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Oh, they're for sure jealous haha 🫣 They'll get their own moments with the MC soon enough though!

I think Yeontan is really important to help keep the MC's spirit up! She won't be allowed to walk him alone, they're definitely watching her to make sure she doesn't run off again, but it does give her an excuse for some alone time and slight distance from them!

The soulbond is sadly still too unstable for them to really see reason yet, so the MC sprung that on them a little too early :(

Thank you so much!! 🥺💖 I have appreciated all of your comments immensely!

lovesick (XV)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 12.8k — warnings: yandere, obsessive behaviour, explicit sexual content (oral sex (m & f receiving), vaginal sex, etc! just a lot of smut lmao). — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late.

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You jolt awake with a cry, scrambling to push yourself up from the couch. The sudden movement sends another wave of blinding hot pain through your body, rendering your arm useless as it buckles underneath you. Your vision swims while you try to gather your senses, a loud ringing echoing inside your head.

"Y/n!" You hear Seokjin call your name as he runs into the living room, his knees hitting the floor with a hard thud as he throws himself down next to the couch. "What's going on?! Are you okay?"

You feel his fingers on your face, his voice filled with worry as he urges you to take deep breaths. You don't realize how lightheaded you are, your chest excruciatingly tight until you manage to inhale a pitiful amount of air between your pained gasps. You can't remember if you closed your eyes or if the pain made you momentarily black out, but when you manage to pry them open, it's to find five distraught faces looking down at you.

"Y/n, can you hear me?" Namjoon asks, hands hovering over your body as if he can't decide whether or not it's a good idea to touch you.

"Y-yes," You croak, shivering with hurt as another sharp pain blankets your body. You're struggling to pinpoint just where it's coming from, your mind overwhelmed at the suddenness of it all.

"What happened, darling?"

"Don't know," You stutter, grinding your teeth as your shoulder suddenly begins to throb something fierce. You try to twist over on your side to alleviate the hurt, but all it really accomplishes is just to cause a burst of pain to explode in your foot.

You choke on your next breath, your stomach turning from the intense discomfort. It doesn't make any sense. You were fine before you laid down to take a nap, so how can you suddenly be in so much pain?

Jimin makes a sad noise as you let out a whimper, his lips bitten red with worry. Through blurry eyes, you find Jungkook and Hoseok standing next to him, their postures screaming distress. All five of them seem to be at just as much of a loss as you are.

The pain muddles your brain enough that it takes another minute of deep breaths before you realize that you're missing two soulmates. Two soulmates who were supposed to go out into the woods to do something they didn't want to disclose. Something that was supposed to be a surprise.

"Taehyung and Yoongi," You gasp, "They're hurt. I-It's not my pain, it's theirs."

Understanding dawns on their faces, their worry taking on a newfound urgency.

"Do you know where they went?" Seokjin asks, throwing a panicked look over his shoulder at the other boys.

"No, I wasn't–"

Hoseok is cut off when Jungkook suddenly smacks a hand against his chest and exclaims, "I know!"

He straightens up, a determined look replacing his concern as he says, "Yoongi hyung told me before they left. They were headed west towards that patch of smaller trees."

"I'll come with you," Namjoon springs to his feet, nearly bumping into Jimin as they both start to follow Jungkook towards the door. He sends the blonde a grateful look as Jimin grabs his arm to steady him.

"Careful, hyung, we don't need more injuries today."

"Sorry, sorry," Namjoon mumbles, ducking his head as he hurries to grab his shoes and coat.

Jimin shakes his head with a sigh, his mouth pressed into a tight line. He spares you another torn look, eyes flickering to Hoseok and Seokjin as he says, "Take good care of Y/n. We'll be back as soon as we can."

"Of course," Seokjin says.

"You have to find them," You whimper, leaning into Seokjin's touch as he strokes your cheek.

"They will, sunshine, don't worry," Hoseok steps closer to the couch, occupying the space Namjoon left. He takes your hand into his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

Although the pain has already begun to dull ever so slightly, your shoulder and foot keep throbbing harshly at random intervals, making it spike back up again. The deep worry you feel for Yoongi and Taehyung feels almost foreign. Feeling your soulmate's pain like this would usually leave you annoyed – angry, even – that you had been dealt the worst cards when it came to a soulmate bond and that you would have to suffer through a stranger's pain. Now though, it almost leaves you feeling a little relieved. If you didn't know they were in pain you would've been able to send the others out after them.

You don't think anything is broken but judging by the pain in your foot, one of them has definitely sprained their ankle. It could take them hours to make it back without help depending on how far they've walked. It doesn't help that the sun has started to dip in the sky, sure to bring darkness along with its descent. They won't have more than an hour to make it back before the trees become spindly shadows against the snow, making it nearly impossible to navigate the way back to the cabin.

You hear the door open and feel the rush of cold air that whips into the room. You raise your voice as much as you can muster, wincing at how shaky it sounds as you say, "It's going to get dark soon, so please hurry. And be careful."

"We will, darling," Namjoon promises. The door shuts soon after, muffling their voices as they leave to find Taehyung and Yoongi.

"You should rest for a bit, angel, it'll make the pain lessen faster," Seokjin's brown eyes swim with sadness as he plants a soft kiss on your nose. He pushes himself to his feet, patting Hoseok's shoulder as he says, "I'll go get the first aid kit ready for them. Hopefully that'll be enough."

"Sounds good, hyung, I'll stay here with Y/n in case she needs anything," Hoseok nods.

Hoseok perches on the armrest behind your head, smoothing down your hair in slow motions. He hums a low tune as he strokes your head, so attentive and tender that it makes your heart skip a confused beat. Hoseok is one of the boys you've struggled the most to open up to – you can never seem to get a good read on him, to really understand what he's thinking. It's also been awfully difficult to shake off the fact that he was the one to drug you, that he had clearly laid plans to whisk you away no matter who showed up to his shop that evening everything came crashing down.

And yet, despite it all, you know their recovery is dependent on you treating them all like equals. It's not always easy to do but in moments like this, where Hoseok is sweet and loving, it doesn't feel as daunting of a task.

