down your body to circle your clit with the same pace as his thrusts. You were sure there was an answer somewhere in your mind, you just couldn't find it. When the only thing he heard in response were your sobs he slammed a particularly hard thrust making you snap out of your trance, squirming in pleasure.
“Y-yes! O-only you” You sobbed pushing your hips forward to meet his movements. It wasn't the first time that he asked questions like these when he didn't see you after a long time, Yoongi was almost predictable, almost.
He placed his face in the space between your neck and shoulder and pushed himself deeper inside you, happy with your answer he started to pick up a faster pace which left both of you breathing heavily, moaning loudly. “Are you going to cum all over my cock tonight, baby? Make a mess on my dick like a good girl?” He grunted, you tried to catch your breath to answer him but instead you nodded repeatedly, too lost in the sound of your bodies crashing each other and his low groans, his cock hitting all the right spots, brushing you sweet spot over and over again until the knot of your stomach started to grow tighter with each thrust. It wasn't long until you both started to get close to your climax, after all you had not fucked in two weeks after fucking every two days for months.
“My sweet girl, will you let me make you cum as much as I want?” He asked once again. Your mind tried to form a sentence good enough to answer him, but you could only moan in response, feeling how your pussy milked his member everytime it came out and came back inside. This time he doesn’t care that you don’t answer, too satisfied with the way your face looked, quiet cries slipping out of your lips, throwing your head back when he fucked you deeper.
Your walls started to tighten around his dick more and more, he was about to go crazy, thrusting a little sloppily already.
“Does it feel good?” He asks with a low voice just to feel the way your pussy clenched around him, he knew how much you liked the dirty way he talked to you.
“I-it feels too good.” You said, closing your eyes overwhelmed by how full you feel. A wave of pleasure washing over you, pressing your forehead against his shoulders, you knew you were close. Other nights you hold back as much as possible, enjoying the pressure between your legs, wanting to keep him inside you forever. Tonight you weren’t in the mood for waiting.
The sound of your moans invidaded him as he kept buring himself inside you, he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he was feeling how close he was to finish.
“Yoon.. I-I’m too… too close” You let him know in a sigh.
“I know, baby. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.” He said, still hiding in your neck, you nodded as if he could see you, his cock throbbing inside you in anticipation. He looked at you, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone.
You came moaning his name uncontrollably as he kept thrusting inside you, helping you ride your climax. He followed shortly after as if he was holding on until you do it first.
When you finished he brought a wet towel from the bathroom and helped cleaning you, grabbing your panties and putting them on for you. He climbed the bed and pecked your lips, he saw your messed up makeup and tried to wipe it with his thumb, failing miserably.
“I'm really happy that you finished your exams.” He confessed “You worked really hard, I’m proud of you.” You smiled brightly, it was no surprise for him that you had a praise kink.
“Thank you, bubba.” Yoongi tried really hard not to roll his eyes.
“And I missed you too.” He finally said.
“I knew it.” You just replied laughing.
No, you don’t know shit, Yoongi thought. You didn’t know how many times the image of your fucked up face when you were about to cum showed up in his head since you did. You didn’t know how bad it messed him up the look you gave him when you asked to be fucked again later that night. You didn’t know how much he missed you in those two weeks.
But, on contrary belief, you knew a thing or two. You weren’t stupid, you remembered that one night when Yoongi confessed you that his heart was broken two years ago, he never used those words though, but you didn’t have to be a shrink to notice that Yoongi was afraid to get hurt again. He was so cliché, even when he tried so hard not to.
Yoongi was, in fact, kind of dumb for thinking that you could ever hurt him, but at some point in the last two years he learnt that he had to build a wall every time he met a girl. The problem was when he met you and he realized that he liked you more than any other girl he had met. The problem was when he let you meet his brother one day and his brother told his mom, and his mom called him demanding to meet his new girlfriend. The problem was that he got used to seeing you in his studio couch and on his bed wearing his tshirt only. The problem showed up when he realized it was hell every morning when you had to leave early to catch a class and he begged you to stay, you never skipped them, but he didn't mind trying over and over again.
The problem was in that moment when he was about to fall asleep, arms wrapped around your naked body, trying so hard not to give up but in the end he does, he’s in love with you.
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zehakoo · 24 days ago
sugar | myg
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pairings » ceo!yoongi x f. reader
genre » strangers to lovers, neighbours au, fluff, smut
summary » desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friend’s friend and the finest man you’ve ever encountered.
warnings » drinking, swearing, kissing, pool party, cold yoongi, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, foreplay, blowjob, fingering, dirty talk, making out, some nipple play, begging, praise kink, orgasm control, hair grabbing, penetration, teasing, just yoongi being hot
word count » 11k
a/n » some italics part indicate past dialogues and some indicate personal thoughts.
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You had just finished placing the last few boxes in your new apartment with the help of your friend, Hoseok.
“Thank you so much Hobi! I don't think I could've done this without you.” You said, smiling at him.
“Are you crazy Y/N? Don't thank me, what are friends for?” He retorted, being offended by the fact that you thought he wouldn’t have helped you, whether you asked him to or not.
“No it’s just that you’ve been busy and I didn't want to bother you. I'd feel horrible knowing you can’t rest the one day you’re free just because of me.” You explained, feeling a bit guilty.
“Hey, it’s all cool. I'm glad you finally found yourself an apartment though, it's nice here.” He replied, looking around the place as you can see how satisfied he was with the amount of sunlight approaching the room.
“Indeed it is.” You nodded, agreeing with him.
It finally feels like home, your home.
“Better treat me to a nice dinner later missy.” He joked making you chuckle.
“Of course mister. After I set up the apartment properly that is.” You joked back.
“Do you need help with setting anything up? You know I can always jus—“
You sighed before walking up to him and intertwining your hands with his.
”Hobi, I'm fine. I want to do this all on my own now. I really appreciate your help though, you’ve been nothing but a hardworking and supportive best friend. Thank you so much for always being there for me, I love you.” You blurted out.
“Now, should I take that as you officially confessing your love for me Y/N?” He smirked.
You rolled your eyes, “As friends Hoseok, but seriously, thank you so much for everything.”
“Of course, anytime, I’m just a call away you know.” He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a hug.
You hummed, instantly giving into his warm body with your head resting on his chest. Both of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes until the sudden ringing of a phone made you two pull apart. Hoseok fetched his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans and widened his eyes looking at the caller ID.
“Shit! I need to go Y/N. Sorry, I forgot I had to meet mom today.”
“It's fine Hobi, thanks once again and tell your mom I said ‘hi’.” You replied, leading him to the door.
“Will do.” He asserted, opening the door to walk out.
“By the way my friend lives in that apartment. If you need anything you can ask him, I'll let him know about you.” He said, pointing at a door across the hallway to which you nodded.
“Alright thanks Hobi, bye!” You beamed.
“Bye Y/N,” and with that he left. You went back inside, closed the door and leaned your back on it. You admired your apartment space and tried to figure out where to start setting up from.
After 10 long hours, you finally sat down on the sofa you had just finished arranging.
“My head hurts now.” You whined.
Knowing exactly what you need to ease it down, you made your way towards the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee. However, you realized that your plan of getting groceries today didn’t work out and you didn’t have any sugar left in the house.