You indulge in Hoseok's coddling until the pain feels more bearable, until the sharpness quiets down to a familiar aching hurt. You eventually manage to sit up on the couch, your shoulder awfully sore when you roll it back. You grimace at how stiff your ankle feels as you try to put some weight on it. It's likely going to feel a little uncomfortable in the coming days but it's nothing you can't handle. You've felt way worse pain through the bond before.

You manage to get to your feet with Hoseok's help, watching as Seokjin paces in front of the front door. He's got everything he might need to help patch Yoongi and Taehyung up laid out on the coffee table; bandages, painkillers and bowls of warm water at the ready.

It must've been close to an hour since the other boys left and your anxiety feels like it's getting worse by the minute. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon now and the temperatures are going to start dropping the moment it does.

Just as you're about to ask Hoseok if the rest of you should join in on the search, you all perk up at the sound of muffled voices in the distance.

"Thank the gods," Seokjin throws the door open as they get closer to the cabin, running down the steps to meet them halfway.

Hoseok helps you shuffle away from the couches, clearing the space for Taehyung and Yoongi just as the boys start trickling in the door. Yoongi enters first, his arms thrown over Namjoon and Jungkook's shoulders. He's walking with an obvious limp, much paler than usual. Yoongi winces with every step he's forced to take and you can tell that the hike back has been a long and painful experience for him. Namjoon and Jungkook look exhausted too, their faces flushed with exertion despite the cold. It couldn't have been easy to almost have to carry Yoongi the entire way back with such uneven terrain and deep snow.

"Y/n," Yoongi's pained eyes meet yours the moment he steps inside the cabin. "I'm so sorry, gods, are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me, Yoongi, are you okay?" You shake your head, hoping he doesn't catch how you lean a little more of your weight against Hoseok's chest. The pain is better but it's still there, aching little pulses that flare up your foot whenever Yoongi takes another step.

"I'm fine, we're fine–" Yoongi hisses as he bumps into the couch, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain.

"Sorry, hyung," Jungkook winces, working with Namjoon to slowly lower him down onto the cushions.

Your gaze flies back to the door just as Jimin helps Taehyung through it, his arm wrapped tightly against his chest with the scarf you saw Jungkook throw on earlier. Jimin has his arm around Taehyung's waist, keeping him steady as they move over to the other couch. Seokjin follows closely behind them, fretting over every little wince and grimace Taehyung makes when his arm gets jostled.

"Shit, Y/n, are you alright?" Taehyung pauses to grab your hand as he shuffles past you and Hoseok. He looks like a kicked puppy, his eyes growing glossy as he notices how you favour one side of your body over the other.

"I'm really okay, Tae, the worst of it has already passed," You reassure him with a shaky smile. You give his fingers a squeeze, gently shooing him over to the couch so that he can rest.

"You should sit down, sunshine," Hoseok murmurs against your ear.

At your nod, he assists you over to the first available chair, keeping the pace slow to mind your limp. You feel lightheaded by the time you sit down, echoes of pain flowing through the bond as the other boys help Yoongi and Taehyung remove their outerwear.

Yoongi lets out a pained groan as his shoe is inched off his injured foot, head thrown back against the couch as he tries to breathe through the hurt. Taehyung lets out a string of curses as he's forced to move his arm, biting his lip to stifle a shout as his jacket gets pulled off. Even while they're in pain they keep throwing apologies your way, sending you devastated looks whenever you wince or shift around.

"What happened?" You ask as Seokjin and Namjoon rummage through the supplies on the table, looking for bandages and anything that might offer them a little support.

Selfishly, you can't bear to hear another apology from them.

You can't deny that it's nice to finally feel cared for while you're in pain, to finally hear someone be sorry for the hurt they've inadvertently caused you, but you don't want it like this. You can't stand that they're prioritizing your pain over their own, like they don't matter just as much. It makes you feel sick – guilty – your heart tight and aching at how quick they are to disregard themselves completely.

"It was stupid," Yoongi grumbles, wincing as Namjoon moves his leg.

He shares a look with Taehyung, sighing as he admits, "We wanted to surprise you with a tree for Christmas. We figured it might make things feel a little more normal around here, with you know.. Ah, anyway– Joon, shit!" Yoongi cuts himself off with a hiss as Namjoon tightens the bandage around his ankle.

"Sorry hyung, but it has to provide some support," Namjoon frowns. He pats Yoongi's thigh soothingly as he waits for the worst of the pain to pass.

"We got hurt on the way back," Taehyung continues, picking up where Yoongi left off. "There was an icy patch hidden underneath the snow that Yoongi hyung had no chance of seeing, so he slipped and rolled his ankle. We were balancing the tree on our shoulders to make the trek back a little easier, but when hyung fell and I tried to reach out to catch him, all of the weight bore down on my shoulder."

Taehyung's hand hovers above his shoulder, grimacing as he says, "I must've pulled something when it happened."

"I'm sorry," You whisper. "You got hurt trying to do something nice for me–"

Yoongi and Taehyung begin protesting immediately, grimacing and wincing as they try to shuffle closer despite the pain.

"None of that," Seokjin tsks, holding Taehyung put while Namjoon does the same to Yoongi. "Accidents happen. This is no one's fault, so I don't want to hear any more apologies. Understood?"

Both Taehyung and Yoongi murmur out a reluctant, 'yes hyung'.

"Understood," You echo with a small nod as Seokjin turns to look at you.

His stern expression melts in an instant, his plump lips pursing in thought as he says, "We can still try to make things a little more festive here, no? It's Christmas, after all. I have some of the extra decorations leftover from the shop in my car."

"I'll go get them, hyung!" Jungkook jumps to his feet, the earlier exhaustion wiped from his face at the prospect of making the cabin look a little more cozy for you.

Seokjin tosses him his keys. "If Jungkookie takes care of the decorations, I'll go get started on the food. Since my sous chef is unavailable, I'll allow you to join me in the kitchen just this once Namjoon. But you're on stirring duty only!"

"Hyung, are you sure?" Namjoon glances towards the kitchen, looking a little spooked. "You know I almost burned–"

"I know," Seokjin cuts him off with a sigh. "But I trust you even less around string lights and ladders. So kitchen duty it is."