A sudden thought of calling Hoseok to bring you some came to your mind but you quickly dismissed it knowing it’s 10pm. You didn’t want to bother him anymore. That's when your mind clicked, recalling Hoseok's words before he left.
His friend.
For a good 7 minutes, you debated on whether you should knock and ask for some sugar or not before finally concluding your decision. You definitely need a cup of coffee or your headache will get even worse and you know you won’t move a single inch to finish setting up the left bit of the apartment.
“Fuck it!” You mumbled and quickly slid a purple hoodie over your tank top before leaving your apartment.
Standing in front of a door similar to yours, you took a deep breath before knocking on it. You don’t even know why you’re so nervous, he’s Hoseok's friend and your neighbor. Neighbours help each other right?
Not getting any response back the first time, you knocked again. Still not getting any response, you decided to leave but the door suddenly opened. You stood there in shock, seeing such a handsome man standing by the door. He was wearing an oversized white shirt over black track pants with a white towel wrapped around his neck. It looked like he just came out of the shower and was trying to dry his wet locks.
“Yes?” He questioned in a deep voice, staring straight into your soul.
“Umm hey, I don’t know if he told you yet but I’m Hoseok's friend that moved in. I ran out of sugar and I needed it this instant, so is it okay if I can borrow some? I’ll make sure to give you bac—“
What the fuck. Did he just slam the door on your face? What does he think of himself? Of course you just had to encounter another person with good looks but a shitty personality. You never knew Hobi had such a rude friend. You scoffed and started walking back to your apartment but suddenly heard the door behind you click open again.
“Where are you going?”
You immediately turn around only to spot Hoseok's friend standing, peeking out his door.
“I thought yo—“ before you could complete your sentence you saw him walking towards you.
“Take the whole pack, I'm not wasting time taking out only a bit.” He stated, handing over a whole 2kg bag of sugar.
“Oh I don’t need that mu—“
“Just take it. Pay me a quarter back later.” He retorted, pushing it further to you as you took it.
Guess he’s not that bad, just a man with a cold personality.
“Uh okay, thanks—“ before you could even ask for his name or say anything, he was already walking back to his place. You watched him stop in-front of his doorway and reach his hand out to twist the door knob, before briefly glancing at you.
“It’s nice finally meeting you Y/N, I'm Yoongi.”
It's been two days since you moved in and had that encounter with Yoongi. You remember ranting to Hoseok about it yesterday which only led him to erupt into laughter.
“He’s just like that Y/N, at least he gave you some sugar. He was probably tired from work so don't think too much. Yoongi doesn’t talk much but he’s nice.”
Although he has good looks you wish to never face him again, but here you are. Hoseok’s words ringing in your head as you once again find yourself standing in front of his door. Before you could even knock, the door opened itself revealing Yoongi. You can see that he was also in the same shock as you. I mean why wouldn’t he be? He definitely wouldn’t have expected you out of everyone to be standing by his doorway, first thing on a Monday morning.
“Good morning! I just wanted to return your pack of sugar and pay for it, here’s the money.” You said, extending the quarter and the pack of sugar to him.
“Oh, thanks.”
Your eyes then finally travelled down to his outfit. He was wearing a black blazer with a white shirt underneath, neatly tucked into his black dress pants as one of his hands carried a pair of shades. You looked back up and noticed how his hair was neatly parted through the middle.
Fuck he looks hot.
One thing about Hoseok, that man has some really good looking fucking friends. You’ve met three of them before Yoongi. If you may recall, the three being Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. You don’t think you have ever seen a friend group consisting of such good looking people, to be honest. He hasn’t introduced you to the other two yet but you’re sure they’re probably hella fine as well.
“Do you need anything else?” You didn’t realize that you had been staring at him so his voice slightly made you flinch.
“Huh? Uh no sorry i’ll take my leave now, thank you once again.” You smiled to which he nodded, and you left.
“Mom you didn’t have to, you know?” You said to your mom as the two of you were in the elevator, going up to your apartment.
“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. My daughter bought her own apartment with her own money for the first time and you think I wouldn’t come visit?” She retorted.
“I don’t mean it like that, it’s a 2 hour drive away and dad is sick.“
“Your dad is fine now and just recently started going back to work, don’t worry too much.” She assured, as the both of you had walked out the elevator and made it in front of your apartment door.
“Alright, I'm sure he didn’t come since he would be busy catching up with work so I’ll go meet him at the company sometime this week.” You said, opening the door with your keys.
“Of course, he’ll be so happy to see you.” She beamed.
When the two of you stepped foot inside, your mom began scanning the whole place. Going through the whole apartment, she kept the same look until the two of you had sat down on the sofa.
“Oh my god Y/N, it’s beautiful, I love it!” She exclaimed, making you chuckle.
“I’m glad you liked it, I worked hard on arranging everything nicely with the help of Yoora of course.”
“It looks wonderful! I'm so proud of you and speaking of Yoora, how is she and Hoseok?” Your mom asked, holding your hands.
“Yoora and Hoseok are both fine, just busy these days. They sent their greetings to you though,” you replied.
“Make sure to send my greetings back, tell them that I miss them and am very thankful that you have friends like them.”
“That would definitely boost their ego but will do,” you said, making the two of you laugh.
You spent almost 4 hours talking to your mom and even facetimed Hoseok and Yoora in the middle. The two complained about how busy they were with work while you were lucky enough to have 2 weeks off. The three of you have been best friends since you were 5 so all your parents loved the three of you like their own children. Your mom and the two had the time of their life talking to each other after so long. It was almost around 8pm when you heard knocking on your door. Who would it be at this time? You wondered.
“You had someone coming over?” Your mom asked.
“No but I think the parcel I ordered came in. Let me go check,” you answered as she nodded.
You got up and walked towards the door. Once you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of a huge brown box and a man dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans. His hair was fluffy too. Very boyfriend material of him but he wasn’t a delivery man—
“Uh hey, you actually had this box outside your door this afternoon and you weren’t home so I took it to my place in case someone takes it.” He nervously explained.
“Oh my god, thank you so much!” You exclaimed.
“It’s a bit heavy, let me help you carry it inside.” He insisted, seeing you struggling to get the box in.
“Oh thanks, I'm so sorry you had to carry it to your place.” You apologized thinking of how he might’ve struggled to carry your huge and heavy parcel to his apartment. Hoseok was right, he is nice.
“Right here is fine Yoongi, thank you once again,” you said, finally placing the box down.
“It’s fin-“
“Oh my, who might this young man be?” You heard your mom ask.
Oh shit, you completely forgot she was here.
“He’s just my neighbour, don’t assume anything mom.” You declared before she could say anything more.
“You know you don’t have to hide anything from me right?” She smiled as you saw how Yoongi's eyes widened, understanding what she meant.
“Mom. I’m not hiding anything, he lives across the hallway we met just a couple days ago.”
“Well then invite this handsome neighbour of yours for dinner at least.”
“Mom!” You whined showing her exactly how embarrassed and mad you are.
“It’s nice to meet you ma'am and thank you for your invite but I’m afraid I can’t accept it as I have other plans and need to leave sorry.”
That was so formal, he sounded so nice.
“Oh I see, such a respectful man. Please come next time when you’re free, I'm sure Y/N can cook you some delicious food.”
“Uh of course ma'am, have a goodnight, I’ll take my leave now.” Yoongi stated before locking eyes with you and walking out the door.
As soon as you heard the door shut, you immediately locked it and rushed towards your mom to rant about what just happened and how embarrassing it was.
“We should go eat Y/N,” your mom said, having enough of you rambling on and on.
You sighed, “you’re right. I'm very hungry, let's go eat!”
You were now walking back to your apartment after dropping off your mom by the car your dad had sent for her to go back from. She left a little while after having dinner and made sure to convince you to befriend Yoongi and possibly start dating him.
There’s no way you would. You two don’t even know each other and he’s too rude sometimes.
Speaking of Yoongi, you need to apologize to him about your mom. You know there’s no way you’d face him after the embarrassing situation that occurred so you texted him instead. Surprisingly he texted back in just a few minutes.
[y/n] 9:38pm: Hey, this is y/n
[y/n] 9:39pm: I just wanted to apologize for how my mom reacted. I’m so sorry, she’s just like that, I hope you understand and forget whatever happened.
[yoongi] 9:43pm: it’s okay, I already forgot
[yoongi] 9:43pm: but how did you get my number?
[y/n] 9:43pm: from hoseok
[yoongi] 9:45pm: alright, well I gtg
[y/n] 9:46pm: oh ok bye goodnight
[yoongi] 9:46pm: gn
dry texter but whatever, now that that’s cleared, you can peacefully sleep.
“Yoora, I’m on my way to meet dad right now, I’ll call you later okay.” You said, eyes focused on the road ahead of you.
“You better call though, I have some important news to share.”
“Okay okay don’t worry, I will. I need to know your tea anyways.”
You heard her chuckle, “trust me you would love it.”
“On second thoughts, tell me now.” You retorted, getting excited about the ‘important news’ she wanted to share.
“Nope, call me later bye!”
“Yoora no!” You yelled but she hung up already.
You wondered what happened in the span of 3 days that got her so excited. The last time you talked was when your mom was here. She was completely fine and normal so something big definitely happened. Thinking about Yoora and her important news, you didn’t even realize that you already reached your dad's company.
Parking the car and walking inside the tall glass building, you were greeted by the two beautiful receptionists who immediately recognized you as the chairman’s daughter.
“Hey, is dad free?” You asked the receptionist at the front desk.
“He’s in his office Miss Y/N, but I’ll call him and let him know you’re here.” She responded.
“Uh no! I actually wanted to surprise him so there is no need to inform him. I’ll just go.” You protested.
“Alright but he has someone over right now.”
“It's okay, I'll just wait outside his office till he’s done.” You said.
“As you wish Miss Y/N.” She respectfully bowed.
You returned it and walked towards your dad's office being all excited to meet him and ready to scold him for getting sick. Once you reached the hallway to your dad’s office, you were surprised to see a familiar figure and someone you thought you would never meet here of all places.
“Yoongi? What are you doing here?” You questioned as you walked up to him.
“Y/N?” He raised a brow turning towards you.
“You two know each other?” Your dad beamed in.
“Dad!” You exclaimed and jumped into his arms.
“Hey sweetheart, how are you?” He asked.
“I'm all good, how are you now?”
“Much better, especially now that you're here.” He replied, ruffling your hair as the two of you chuckled.
“Anyways back to my question, you two know each other?” Your dad asked once again.
“We’re neighbours.” Yoongi and you retorted at the same time.
“Dad, how do you know him and why are you here Yoongi?” You questioned both of them.
“He’s the CEO of Min Productions, we just finalized a deal and collaboration.” Your dad proudly announced.
You were beyond shocked. Yoongi, Min Yoongi, your neighbour, Hoseok's friend, he is the CEO of one of the biggest companies in all of South Korea.
“I was going to tell you about him to help with your work but good thing you came. Maybe we can just discuss all that right now. If that’s fine with you and Yoongi of course.” Your dad said, eyeing the two of you.
“Sure, I don’t have any other schedule for today.” Yoongi confirmed.
“Perfect! How about you Y/N?” Your dad asked.
“Oh yea sure.” You replied, still baffled about the new information you had just learned about Yoongi.
With that, the three of you went inside your dad's office and discussed a few deals, details and designs you could all work on. Your dad had two companies and you were working in the other smaller one. The companies were known for their great interior house designing. Yoongi's company being the biggest and most famous one in that field.
“I want to do something big this time.” Your dad heaved out. He was sitting on the couch beside you and in front of Yoongi, deep in thought about what he can do.
“What do you mean by that dad?” You muddled.
“Maybe a showcase-like exhibition.” Yoongi remarked, ignoring your confused state.
“Perfect! That’s a great idea, we'll do that.” Your dad happily exclaimed.
“Wait, so we’ll hold an exhibition with our new designs? Like how Ikea has those fake displays?” You asked, amazed by the idea.
“Something exactly like that.” Yoongi confirmed.
“Oh my god, you’re so smart. I’m sure this will benefit all our companies ” You exclaimed jolting up from your seat, making both Yoongi and your dad look up at you surprised.
“Uh sorry I just got a bit excited.” You murmured and sat back down making your dad chuckle.
“Yoongi, do you have any set date for the exhibition in mind?” Your dad asked, looking back at him.
“How about 4 months from now? Our company is low on furniture stock right now so it’ll take about a month to get them and 2-3 months to set all the designs.” Yoongi replied.
“Hmm, I think that’s great. Within the month you guys get furniture we can make the presentations with selected designs and a location to display the exhibition.” You suggested.
“Yea sure, we can have another meeting to discuss that later.” Yoongi said to which you and your dad both nodded.
A few minutes later your dad’s words were interrupted by a spam of text messages on your phone.
“Sorry Dad, I'm just gonna check to see if everything is fine.” You said, pulling out your phone to which he nodded and continued talking to Yoongi.
[yoora] 2:13pm: are you done yet???
[yoora] 2:13pm: please tell me you are
[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s been almost 4 hours
[yoora] 2:14pm: I still need to share my news
[yoora] 2:14pm: it’s important.
[yoora] 2:15pm: pleaseee Y/N!!
[yoora] 2:15pm: reply or i’ll never tell you.
[y/n] 2:16pm: jeez woman you need to stop spamming!
[yoora] 2:16pm: fucking finally!!!
[y/n] 2:16pm: and fyi, it’s only been 3 hours
[yoora] 2:16pm: same thing
[y/n] 2:17pm: anyways, i’m almost done here so tell me where to meet you
[yoora] 2:17pm: my place.
[y/n] 2:17pm: alright, see you soon
[yoora] 2:17pm: okayy see you soon!!
“Dad I actually have to leave right now.” You announced, closing your phone screen.
“So suddenly? Is everything okay?” He asked, face frowning with concern. Yoongi was staring at you as well.
“Yes dad everything is fine. I just need to go drop by at Yoora’s place.” You responded.
“Oh I see, take care and send my greetings her way.” He said standing up.
“Will do, I’ll leave now and please take care of yourself.” You said, hugging your dad. Your eyes then landed on Yoongi.