Jimin shoots Seokjin an unsure look as he pats Taehyung's hair, clearly not convinced that cooking is the safest option. But as Seokjin begins to herd Namjoon out of the living room, Jimin simply shrugs and says, "I guess I'll go grab the tree then."

"The tree?" You ask, confused.

"Mhm," Jimin hums, "I couldn't let their hard work go to waste. It's probably going to look a little messed up since I had to drag it the entire way, but it's better than nothing."

"Thanks, Jiminie," Taehyung smiles. "You should bring Hobi hyung with you, it's going to be hard to get it up the stairs alone."

"Yeah, I'll help," Hoseok offers easily. You feel a finger settle under your chin before Hoseok turns your head to look at him, "Will you be fine on your own, sunshine? I can stay if you want."

You shake your head. "I'm okay, really. You should help Jimin get it inside so that there are no more injuries today. I'll look after Taehyung and Yoongi."

"Alright. Just shout if you need us," Hoseok says, kissing your cheek.

Jimin looks Yoongi and Taehyung over one last time before he joins Hoseok by your chair, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he murmurs, "I'm glad you're okay, baby. We won't be gone for long."

The cabin explodes in a flurry of activity after that.

Jungkook hauls in a few boxes of decorations and lights he begins to hang around the living room, asking for your opinion on where it would look best. He promptly ignores every suggestion Taehyung and Yoongi make, grinning mischievously at their annoyed groans whenever he does the opposite of what they propose.

Hoseok and Jimin eventually get the tree inside, spending the better part of an hour trying to get it to stand straight in the tree stand Yoongi brought along. Pots and pans keep banging around in the kitchen, Namjoon sheepishly apologizing every time a loud sound echoes through the cabin.

All the while, you try your best to tend to Yoongi and Taehyung. They refuse at first, making sure you don't move around more than necessary, but eventually, they both have to agree when you offer to bring them some water or help readjust them. The phantom pain you feel through the bond has calmed down enough that there's only a slight ache whenever you move around, making it far more manageable than before.

It has long since grown dark out by the time you all gather in the living room again. The string lights twinkle, giving the room a soft glow alongside the crackling fireplace. The food Seokjin and Namjoon prepared smells delicious and there's a peaceful quiet over the cabin as you all dig in. You could have never imagined last year that you would spend Christmas like this, stuck in a cabin with your lovesick soulmates. But despite everything that has happened, it's actually surprisingly nice. You don't want to admit it but it feels right to sit crammed between Seokjin and Jimin on the couch, passing food back and forth and giggling at how affronted Yoongi looks whenever Namjoon offers to feed him ("–Ah, seriously, I injured my foot, not my hands, Namjoon-ah").

Once dinner is cleared away, you're shocked to find yourself presented with seven gifts, each of the boys bashfully handing you a present. You know not to refuse anything you're given so you hesitantly accept the small pile, unwrapping them under the group's adoring eyes. Your growing boredom must have been obvious because all of the gifts consist of some kind of crafts or things you can do to keep yourself busy. There are some personal touches too, like how Hoseok has included a box of the heart-shaped chocolates you enjoyed so much at his shop and how Yoongi shyly gives you an old mp3 player with songs he thinks you'll like. When you try to apologize for not giving them anything in return, Hoseok makes your heart squeeze with uneasy fondness as he says, "Don't worry about that, sunshine. You're the best gift we could ever get."

Later, once the Christmas movie Jungkook brought along with him begins to roll its credits, you know it's time to end the night.

You can tell that everyone is tired, both emotionally and physically, from the long day you've all had. Most of the boys have been half asleep for the latter part of the movie so you only get a few sleepy protests as you begin to usher them off to bed. They go easily once you promise that you'll call out for them if you need anything, their tired feet dragging along the floor as they head for their rooms.

Namjoon pauses when he realizes that you're not following, his voice ladled with exhaustion as he says, "Darling? Are you not coming?"

"You can head to bed first, Joon, I'll join you after I've helped Yoongi and Taehyung get settled," You take a step forward to peck his cheek, smiling at the yawn Namjoon tries to hide behind his hand.

"Mhm, okay. Don't take too long, you've been through a lot today too," Namjoon murmurs.

"I won't," You promise, watching as he shuffles off to his room.

Your smile falters as Namjoon walks away, guilt worming its way back in as you turn to look at Taehyung and Yoongi. You know what Seokjin said is true, that their accident was no one's fault and that things like this happen, but a part of you still feels bad. There is a tiny voice inside of your head that revels in the fact that they're in pain, that they deserve it after everything they've put you through, but it's overshadowed by how heavy, remorseful, your bond feels – like an itch under your skin you're desperate to soothe.

And you know exactly what you need to do to settle your bond, what it requires in order to alleviate your guilt. It's nothing you haven't done before, but it does send a flurry of nerves through your body to know that you'll be doing it with them.

"What are you thinking so hard about, Y/n?" Yoongi's low drawl drags you out of your thoughts.

"Nothing," You shake your head, breathing through the fluttering in your stomach as you head towards the couch they're sitting on. Taehyung was moved over to Yoongi's couch earlier in the evening, giving them both plenty of space to rest while making sure that no one else would be accidentally bumping into them while moving around.

Taehyung leans forward as you draw near, wincing, as he readies himself to stand up with your help. You place a hand on his good shoulder, squeezing it lightly to make him look up.

"Babe?" Taehyung asks, confused, as you gently nudge him back down on the couch. He looks at you with big eyes as you carefully kneel in the space between him and Yoongi on the cushions, your hand drifting from his shoulder to his cheek.

"Just give me a minute," You murmur, softly running your thumb across the mole underneath his eye. Taehyung's skin feels warm under your fingertips, his pink lips parting in surprise at the intimate touch.

"I just wanted to thank you both for thinking of me. It's cute that you wanted to surprise me with a tree, I really do appreciate it."

"Y/n–" Taehyung looks like he's about to apologize again, his lips forming into a sad pout, and that's not what you want.

You lean forward before you can overthink it, pressing your mouth to Taehyung's. You hear the hitch in his breath as he's caught off guard, can feel how his body tenses while he processes what's happening. You simply breathe against each other's lips for a moment, Taehyung's eyelashes fluttering against the top of your thumb as he closes his eyes.

It's like a switch is flipped in Taehyung once the initial shock subsides, his mouth surging forward to capture yours in a heated kiss. It's hungry and needy, the way Taehyung's lips move against yours; his tongue working its way into your mouth, dipping it inside to meet yours. Taehyung's good arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses you hard. He seems to grow more intense at every small sound that leaves you, the slick smacking of your lips parting and meeting only emboldening him further.

You feel all consumed by Taehyung's kisses, your mind going blank with the urge to feel, to do, more. It's only when you begin to feel lightheaded that you break away, leaning back to breathe as Taehyung chases after your mouth. He settles for kissing your jaw, mouthing down your neck as far as his body allows him to without straining his injury. Your hand has drifted back down his shoulder during your kiss, the material of his shirt fisted tightly between your fingers as you fill your lungs with air.

"I've waited for this for so long," Taehyung murmurs against your skin. "I was so jealous that Jiminie was the first one to touch you. I could barely hold myself back from barging into the room that night, the sounds you made–" He nips at your throat with a low groan.

Embarrassment floods your cheeks immediately, the back of your neck growing hot. You know that the rooms aren't soundproof in the cabin but you didn't realize that they all heard you. You guess that explains why they looked to be burning with jealousy the morning after.

"You looked so pretty all marked up babe, it's a shame they faded."

You let out a quiet gasp as Taehyung sucks your skin between his lips, leaving a mark just below your chin. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he says, "Good thing we can always give you more, right?"

Taehyung works his way back up to your lips, recapturing them in a bruising kiss. You mewl against his mouth as he bites down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his own. It's hard to keep your restraint, to be careful about where you touch, when Taehyung kisses you so fiercely. Your body feels like it's filled with electricity, jittery and hot under Taehyung's touch.

You jerk back with a startle as Yoongi loudly clears his throat, whipping your head to the side to watch him with wide eyes. He raises an eyebrow in response, his gaze dark as it roams over your face, drinking in how affected you look.

"I'm still here," He grumbles, rolling his eyes at the annoyed sound Taehyung makes at being interrupted.

"Sorry," You smile sheepishly, pulling back fully from Taehyung in order to face Yoongi.

The corner of his lips quirks up into a smile as he reaches out to cup the back of your neck, his fingers cool against your heated skin. He pulls you closer until your lips brush, a content sigh leaving Yoongi's mouth before he slots your lips together. Yoongi takes his time exploring your mouth, figuring out what makes you tick. He kisses you soft and slow, teasing, as his fingers rub against the base of your neck.

You have one hand resting on Yoongi's chest for support, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against your palm despite his languid pace. It's only when you let out a breathy moan as he swipes his tongue over your lips that he begins to crack, his kisses turning a little more heated. Once Yoongi's patience seems to have run dry, he tugs you forward, using the grip he has on your neck to pull you flush against his chest.

The sudden movement makes you lose your balance, your fingers digging into Yoongi's chest as you throw your other hand out in search for support. You stiffen as you feel your fingers come into contact with denim, the punched-out groan that Taehyung lets out alerting you that it's definitely not his leg that you're accidentally touching.

"Tae, shit, I'm sorry–" You turn around as much as Yoongi's hold allows you to, quickly removing your hand.

Your fingers have barely left his jeans when Taehyung reaches out to grab it, covering your hand with his own as he pushes it firmly back down to cup his cock. He watches you intently, his half-lidded gaze burning into yours as he presses down on your fingers, making you squeeze around his length.

His moan covers your small gasp as you instinctively tighten your grip, feeling how big he's growing under your hand. Even through his jeans you can tell that Taehyung is long and thick, that he'd probably feel so good inside of you–

"You can keep going if you want, babe," Taehyung says as he slowly removes his hand from yours, as if he's reading the thoughts swirling around inside your head.

"I–" You glance back up at Taehyung's face, embarrassed that you've been caught practically salivating over the idea of his cock. He smirks as he throws a glance at Yoongi, his voice low and enchanting as he adds, "Neither of us mind."

Yoongi's fingers twitch at the back of your neck, prompting you to turn your head back to look at him. Yoongi's lips are bitten red, his eyes glued to where your hand is cupping Taehyung's cock. His dark eyes shift up to briefly look at you as he feels your gaze on his face, his pale cheeks flushing pink under your attention.

Yoongi's cute complexion is such a contrast to his filthy mouth as he admits, "Can't stop thinking about how good you'd look choking on our cocks."

Your breath hitches at the image that floods your brain. You squeeze your thighs together as your core throbs with want, trying your best not to squirm under their heated gazes.

"Fuck, you can't say that hyung," Taehyung groans, pushing his hips up to grind against your hand. The motion makes him wince as he tenses his injured shoulder, but he doesn't seem to care about the pain, not when you're finally touching him.

"I shouldn't," You stutter, unsure. "You're both hurt. I don't want to accidentally cause you any more pain."

"If you don't want to, it's okay, Y/n," Yoongi traces a finger along the curve of your jaw, his fingertip dipping down to press against the mark Taehyung left earlier. He smiles at the shaky gasp you let out, "But you don't have to worry about hurting us. We're big boys, we'll be fine."

"What hyung said," Taehyung nods. His sultry expression melts into something a little more cute, his lips curving into a pout as he rolls his hips against your hand and says, "Please?"

Your intention was never to take things this far – you were only supposed to give them each a kiss as a thank you and apology before helping them to bed. But now that you're already here, with Yoongi and Taehyung so affected and you all wanting it, you don't see why you can't take things just a little bit further.

"Yeah, okay," You bite your lip. "How do you want me?"

Yoongi lets out a low curse at your words, palming himself over his sweats. His voice is thick with arousal as he says, "On your knees, love."

You nod, getting off the couch to sink to your knees on the cold floor. Taehyung takes it upon himself to shuffle closer to Yoongi, closing the gap between them to make it easier for you to touch both at the same time. You can tell the movement pains him but it must be just light enough to not echo through the bond.

Frowning, you slap his thigh lightly once he settles. "Stop hurting yourself. If I see you look uncomfortable, I'm stopping. We can do this when you're better, it doesn't have to happen now."