“Uh it’s an honour to be working with you Mr. Min.” You said professionally, extending your hand towards him.
You heard him chuckle, showing off his gummy smile before responding to your handshake. “Just call me Yoongi.”
“You have a what!” You yelled, choking on the water you were gulping down.
“I have a boyfriend.” Yoora stuttered out, playing with her fingers.
“Oh my god Yoora, this is huge!” You exclaimed, putting aside the glass of water and holding her hands.
“I know, he’s actually coming over in a few minutes.” She said, making you widen your eyes.
“Why did you call me then! Do I know him? What’s his name? How long have you been dating?” You bombarded her with questions.
“Y/N calm down, I wanted to tell you before anyone and I don’t think you know him but you’ve definitely heard of him. He’s actually one of Hoseok's friends.” Yoora said, making you frown.
“Really? Who?” You questioned.
Before she could even reply, the doorbell rang.
“I think that’s him.”
You watched as Yoora walked over to the door, opened it and got crushed by a muscular figure hugging her.
“Hi babe, I missed you.” You heard a deep male voice, followed by a chuckle and a “I missed you too.” from Yoora. You smiled at that as you were beyond happy for your best friend.
As the couple walked in, you stood up from the couch and finally saw the man's face. Hoseok's friend huh? Once again very good looking.
“Hey you must be Y/N. I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, It’s nice finally meeting you.” He introduced himself, extending his hand towards you.
“So you’re the man that stole my best friend's heart and my other best friend's car. It’s nice finally meeting you too, Jungkook.” You joked whilst shaking his hand.
“I— let’s not talk about the car incident. Hoseok still hates me for that.” He nervously laughed, making both you and Yoora chuckle.
“Anyways how and since when have you two been dating?” You asked curiously.
“Uh we’d been talking for 7 months after the party we met in and started dating 3 months ago.” Jungkook said, making you squint your eyes at Yoora. She told you about meeting this hot guy at the one party you couldn’t attend, but never told you that they had been talking afterwards.
“I’m sorry, I know I should have told you sooner but we wanted to be sure about our relationship before telling anyone and don’t be mad, you’re still the first one to know anyways.” Yoora apologetically retorted and you immediately softened your eyes.
“It’s fine, I’m so happy for you both. Jungkook please keep her happy and never break her heart or I swear I’ll kill you.” You threatened him.
“I swear I won’t, I love her too much.” He confessed looking at Yoora. You saw the love he had for her in his eyes and how flustered Yoora got.
He’s definitely the one for her.
“Well I guess I’ll leave you two be, don’t want to to be a third wheel.” You laughed.
“No no please don’t. I know you’re free today and we haven’t been hanging out a lot lately. Jungkook doesn't mind, I already told him.” She pleaded. Your eyes wandered off to Jungkook for confirmation and he nodded with a smile.
“Are you sure?” You asked, still having second thoughts.
“We’re sure, we can watch a movie if you’d like.” Jungkook suggested.
You sighed and smiled. “Alright, sounds good.”
Yoora squealed and stood up, “I’ll go get the popcorn and some drinks ready!”
“Why don’t you two catch up and choose a movie while I go get that hm?” Jungkook insisted, leaving a peck on Yoora’s forehead before heading towards the kitchen.
As soon as he left, you immediately hugged Yoora.
“Oh my god! He’s so sweet and good looking, literally your type.” You quietly exclaimed.
“I know right! I’m so glad I didn't ditch that party Hobi took me too that day. The guys there and Hoseok's friends were so nice and hot. You would’ve found yourself a man as well.” She excitedly whispered back.
You quietly chuckled, “I admit Hoseok’s friends are really nice and hot but you know why I couldn’t come.”
“Right, speaking of that, I forgot to ask how it went with your dad. How’s he feeling now?”
“Much better, he’s been taking all his medications on time and started working again. Dad also sent his greetings your way.” You smiled.
“That’s great! Make sure to send my greetings back to him,” She replied, making you nod.
“Of course! Well, let's choose a movie now.” You said, grabbing the remote from the table.
“Marvel!” The two of you exclaimed.
“Spider-man!” You jumped up, causing you both to laugh out loud.
“I heard Marvel and Spider-man, I’m so ready to watch.” Jungkook beamed, coming out of the kitchen with popcorn, drinks and other snacks in his arms.
“Jungkook, you're a Marvel and Spider-man fan too!” You excitedly asked.
“No shit Sherlock, who isn’t?” He cockily responded, making the three of you laugh.
“Okay, okay, let’s watch!”
You didn’t even realize when the three of you finished watching 3 movies before ordering a take out and leaving her place. It was really fun and Jungkook was an amazing guy. You’re so happy for Yoora.
“Y/N please come to the party!” Yoora whined over the phone while you were cooking yourself some pasta for dinner.
“No buts, you’re coming and that's final.” She stated.
“I’m not sure about it though.” You sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Oh come on, Jimin literally called and personally invited you.”
“I know but we’re not so close.”
“So what? Me, Jungkook and Hoseok, we’re all going to be there as well.” She retorted, trying to convince you for the past 15 minutes now.
“Fine, but I don’t have a—“
“Don't even worry about that. I have a sexy black one piece you could wear. Just decide on a suitable dress or some shorts and a nice top to go along with it.”
“Okay, thanks.”
She knows you too well.
“Don’t thank me, you know our rule.” She said, trying to sound mad.
“Right my bad.” You chuckled.
“Oh Jungkooks here! I'll call you tomorrow and drop off the one piece.” She exclaimed.
“Yeah sure.” You replied.
“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow then, bye.”
“Yeah see you, bye.” With that, the two of you ended the call.
Jimin had called you three days ago, inviting you to his house for a pool party which was being held on Saturday. You weren’t sure if you’d go since you’d only met each other once and weren’t too close. However, now that Yoora had successfully ended up convincing you to attend the party, you realized it wasn’t such a bad idea. You could spend some time with Hoseok, Yoora and some other friends.
It had also been a little over a month since you had started working on the exhibition with Yoongi. As promised, you did all the research on possible locations and compiled various interior designs to use for display. You’d definitely be using this pool party as a way to unravel and celebrate the successful presentation you gave a few days prior. You’d been quite nervous as you didn’t want to disappoint your father or Yoongi. Despite your nerves, you decided to go ahead with it. Turned out that you had done remarkably well, impressing Yoongi as a turnout.
Today was Thursday, meaning you’d only have a day to prepare yourself. Most of tomorrow will be gone as you know you’ll find yourself drowning in work. The party is in the evening of Saturday so you’ll get everything ready the morning prior.
You stood by the edge of your bed, staring at the pile of mess you just made. You were frustrated and confused as to what to wear to the party later in the evening.
Not wanting to spoil your whole mood, you decided to facetime Yoora and let her decide. As you were about to call her, something clicked in your mind.
You totally forgot.
You knew it’d be rude to call her in the middle of this so you decided to break it down to two outfits. You took pictures wearing both and just sent her the pics.
[y/n] 12:18pm: Yoora I know you're having lunch with Jungkook and his parents but when you have time please choose which one I should wear.
*insert image*
*insert image*
After you quickly sent the text, you ran to the kitchen to grab some food to eat. You were really excited about the pool party. The one piece Yoora gave was indeed sexy and fits your body perfectly. You sure were going to have fun tonight.
As soon as you sat on the sofa with a bag of doritos, you received a notification. You smiled and clicked on it knowing it’ll just be Yoora but—
What the fuck!?
[yoongi] 12:23pm: Y/N? this is Yoongi, I think you’ve got the wrong person.
[y/n] 12:24pm: oh my god! I'm so sorry I think I misread yours and Yoora’s name.
[yoongi] 12:24pm: Oh it’s fine
Your heart was beating so fast right now. You accidentally sent two pictures of yourself to Yoongi. It took you about a good six minutes to calm down but as soon as you were okay, you received another notification
[yoongi] 12:32pm: If you're open to receive another opinion though, I'd say the second one.
You blinked your eyes and kept staring at the text. Not gonna lie, that did something to your heart. You felt butterflies in your stomach.
[y/n] 12:35pm: oh alright thanks
[yoongi] 12:37pm: np:)
[hobi] 5:56pm: hey I’m downstairs
[y/n] 5:56pm: give me two mins i’ll be down
[hobi] 5:56pm: okay I’m waiting
You quickly fix your hair, put on your wedges and give yourself a quick glance in the mirror before leaving your apartment.
You are going to go to Jimin's party with Hoseok today. It’s been a while since you last met him considering his sudden trip to Chicago for two weeks.
Stepping out of the apartment entrance, you saw Hoseok leaning against his silver BMW. He didn’t notice you as his eyes were too focused on his phone.
“Hobi!” You beam, running up to him.
“Hey Y/N!” He beams back, trapping you into a bear hug.
“You look nice.” He compliments, eyeing your blue jean shorts and black off shoulder crop top which show off your belly piercing and sharp collarbones.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You retort, eyeing his white shorts and blue striped shirt.
“I never look bad.” He states whilst adjusting the shades resting on his head, making you roll your eyes.
“Anyways, how was Chicago?” You ask.
“It was amazing! I met a girl there actually.” He answers, making your eyes widen.
“Oh my god what!” You exclaim, causing him to let out a chuckle at your reaction.
“I’ll tell you on the way, get in the car first or we’ll be late.” He remarks, already walking towards the driver seat.
“Oh yea let’s go.” You say, opening the car door and settling yourself in.
Once he starts driving, your curiosity grows bigger.
“So?” You start, staring at his side profile.
“So what?” He asks, taking a quick glance at you before staring back at the road. You know he knows exactly what you’re referring to.
“Jung Hoseok.” His name comes sternly out your mouth.
“Fine fine, her name is Aera. She's actually Korean and is currently studying at a law school in Chicago. She still has a year to go and then she’ll come back.”
“Stop, that's so cool. So you’ll wait till she comes back?” You curiously ask.
“Yeah we both seem to like each other and we’ve been talking ever since I got back.” He shyly replies.
“Hobi, that’s great! Omg I'm so happy for you.” You squeal as he thanks you before turning on some music.
“To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I’d be available to pick you up tonight so I was going to tell Yoongi to bring you along with him.”
“Wait. Yoongi’s coming?” You ask, horror evident in your eyes.
“Of course we’re all friends, he’s Jimin's friend too, did you forget?” He laughs, eyes still focused on the road.
Great, just great. Now you have to face him after accidentally sending him your pics. Can this get any worse and embarrassing? You know you had to face him on Monday for work but within 5-6 hour after the incident…
After about 15 minutes, you see Hoseok pulling up at a parking lot with a huge mansion behind it.
Jimin lives here what the fuck!
“This isn’t Jimin's house, it's his family farm house.” Hobi confirms, as if he read your mind.
“Oh I see, it’s really pretty.” You mumble.
“It is. Now quit staring at it and let’s go in, I'll finally introduce you to Taehyung as well,” he says, making you nod. You follow him to the door and watch him ring the bell. When the door opens, the two of you are greeted by Jimin himself.
“Hoseok! Hey bro.” Jimin pulls Hoseok into a hug before turning towards you.
“Y/N hey! Glad you made it, it's been a while huh?” He exclaims, reaching in for a hug which you gladly accept.
“It sure has, thank you for inviting Jimin.” You beam a smile at him.
“Of course anytime, we’re friends now.” He smiles in return.
“But she’s my best friend.” Hoseok speaks in between, making you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Yeah yeah anyways, come in and make yourself at home.” Jimin says, guiding the two of you inside.
As soon as you step in, you are hit by the smell of alcohol as the song Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars blasts loudly through the speakers. Of course the first thing you notice is the beautiful interior of the house, you were amazed by it. Then you notice people scattered all around the house.
Jimin takes it upon himself to lead you and Hoseok to the backyard even though Hobi seemed to know the way. Once you reach, you see many more bodies dancing around, drinking, smoking, making out and playing in the pool.
“The bar is right there, you can get whatever you want. Please enjoy and don’t hesitate to ask for anything else, I'll be around.” Jimin says, pointing at the bar where people were sitting and bartenders were serving drinks.
Jimin definitely seems rich. I mean, his family owns Park Motels after all.
“Yeah, till everyone actually gets here at least. We all know you’d be hooking up with someone soon Jimin.” Hoseok snickers whilst you press your lips together to try to hold in your laugh.
“Shut up! Don’t embarrass me like that. Geez don’t listen to him Y/N.” Jimin replies.
“It’s totally fine Jimin, it’s your party of course you’ll enjoy.” You assure.
“See! Y/N is so kind, not judging me unlike someone else here,” he says, glaring at Hoseok to which he responds by rolling his eyes.
“Hey Jimin!” the three of you look back to see Namjoon, Seokjin, Jungkook, Yoora and this other man you don’t think you’ve ever met walking towards you.
Maybe he’s Taehyung?
“Hey guys!” Jimin and Hoseok beam as Yoora comes and hugs you.
“Y/N! It’s so good to see you again.“ Seokjin politely says as Namjoon agrees and passes his dimple smile towards you.
“Likewise. How are you guys?” You ask.
“Perfectly fine. How about you?” The two say in return.
“I’m fine too.” You smile and wave at Jungkook who waves back.
“Oh and I believe you two haven’t met. Y/N this is Taehyung and Taehyung this is Y/N.” Jimin adds, pointing towards the man you’d assume was Taehyung indeed.
“Hey, I’ve heard a lot about you Y/N,” his deep ocean-like voice speaks as he motions his hand forward to you. You blink your eyes and immediately shake his hand.
He looks so dreamy and handsome.
“I could say the same Taehyung, nice to meet you.”
Soon enough, the 6 boys are chatting amongst themselves and you quietly start whispering to Yoora beside you, “How the hell are his friends so good looking?”
“I don’t know. Well let’s see, Namjoon and Seokjin have a girlfriend while me and Jungkook are together so Jim—“
“Really!” You exclaim louder than you thought, once knowing two of them have girlfriends. This makes the 6 men snap their heads towards you and Yoora.
“Any problem girls? You okay Y/N?” Namjoon asks.
“Uh yeah actually, me and Y/N are going to head to the pool now, is that fine?” Yoora asks, hooking her arm under yours.