"Sorry," Taehyung grumbles, "I really am fine though. I swear I'll be good and sit still."

"You better," You say, narrowing your eyes in a half-threat as you slide your hand down to his knee.

You shuffle closer to the couch, placing yourself in the middle of them. Yoongi has his right foot elevated on the coffee table behind you, leaving his legs spread and knocking into Taehyung's parted knees.

As soon as you're settled, they both reach into their pants to free themselves. Taehyung fumbles with his zipper, having a hard time opening it with one hand. You reach forward to help him, unzipping his jeans as he pushes his underwear just below his cock. It springs up against his stomach the moment it's freed, hard and leaking and big.

"Oh," You blink, licking your lips.

You turn to Yoongi, ready to help him too, when you realize that he's already managed to inch his sweats down his hips by himself. It's just enough to get his cock out, the tip pink and wet as he drags his fist slowly up and down, stroking himself to full hardness. He doesn't look quite as big as Taehyung but you think he'd feel perfect on your tongue; be just the right thickness to stretch your lips around.

You don't have to think long about who you're going to touch first, Yoongi eliminating your problem as he grunts out a low, "Go ahead, you can start with Taehyungie."

Taehyung's dark eyes rest heavy on your face, his lip caught between his teeth. He lets his hands fall down to his sides, giving you space as he murmurs out a hoarse please.

You inch to the side, situating yourself better between Taehyung's legs as you rest your hands on his thighs. You feel them tense in anticipation under your touch. Taehyung sucks in a breath as you reach forward to wrap your fingers delicately around his cock, thumbing at the leaking head to make the glide easier as you give him a few slow pumps.

He murmurs something unintelligible under his breath when you lean down to mouth at the tip, circling it with your tongue and sucking lightly just over his slit. A burst of salty pre-come hits your tongue before you move down further, flatly licking up the underside of his cock. You resume stroking Taehyung's cock as you return your focus to the leaking tip, taking care to cover your teeth as you take him into your mouth.

You know you won't be able to handle all of Taehyung's length, he's simply too big and it's been years since you had any practice. But he doesn't seem to mind it as you exhale and slowly lower yourself down his cock, feeling the hard length brush against the back of your throat as you swallow him down. You stop when your lips touch your fist, glancing up at Taehyung to find him looking at you through heavy lids.

"Fuck, babe, I can't believe you're real," Taehyung moans, digging his fingers into the seat cushions to have something to ground himself in.

"You look so good," Yoongi drawls, the slick sounds of his fist letting you know he's jerking himself off to the sight of you sucking Taehyung's cock.

The praise makes you let out a soft moan, the vibrations massaging Taehyung's length. He lets out a deep groan as you pull back until you just have the head of his cock resting in your mouth, suckling on the sensitive skin for a moment before you sink back down. Taehyung's size already has a subtle ache forming in your jaw, but it feels worth it when you hear the high moans and deep groans he lets out as you repeat the motion, the soft praises that fall from both Taehyung and Yoongi's lips.

You still the hand that has continued to stroke the part you can't get your mouth around, rebalancing yourself to blindly reach out for Yoongi. They're close enough that you manage to fumble your way over to his cock, your hand closing around his with a gentle squeeze.

"Y/n," Yoongi lets his hand fall away with a deep moan, his cock so slick with pre-come that he almost feels wet from it.

You do your best to pleasure Yoongi while you continue to suck off Taehyung, not wanting one of them to feel left out. There's a small moment of doubt that hits you as you hear their twin moans echo inside the living room, a brief thought of what the hell are you doing flashing inside of your head, but it vanishes as Taehyung's deep voice praises you; as he tells you how good you're being.

"Shit, I'm already close," Yoongi groans. He grabs your wrist, giving it a gentle tug as he says, "I need your mouth, Y/n. Please."

You glance up at Taehyung, noting the displeased clench of his jaw at Yoongi's interruption. Still, after a little prompting as you pull away from his cock, making him replace the loss of your mouth with his hand, he eventually grunts and concedes, "You should take care of hyung first, babe."

You have to fight to not roll your eyes at the petulant tone he uses, like he's a child that doesn't want to share his toy with anyone else. You carefully inch your way over to Yoongi, taking care not to put any pressure on his injured leg or jostling it as you get into a somewhat comfortable position.

It's a little awkward, but it doesn't seem like Yoongi cares as you finally lean down to take him into your mouth. Already warmed up from Taehyung, it feels easier to swallow down Yoongi's length.

You were right that his cock is the perfect thickness, just enough to give your lips that slight stretch without it being too uncomfortable. The moment your lips are wrapped around the head of his cock, Yoongi begins carding his hand through your hair, tucking your locks away to make sure he can see your face.

"You're perfect, so good," Yoongi sighs, voice warm with affection.

You feel his cock twitch against your tongue as you dip it into his slit, his deep moans turning choked as you finally start taking more of him into your mouth. Knowing he's already close, you begin bobbing your head the moment you have him down your throat, trying your best to relax so that you can fit more into your mouth each time you lower yourself down.

Yoongi lets out a punched groan as the tip of his cock finally hits the back of your throat, your nose almost pressed against his stomach.

"Fuck, Y/n, I'm really not going to last," Yoongi warns as you swallow around him, his thighs shaking under your hands as his climax approaches. You let out a pleased moan as he curls his hand into your hair, the pressure of his fingers as he tugs on your hair making warmth pool in your stomach.

"Don't–" Yoongi cuts himself off with a gasp at your moan, the low vibrations feeling heavenly around his cock.

You look up at Yoongi, meeting his lust-filled gaze as you hollow your cheeks and give him a particularly harsh suck. The vacuum it creates seems to be what pushes Yoongi over the edge, the hand in your hair flexing as he goes rigid with a deep groan, curses falling freely from his lips as his release spills down your throat. You keep swallowing around him, prolonging his orgasm for as long as possible until your throat begins to protest. You gently pull off his cock, suckling around the tip for a moment to properly clean him off before you release him with a soft pop.

Yoongi looks absolutely boneless where he's melted into the couch, his pale skin flushed pink and his expression blissed out. Yoongi has released the tight grip on your hair, patting it back down in place as he mumbles, "Thank you, Y/n, shit, you're too fucking good for us."

A low grunt from your right calls your attention back to Taehyung.

He has been strangely silent while you touched Yoongi, and the expression he wears as you turn to him explains why. He looks hungry. A little feral at the sight of you pleasuring another soulmate. The intensity in his gaze makes a shiver travel down your spine, your throat dry as you shuffle back in between his spread legs. Your knees ache from the hard floors, but judging by the way Taehyung is squeezing the base of his cock, the head dark and dripping, you don't think it's going to be an issue for much longer.

"I need to use your mouth, babe, please. Can I?"

You lick your lips, ignoring the soreness in your throat as you hoarsely say, "Yeah, you can."

Taehyung groans at how wrecked you sound, his long fingers sliding into place at the back of your head, urging you forward. You've replaced the hand he had on his cock, holding him in place as you take him back into your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you relax your throat as much as possible, fighting the urge to gag as Taehyung slowly brings you down just a little further than what you took of him the first time. He doesn't push you past your comfort zone however, his grip guiding you back up before you grow uncomfortable. You tap Taehyung's thigh with your free hand, giving him the go to use your mouth to chase his orgasm.

Taehyung's grip tightens in your hair and that's all the warning you get before he picks up his pace. Despite his injury and despite the fact that he can't really buckle his hips, Taehyung still manages to fuck your mouth, his pace punishing as he bobs you up and down his cock. Drool dribbles down your chin, making it all the more messier. He really wasn't lying when he said he wanted to use your mouth.

A particularly hard shove makes you gag, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of your throat. Taehyung moans, mumbling out a bated, "It's okay babe, you can take it."

He slows his pace ever so slightly, just enough for your fingers to stop digging into his leg. Once he feels you relax, he picks it back up, letting out a series of pitched grunts and moans as he begins to near his climax.

"Fuck, I– Can I come down your throat, Y/n?" Taehyung pulls you back just enough for you to nod, to give him the final permission he needs to really let loose. He throws his head back against the couch, mouth open with pleasure as he pushes you back down.

Your throat feels ravaged by the time Taehyung holds you still, your lips pressed against your fist as he begins to come. He starts easing you back before he's finished, a few spurts of come coating your tongue as he rests the tip there. He looks at you through dark, sated eyes, the corner of his lip quirking as he gently pulls you off his cock.

You swallow down his come with a minor wince, not quite used to the taste yet. You hang your head, resting it on Taehyung's knee as you take deep breaths to ease the tightness in your chest, to slow the racing of your heart. Taehyung lets up the tight grip on your hair, massaging your scalp to ease the sting that lingers.

His voice sounds reverent as he says, "You took us both so well, Y/n, just like you were made for us. Gods, there's really no one who compares to you."

"Absolutely perfect," Yoongi agrees, reaching out to wipe some of the drool from your chin.

You're not so sure about that.

"I should get us cleaned up," You grimace, leaning back on your legs to look up at them. Yoongi shakes his head, motioning to how both of them have tucked themselves back into their underwear while you were catching your breath.

"We're fine, love. I'm sorry we can't be of much help, but you should go freshen up first and we'll wait here."

Right, it had somehow completely slipped your mind that you needed to help them get into bed after this. And that Namjoon is probably still up, waiting for you.

Shit.

You shake out the pins and needles in your legs, face warm, as you slowly get to your feet. Taehyung catches your hand before you can step away from the couch.

"I promise we're going to repay you next time for how good you've been for us, Y/n. We might not be able to now, but once we're better, we're going to make you come so much you forget your own name."

Taehyung smirks as he sees your throat bob, at how your fingers harden around his as you no doubt imagine it. They send you off to the bathroom on unstable legs, the knot in your stomach tight with want as you lightly brush your fingers over your sore throat.

Next time.

"Tannie!" You sink to the floor with a grin, fawning over the fluffy pomeranian that has skidded to a halt in front of you.

Yeontan flops to the ground, wriggling around on his back until you give him the attention he demands. He lets out a few happy snorts as you rub his belly, his tongue lolling out his mouth.

The sight of him fills you with so much joy you feel like you could burst. You didn't realize just how much you missed seeing something that wasn't just your soulmates until Yeontan came running into the cabin, his small paws pattering across the floor.

"You're so cute," You coo, carding your fingers through Yeontan's silky fur.

"Tannie, I missed you," Jeongguk pouts as he perches himself next to you on the floor. He laughs as Yeontan wriggles his body closer, making sure he gets double the pets and attention.

"Traitor," You snort.

Taehyung and Yoongi come shuffling through the door, a large bag of kibble carried between them. You have no idea how such a small dog is supposed to be able to eat all of that, but you suppose the amount will at least last him a long time. Taehyung kicks the door shut behind him, motioning for Yoongi to place it down next to the rest of Yeontan's things.

You had tried to not look too eager when they had brought up the situation with Yeontan a few days ago over dinner. Taehyung had explained that while his parents had been watching him whenever he and Yoongi were both at the cabin, they both missed him too much to keep that going. Yeontan also seemed confused that they were hardly around at the same time anymore, often waiting by the door for Yoongi to return home when it was Taehyung's turn back in the city and vice versa.

You could tell the story tugged on everyone's heartstrings, Jeongguk's eyes turning big and pleading as he voiced his yes to bringing Yeontan to live with you all in the cabin. No one really needed any convincing, all of the boys agreeing one by one as they admitted to missing the little fur ball themselves.

The effect of him brightening up the cabin is instantaneous, laughter and coos filling the air as all of the boys come over to give Yeontan a small pet or scratch of their own. You indulge Yeontan in playing and jumping around until he begins to grow tired, his small whine near the couch prompting you to scoop him right up and cuddle with him instead. Yeontan makes himself at home in your lap, practically melting into a pile of fluff as you pet his back.

The other boys are scattered around the room, all doing their own things but keeping close nonetheless. You let your gaze drift, a little lost in thought until you zero in on the book in Namjoon's hand. It's a well-known classic, The tale of two Soulmates, and the cover is worn enough that you can tell it must be one of Namjoon's favorites.