“Of course have fun! The changing room is right there.” Jimin says, pointing to a door beside the glass window leading into the house.
“Got it thanks!” Yoora beams before holding your hand and dragging the two of you towards the change room. Of course after making sure she gives Jungkook a quick peck on his lips and cheek.
You can feel the gazes being thrown at you. You’re not even complaining because damn right you look sexy and amazing tonight. Yoora told you a thousand times before the two of you stepped out of the changing room seconds ago.
Making your way towards the pool, you already see Hoseok and his friends in there, shirtless. You look away spotting Jimin making out with a girl in a hot pink bikini only to find Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook talking to one another in the corner while Namjoon and Seokjin were each talking to a girl. Maybe it’s their girlfriends.
When you get into the pool, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jungkook swim towards you and Yoora, making sure to splash some water your way on purpose. As a reflex, the two of you bring your hands forward to block the water and look to the side.
“My girls are looking sexy.” Hoseok beams, snaking his arms around your bare waists. The two of you don’t mind knowing it’s just Hoseok and the three of you are very much comfortable with each other. I mean, you’ve practically known each other for twenty years now.
“Don’t we always.” You two retort as Hobi gives you both the ‘as if, I've seen you at your worst’ look.
“Anyways, we are going to start beach volleyball in the pool, wanna join?” Taehyung asks in between.
“We’d love to!” The two of you exclaim and so everyone gathers up to play.
After two long hours of playing around and having fun in the pool, You and Yoora decide to come out and dry yourselves up. You received a few drinks in the pool but the two of you needed to sit down to talk whilst enjoying another nice drink.
The two of you dry yourselves up in the change room before running towards the bar stools. You make sure to wear shorts over your one piece before you do though.
“One Margarita for me!” Yoora exclaims before turning to you, telepathically asking what you’d like.
“I’d like the same,” you respond, making the bartender nod and leave to get your drinks ready.
They served it in just seconds, wow.
“So how was lunch with Jungkook's parents?” You start, clinking your glass with hers.
“Oh my god I was literally nervous for no reason, they were like the sweetest people ever,” she coos.
“Really, that’s amazing! Still can’t get over how gorgeous you look tonight by the way. I bet Jungkook won’t be able to keep his hands to himself, not that he was in the pool anyways.” You tease your best friend who showed up in a yellow and purple two piece, paired with an off the shoulder, floral white dress to go over it.
As if on cue, Jungkoook makes his way over to the two of you and stands beside Yoora.
“Hey Y/N! Can I steal her from you for a bit?” He asks whilst licking his lips.
“Of course, take her for as long as you want. Have fun you two.” You sheepishly grin, glancing between the two and notice Yoora glaring at you while Jungkook stands there with a smirk plastered on his face.
“Oh we will, thanks.” Jungkook replies, eyeing your best friend before snaking a hand around her waist and taking her inside.
As soon as Yoora and Jungkook leave, you order another drink and patiently sit there while staring at the crowd. Half of them are in the pool and the other half are dancing.
“Mind if I join you?” Your eyes widen as you immediately jerk your head up to see Yoongi staring down at you.
“Uh no not at all,” you respond, fidgeting with the glass of red wine the bartender had just served to you.
“Great. A single malt scotch whiskey please,” he orders, taking a seat on the stool beside you which was previously occupied by Yoora.
For a moment you both sit there in silence while taking sips of your drinks. From the corner of your eyes, you feel Yoongi's eye on you so you slowly move your head to take a glance at him.
“Do you have something to say?” You ask, trying your best not to stutter knowing you are under his sharp gaze.
“Yes well, we have a meeting on Thursday, just a reminder.” He states to which you quietly nod.
“Right. Thanks for remin—“
“Y/N! Yoongi! Come on, don't sit around, let’s go dance.” Hoseok excitedly exclaims as he wraps his arms around the both of you before dragging you two to the dance floor.
Hoseok twirls you around before showing off some moves of his own. Taehyung being the gentleman he is, greets you before grasping your hand to sway you around a few times. You laugh and find yourself dancing along to the music. Such a nice and fun guy.
Yoongi stands there watching the three of you, well mostly you. Unknowingly he feels his heart racing. It was something about your exposed legs, collarbones, the belly piercing and wet hair. You look beautiful under the neon lights flashing over your face, swaying your hips perfectly to match the rhythm.
Soon enough, many more bodies start to join, making the space become tighter. Yoongi then realizes that your body was now pressed against his. Your hands are resting on his shoulder in need of support while his hands just stay by his side, not daring to touch you.
The two of you find yourselves lost in an intense eye lock. The loud music blasting in the background, starts fading away as Yoongi finds it harder to resist himself.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Yoongi growls, not taking his eyes off you as you don’t either.
“Like what?” You mumble, enough for him to hear. You make sure to squeeze his shoulders and biceps before slowly trailing one of your hands down to his chest. You don’t know where you got this sudden confidence from but you’re going to blame the alcohol for it.
“Fuck you’re gonna regret this,” he mumbles back, lightly flicking his tounge over his lips which you find super hot. You feel intoxicated with the tone of his voice, his strong breezy cologne and his not so minty but alcohol scented breath.
Your bodies are pressed against each other yet his hands are still not touching you. It was driving you crazy. He was driving you crazy.
You didn’t want to but you find yourself breaking the intense eye contact before moving your eyes down to his wet plump lips. You take your index finger and slowly trace it down his Adam's apple which you watch go up and down, indicating how hard he gulped from your movement.
“Y/N.” he warns. His voice, low and stern.
You look back up to meet his eyes, only to see them glued onto your lips. You were so desperate to have them pressed against his pink wet ones that you didn’t care about anything else at this point. In a swift moment, you grab his collar, pull him closer to you and smash your lips onto his.
Your eyes shut close as you feel Yoongi's lips perfectly mould into yours as if they’re only made for you. They were warm and soft just like how you’d imagine.
That’s where you finally feel one of his arms wrap around your waist and the other around your back with his hand tangled up in your damp hair. You secure your arms around his neck and slowly guide your fingers up to play with his long fluffy hair.
When you feel his hands move down to your hips giving it a little squeeze, you almost yelp and immediately pull out from the kiss.
Fuck you just kissed Yoongi.
He slowly caresses your cheeks and lightly brushes his thumb over your lips.
“You wanna take this upstairs,” he whispers, making you nervous. You may have planned on getting laid tonight but certainly not by Yoongi.
Yoongi feels your uneasiness and sighs. “Only if you’re okay with it. I’m not going to force you Y/N. We can forget whatever happened if you think this was a mist—“
“No!” You exclaim.
“I…I just…fuck. Okay fine let’s go!” You stutter and whine, being all frustrated with yourself. You know you’re overthinking but this might only be a one night thing and nothing else.
“Y/N once again I’m not—“
“Yoongi, I want you,” you cut him off, looking him in the eyes. You see them go dark with the same lustful gaze he held before the kiss. He clutches your hand and walks the two of you past the sweaty bodies to get in the house. From the corner of your eyes, you spot Taehyung and Hoseok happily dancing amongst the crowd.
They didn’t see the kiss, thank god.