The sight of it, the reminder that you still haven't brought up the lovesickness to the boys, makes your stomach turn uneasily. You've been meaning to do it, it has just never seemed like the right time. Maybe now is as good as ever though.

You softly clear your throat, catching Namjoon's eyes as he peeks over the spine.

"You know the books you brought me before Christmas, the ones about soulmates? It mentioned soulbonds where there's one nucleus soulmate, which is kinda like our bond, right?" You try to keep your voice light, with just the right amount of disinterest, as you seek cover for your trembling fingers in Yeontan's fur.

"That's what we think, yeah," Namjoon nods, lowering his book to give you his full attention. You can see out of the corner of your eye that Hoseok and Yoongi have stopped what they're doing to listen in to your conversation as well.

"It did say that it was possible," You pause, swallowing hard at the excitement that grows on Namjoon's face. "But, um, it also mentioned an interesting side effect to the bond? Something that could happen if it wasn't nurtured properly."

"Oh?" Namjoon's face grows suspicious immediately, gaze flickering over to Yoongi and Hoseok.

You don't dare to turn your head to see what they think.

"I think it was called soul sickness? The book said that bonds with a nucleus often suffer from a weakened connection to the rest of the soul-group. It mentioned that if the soulmates don't spend enough time together after the first contact is made, it can lead to the others becoming, um, obsessive and irrational? And that they can even be influenced by each other's emotions if they feel strongly enough about something."

You avert your eyes halfway through your explanation, your voice growing weaker at the silence that blankets the room. You know that all of them are listening in even if they pretend to be busy with something else, even if they aren't as obviously interested as Hoseok and Yoongi.

It's Jimin that finally breaks the quiet. "Baby, if that was true, there would've been a lot more research done on it by now."

"But there's not really any science that can back up our bond either. That doesn't make it any less real," You snap back, remembering a little too late that your whole plan was to not seem like you're accusing them of something.

"So what?" Hoseok says, "You think we're sick, is that it?"

Yes.

"No, well, that's not–" You stutter, braving a quick look around the room. All of their postures scream defensive, their metaphorical hackles raised and ready to fight back. Jungkook looks particularly troubled at the new information, like a small part of him maybe believes it too.

"That's not what I'm saying," You backtrack, knowing absolutely nothing good will come out of trying to convince them that something is wrong with the bond. They're just going to bite back even harder, maybe even start to doubt you again, and you can't let that happen. You won't be able to bear it – not again.

"I just said it was interesting, not that you have it!" You shake your head, plastering on a smile that probably looks as fake as it feels.

Maybe it would be easier to convince them if you had proof, if there was more research done on it, but as it stands, there's no way they're ever going to see it themselves. They are sick after all and hardly any of the things they've done so far have registered as wrong in their minds. It would be easier to talk a brick wall into thinking it was made of wood than to make the boys realize they're obsessive and suffering from lovesickness.

"Right," Namjoon says, scanning your face intently, "it is an interesting concept. Thank you for sharing it with us."

"Of course," You mumble.

Surprisingly, disappointment sits heavy in your stomach. You knew it was a long shot to bring it up with them, but a small part of you hoped that maybe they would see it, that they weren't that far gone yet. Even if you did read Jungkook's face right, what does it matter? He's never going to go against the others, not on something like this. You should've known this was a lost cause.

You busy yourself with petting Yeontan until the tension in the room begins to dissipate, until Namjoon returns to his book and the others go back to what they were doing before. You'll probably have to lay it on extra thick for a while to make sure they don't suspect you of anything.

You let out a small sigh, turning your head to watch the world go on as normal outside the cabin windows. A couple of small birds flutter by, their chirps signalling the arrival of spring. Most of the snow outside has already melted, the muddy grass once again showing its face along with a few clusters of snowdrops. You can't quite believe how much time has passed, how autumn has turned to winter and then turned to spring, all in this cabin. Yoongi and Taehyung's injuries have long since healed up completely.

Things are good now, nice even – you hate to admit it, but you actually like them now, can feel your heart skip a beat whenever they touch or kiss you – but it doesn't change the fact that you're still stuck here.

You pout down at Yeontan as he licks your hand, ruffling his fur as he begins to wiggle around again. You might feel stifled here, but you can at least make sure that Yeontan doesn't.

Scooping him into your arms, you rise from the couch, once again catching the attention of seven pairs of watchful eyes. You plaster on your best smile, waving Yeontan's paw as you say, "Let's bring Tannie outside for a walk."

"Jungkook," You gasp, moving your slick lips against his in a heated kiss.

You’ve been finding yourself in these situations quite often lately.

One minute you're trying to help Jungkook study and the next, you're on your back on his bed, textbooks strewn on the floor as he kisses you senseless. He has you caged in against the mattress, one hand cupping the back of your neck, angling your lips closer to his as he licks into your mouth.

Jungkook always tastes like strawberries – like he's been enjoying your favourite candy a little too much and now the flavour permanently clings to his lips. You can't get enough of it. Some days, you even find yourself a little desperate for a taste.

You squeeze your thighs at the breathy moan Jungkook lets out as you twist your fingers into his hair, fire licking up the insides of your belly. You need more.

But, before you can show Jungkook just how much you want him, the door bursts open as a flustered Namjoon stumbles in.

"Shit, sorry, I didn't realize I put that much force behind it–" Namjoon trails off as he takes in the sight of Jungkook sprawled on top of you, his expression growing sheepish as it dawns on him what he walked in on.

Namjoon tightens his grip on the door as his eyes scan you both from top to bottom, his body and mind torn between wanting to stay and knowing he should go as he murmurs, "Should I go? Yeah, I should, ah, I'm sorry."

Once the surprise of Namjoon's sudden entrance fades and your heart stops galloping like it's trying to break out of your chest, you sneak a glance up at Jungkook, catching his eye. Seeing the silent question in your gaze he gives you a small nod, sucking on his red-bitten lower lip as you turn to face Namjoon.

"You don't have to, you can stay if you want. You could, um, join us?" You ask.

You know Jungkook must be able to feel how your neck is heating up under his fingertips, a little shyness always persisting no matter how much time you spend with them. You've always been the type that prefers a monogamous relationship, so it's still an adjustment that it's okay to want all seven – to let yourself be touched and loved by more than one person at a time.