Once Yoongi’s free hand slides open the glass door to enter the house, he leads you up the stairs as you mindlessly follow behind. He comes to a halt in front of the furthest door from the stairs and opens it, gesturing for you to step in.
Once you do, you feel his grip on your hand go loose as he leaves it to lock the door with his broad back facing you. When he turns around, he pauses and stares at your figure for a brief second before moving closer. He snakes his arm around your waist and quickly yanks you towards him so that both of your hands are pressed against his chest.
“You’ve been driving me insane all night Y/N,” he whispers, giving your hips a light squeeze.
“Could say the same Mr. Min,” you tease, knowing damn well how much he hates it when you call him that.
“Fuck Y/N, you sure you want this?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Yes.” You breathe out.
“Are you clean baby?” He asks while opening the drawer beside you with one hand, possibly searching for a condom.
“Yes and I'm on pills so no need to look for a condom.” You assure, deeply staring into his dark orbs before locking lips with him again.
This time it was more rough and rushed. Both your tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing, leading into a messy make out session. His hands roam all over your body as yours begins to unbutton his black shirt and slide it off his built arms.
You yelp when he lifts you up and gently places you on the bed, hovering over you. Your hands make their way from touching his bare upper half to the back of his neck as you both continue to salivate each other’s lips.
“Yoongi please,” you whine, pulling out of the steamy kiss.
“Please what? I need words princess.” He speaks in a husky tone, making you even more weak and wet than you already were.
“Please touch me. Please fuck me, I need you in me.” You beg, receiving a quick low chuckle from him.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless hm?” He says, slowly caressing your thighs.
“Yes please.” You plead.
“Tell me exactly what you need then.” He demands.
“Need your dick in me fuck Yoongi just—mmph.” Your whining gets cut off by his lips that smash onto yours once again whilst his cold veiny hands begin to trace all your curves.
“Can I?” He pants, playing with the hem of your shorts. You nod and he immediately slides them off, throwing them somewhere on the ground.
He goes down to your thighs and spreads them apart, leaving wet kisses around the inner part before eyeing your clothed area. You were still in your one piece.
Yoongi hovers back up to lean over your face, gently holds your head and lifts your upper half off the bed so that you’re smug in arms. He unties the knots on the back of your one piece before sliding the straps off from both sides and completing discarding it from your body. Yoongi eyes your naked figure from head to toe and bites his lips before leaning down to your neck.
“I always knew you’d be beautiful in and out.” He whispers, biting your earlobe before leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from your neck, down to your pussy. You shudder at the feeling.
“So fucking wet for me aren’t you princess?”
“Hmm only for you, now take this off,” you mumble, pointing at his pants as you can already see how hard he is. Yoongi immediately obeys and takes it off along with his boxers, letting his hardened cock spring free. You almost gasp seeing his length, he was huge.
“Like what you see baby?” He smirks.
Fuck you want him. You want him so bad!
“Yoongi go on alread—shit!” You whimper, feeling his cold fingers rubbing circles over your clit.
“Need to stretch you out first.” He says, inserting two long fingers inside you.
“Yoongi oh my god.” You cry out in pleasure, pulling him closer.
“You like that baby?” He asks, groaning when you clench tightly around his digits.
“Yes Yoon— '' You moan out as he quickens his pace, fucking his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. When you feel your orgasm approaching, you squeeze his arm.
“Fuck im so close,” you hiss as he hums in response before pulling his fingers completely out of you.
“Yoongi why’d you pull out!” You whine, feeling the sudden emptiness of his fingers in you while you were close to finishing.
“Cause I want you to cum all over my cock.” He responds, palming his member and stroking it before positioning it to your entrance.
He looks at your naked frame beneath him to ask for consent, to which you eagerly nod. When he enters your wet heat, the two of you let out a deep groan and whimper.
“Shit! You’re still so fucking tight baby. Should’ve eaten you out too,” he groans, feeling the burn as every inch of him stretches your walls to their limit.
“Fuck Yoongi, just move already.” You plead, extremely aroused by the dirty words he was throwing at you.
He is quick to oblige and nods before thrusting into you slowly. Once he catches his pace, you become a moaning mess under him. His name being the only thing coming out of your mouth while you grip his hair and sheets tightly. Yoongi loved it, loved feeling you squirm and be a mess under him, loved the sound of both your skins slapping filling the room while you chant his name over and over again. It was like music to his ears.
“You feel so fucking good baby.” He groans, using one of his hands to play with your hardened nipple before latching his mouth on, to suck it.
“Fuck Yoon you’re so good, shit right there.” You moan, rolling your eyes back while gripping Yoongi’s hair tighter as you feel him hit your g-spot. You only earn yourself a low groan from him.
“Shit shit shit so close Yoon fuck!” Yoongi hates to admit it but the way you were calling him ‘Yoon’ was making him go crazy.
“Fuck, you’re gonna cream my cock princess yea?” He asks gritting his teeth, nearly pulling out all the way before slamming back into you again.
“Yes! Please go faster!” You shriek, bucking your hips forward to feel him more.
“Faster? shit you’re making me go crazy Y/N.” Something about the way he said your name along with the amount of pleasure he was giving you almost made you dizzy.
“Gonna cum Yoongi!” You screech, shutting your eyes tight as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach again.
“Will cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?” He emphasizes each word with controlled thrusts.
“Yoongi yes fuck, please just— cant hold it.” you cry out.
“Cum for me then.” He murmurs, leaving a sloppy kiss near your jawline before pulling out of you to let you cream his cock. You wince and cry out at the feeling as your orgasm washes over you.
Yoongi surprises you when he gives your slit a nice long lick. “Just wanted to taste you,” he beams, plopping his sweaty figure beside you.
“You didn’t cum,” you remark, sitting up as your chest still heaves up and down.
“It's fine.” He mutters, still lying down as beads of sweat drip down his chest and forehead.
“No it’s not, you’ve been working so hard for the exhibition, I think you deserve a treat Mr. Min.” You retort, looking down at him and giving his veiny cock a nice deep stroke.
“Fuck, I told you not to call me that but you’re right, I do deserve a treat. Think you can give me a head?” He jerks up, brushing his hand through his hair.
“I’d love to, Mr. Min.” You respond, your tongue reaching down to lick his pink tip, precum already leaking from it with your own cum smeared over as well.
“Don’t fucking tease baby.” He grunts. You dip your head down and take him in your mouth, moaning at the sensation as Yoongi tries to fight back a moan himself. You swirl your tongue around a bit before bobbing your head up and down to suck him off and take as much of him as you can. Only Yoongi knows how pretty you look right now and he’d do anything to see you like this for the rest of his life.
“Fuck you’re taking me so well princess.” He hisses, gripping your hair and moving it out your face so that it wouldn’t be in your way. It only makes you suck him harder.
He groans and throws his head back, “Not gonna last long fuck.”
After giving him a few more sucks, you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You knew he’d cum anytime soon so you already prepared yourself.
“Shit, gonna cum.” He curses before shooting his hot cum straight down your throat. When you pull out, you start coughing and your eyes were glistening with tears.
“Shit sorry, are you okay?” Yoongi apologizes, worriedly reaching down to cup your face.
“I’m good, just tired.” You tell him with an amused smile.
“Let’s get you cleaned okay.” He says, pecking your forehead and lifting you off him to lay you down on the bed.
Was this the same man a few minutes ago?
You watch Yoongi wear his boxers and go into the bathroom to bring a damp towel in order to clean you up. Once he is done, he gives you his black button up to wear and tucks you in bed before slipping under the sheets, right beside you.
“Yoongi if we sleep here, I'll need to tell Hoseok not to wait for me.” You mutter, instantly realizing and moving closer to Yoongi's body so that you are facing him.
“I’ll text him, don't worry, just sleep okay.” He replies, cuddling you while playing with your hair.
“Don’t tell him that we—“
“No way I would, I'll never hear the end of it.” He adds, to which you both let out a chuckle.
“Thank you for tonight, goodnight Yoongi.” You wish him, eyes closed as you’re already half asleep in his embrace.
Yoongi smiles and mutters back, “night princess,” before falling into deep slumber himself.
It’s been 3 months since that night. Neither you nor Yoongi had the time to talk about that certain topic or anything else other than work. Things had been really hectic and busy with the exhibition being just around the corner. In fact, It was going to be held tomorrow so you were really nervous yet excited at the same time.
You were seated on your kitchen counter stool, skimming through some details on the designs you will be presenting tomorrow, when you hear a sudden knock on the door. You sigh and walk over to open it, only to find Yoongi standing there.
“Hey Yoon—“
“We need to talk.” He says in a serious tone, making you worried. You let him in and close the door behind you.
“Is the display fine? Should I change anything? All the designs are okay right? Did something happe—?'' Before you could say anything more, he cuts you off.
“I can’t anymore.” He mumbles, staring at the floor.
“Cant what Yoongi? Are you okay?” You worriedly ask him, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.
“Fuck I just— I think I’m in love with you.” He confesses, looking up at you. You were too stunned to speak at the moment. The two of you stand there in silence for a few seconds, if only he knew how fast your heart was racing right now.
“You’re what?” You question him, making sure whatever you just heard was right.
“I’m in love with you. I know we haven’t gotten the chance to talk much after that night but I can’t stop thinking about you. I was actually attracted to you from the beginning and I slowly started liking you as a friend and a colleague but that night, I just knew I liked you more than that. So can we like…you know, will you be my girlfriend?” He nervously confesses.
“Is Mr. Min nervous?” You tease him, flashing him an amused smile.
“Y/N. I'm serious.” He almost whines. Seeing such a side of Yoongi apart from his cold demeanour that he has when working makes you so happy and giddy.
“Well, I’d love to be your girlfriend.“ You giggle in response as he stands there in shock.
“Yoongi,” you call out. He hums in return, eyes boring into yours.
“Just kiss me already goddamn it.” You whine, tugging on his shirt collar so that you could press your lips against his.
When your lips meet one another, It starts off as a slow passionate kiss which gradually turns into a rather hungrier one. Yoongi being Yoongi, squeezes your ass and tumbles you both over onto your couch so that he is hovering over you.
“How about you pay me back for borrowing some sugar that day, by letting me taste your sweet little cunt.”
“Oh my g— Yoongi!” You widen your eyes and lightly slap his arm. How did he go from being a stuttering mess to being so confident?
“Oh come on, I know you’d love it.” Yoongi mumbles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“I would but I love you more.” You giggle pecking his cheeks.
“Not more than how much I love you though,” he retorts, pecking your lips and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
“Tomorrow is a big day.” You whisper, hooking your arms around his nape.
“I know, but you did amazing. You worked so hard on this and I loved all the designs and presentations you gave.” He replies, gently holding your hand and rubbing circles over your knuckles.
“You’re just saying that because you like me.” You retort, making him lean up to face you.
“This is part of the reason why I actually started liking you baby, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”
“I should be the one saying how proud I am of you. You worked even harder on this than me. You even skipped meals and went home at like 2 am,” you respond, brushing your fingers through his scalp.
“Oh, were you observing me princess?” He asks you in a teasing manner.
“Hmm couldn’t stop staring at my handsome and hot neighbour. No wait, I mean boss, or is it colleague? Or should I say boyfriend.” You reply, not even denying it.
“Whichever you like,” he chuckles in response before getting off of you and lifting you up in bridal style.
“Yoon what are you do—“
“Getting you to bed. We need to get some good sleep to survive tomorrow.” He states, walking to your bedroom and placing you on the bed.
“Nice room.” He compliments whilst looking around. He’s an interior designer himself, of course he’d say something about it.
“Thank you, wanna stay over?” You ask, reaching to the side to turn off the lights from your bedside table.
“Would love to.” He responds, sliding under the sheets beside you. You switch off the lights, embrace yourselves in each other’s arm and fall into deep slumber.
The next day, your morning was occupied with last minute touch ups needed to be done for the designs. You kept wondering how your boyfriend was putting up with everything. When the two of you were having breakfast, he informed you that his parents were going to drop by as well. The news had made you even more nervous than you already were. I mean, the two of you just started dating yesterday and you were already going to meet his parents.
Anyways, the overall day went by really fast and fairly well. The exhibition went smoothly and a lot of people showed up including your parents, Hoseok, Yoora, their parents and Hoseok’s friends. When you met Yoongi's parents, they were really nice and looked so happy to meet you. When you told your parents, they weren’t even surprised, especially your mom.
“I knew you two would have something going on, the moment I saw him at your place that day.” These were the exact words your mom had uttered to you with Yoongi by your side.
Hoseok, Yoora and the others were very surprised. Jungkook and Jimin obviously couldn’t keep their mouths shut and exposed Yoongi by telling you how he kept asking them for some girl's advice.
“Never knew you’d be into Yoongi but at least we can go on double dates now.” Yoora had whispered to you.
“Can’t believe that even when you and Yoongi would talk to me everyday, I couldn’t figure it out.” Hoseok had beamed.
You are currently in Yoongi’s black Palisade, on your way back home from the restaurant Yoongi's father had made a reservation for. It was a fun day and nice dinner with both your families and friends. Both your parents got along very well.
You were staring out the window, recalling all the events of today when you suddenly feel Yoongi’s cold hand on your thigh.
“You know my offer from yesterday still stands.” He says, making you frown.
“What are you talking about?” You question him.
“Don’t act so innocent baby, you know what I’m talking about.” Once he states that, you knew exactly what he was referring to.
“Yoon, I already paid you back.” You reply, deciding to tease him and stretch out the conversation a bit.
“Hm, but that wasn’t enough.” He retorts.
“What do you mean I gave ba—“
“You made me fall for you. Never knew I'd fall for the girl that showed up at my apartment late at night to borrow some sugar. You stole my heart so make up for that.” He claims, looking at you when the traffic lights turn red. Your eyes immediately soften.
“I love you so much.” You confess, leaning in for a quick kiss before the lights turn green again.
“I love you too.” He responds, kissing you back before you pull out and properly sit back on your seat.
“Also, I’d like to accept your offer Mr. Min.” You assert, intertwining your fingers with his as his hand was still resting on your thigh.
“Oh my love, I hope you know you’re in for a long night then.” He smirks, squeezing your hand and taking a glance at you. You look away being all flustered so he wouldn’t notice you turning red.
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