"You sure?" Namjoon takes a small step into the room, hesitant to intrude.

It's been an adjustment for the boys too, to understand that if they want to spend time alone with you, they also need to allow the others to do the same thing. They all have their moments though, when their possessiveness grows a little too intense and things get a little heated, but it has never progressed past a few dirty looks and snide comments.

"Come here, hyung," Jungkook gives the back of your neck a light squeeze before he rolls to the side, giving Namjoon room to join you both on the bed.

Jungkook settles on his elbow next to you as Namjoon hurries to close the door, locking it for good measure this time. Your breath catches in your throat as Namjoon strides across the room, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his toned forearms. The bed dips as he crawls over you, taking Jungkook's place. Namjoon's eyes are glued to your mouth, one hand coming up to cradle your jaw as he uses the other to support his weight.

"Hi, darling," He murmurs softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against your lips.

"Joon," You whine as you run your hands up his arms, locking them behind his neck. You give him a pleading look as you pull him closer, your earlier kisses with Jungkook having gotten you too fired up to take things slow and tender.

"Okay, okay, I got you," The corner of Namjoon's mouth quirks as he runs his thumb over your cheek, taking a moment to drink in your pretty features before he yields and captures your lips.

Namjoon lets you set the pace, matching your eagerness as he kisses you back with just as much fervor as you give him. You bite down on his bottom lip, nibbling on the soft flesh until he parts his mouth and allows you to deepen the kiss. You let out a breathy moan at how messy and hungry it is, your core clenching at how big Namjoon feels above you, his body burning hot where he's pressed flush against you.

It's not your first kiss with Namjoon – it's far from it actually. After checking that you were okay when you got into bed that night you helped Yoongi and Taehyung, he practically devoured you.

In fact, it seemed to be the final straw for all of them, as they all sought you out in the following days to have their own kisses. You've lost count of how many times you've been kissed in the past two months but you think it might be more than most share in their whole lifetime.

While you're no longer a stranger to Namjoon or Jungkook's lips, there's still a small tingle that accompanies them being pressed against yours, your bond rejoicing at the intimate contact.

Your breath stutters as you feel another hand settle on your hip, drawing lazy circles into the exposed skin. Your sweater has ridden up, allowing Jungkook to easily glide his hand across your stomach, mapping out your skin all the way from your ribs to the waistband of your pants.

You whimper into Namjoon's mouth as Jungkook noses against your neck, fitting himself into the space as he plants fleeting kisses on the delicate skin there. Namjoon angles your head to give Jungkook better access, smiling as the first scrape of teeth against your throat makes you moan.

The sensation of Namjoon's tongue curling around yours just as Jungkook licks across the bruised skin is almost too much, your thighs rubbing together to create a little bit of friction for your aching core.

"Y/n," Jungkook utters your name too shyly for what he just did to you, his words catching in a small stutter as he asks, "Can I eat you out?"

"Fuck," Namjoon groans, detaching his lips from yours to give you some space to breathe.

You're a little caught off guard by the sudden request but the mental image it produces is enough to make your whole body feel hot, flushed from head to toe. Gods, you want it.

"Y-yeah, you can," You stutter.

Namjoon and Jungkook are quick to help you undress, their own shirts and pants disappearing somewhere in the process too. You fight the urge to cover yourself as you lay back down in the middle of the bed, their heated gazes as they drink in your bare body making you squirm.

"You're so beautiful," Namjoon says as he takes a seat next to you, grabbing your hand to intertwine your fingers, "I can't believe I get to see you like this."

"Don't say that," You shake your head, bashful at how sincere he seems. Like you're truly a wonder he didn't think he would ever get to look at, much less touch.

"It's true though," Jungkook adds as he crawls between your legs, dragging his hands along your skin from your calves to your thighs. He gives them a gentle nudge to make you spread your legs wider, fitting his shoulders between them as he gets himself into the right position. Jungkook kisses the inside of each thigh, his doe eyes sparkling as he murmurs, "You're so pretty Y/n, pretty everywhere."

"Jungkook," You whine. You're not really sure what you want to say, whether you want him to stop praising you or to continue, all you know is that you want more.

"I–" Jungkook hesitates as he curls his hands around your thighs, keeping you in place. He looks a little nervous as he glances up at you, biting his lip as he stammers, "I-I haven't done this before so I might not be very good at it, just tell me if I do something that doesn't feel good, okay?"

"Jungkookie, you're going to do fine. My last boyfri–" You cut yourself off as you see Namjoon's eyes narrow dangerously, clearing your throat as you say, "What I mean is, this is my first time experiencing this too. I promise I'll tell you if something doesn't feel good but I really don't think that's going to happen."

Jungkook nods, the earlier hesitance wiped from his face. He shares a quick look with Namjoon, determined to make you feel good in ways your shitty old boyfriend, your non-soulmate, was never able to.

"Oh gods," You moan, throwing your head back as Jungkook suddenly leans in and licks a stripe between your folds.

Jeon Jungkook is competitive in everything he sets his mind to and this is no exception. Whatever he might be lacking in experience, he more than makes up for in eagerness.

You're dripping in a matter of seconds, your cunt clenching desperately around nothing as Jungkook takes your clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue before he gives it a harsh suck. The strong grip on your legs is the only thing that keeps them from flailing around, your toes curling into the sheets as Jungkook laps at your pussy like a man starved. He lets out a loud moan as you reach down to twist your fingers into his hair, trying to ground yourself as the burning coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

"Jungkook, ah fuck, you're doing so good," You babble, letting out a low keen as he dips his tongue past your entrance.

Jungkook uses every hitch and moan to guide him, trying to read all of your cues to pleasure you just right. A particularly loud moan from you as he pushes his tongue deeper into your cunt has him rutting his cock against the bed. Jungkook's head is spinning with all of your pretty sounds, your taste, the bond making the experience all the more intense.

"You're both doing so well," Namjoon groans. He plants a trail of fluttering kisses up your arm, decorating your skin with a few hickies of his own near your collarbone. His fingers skate across your chest, teasingly touching your breasts just to add more fuel to the fire.

"Jungkook," You tug on his hair, catching his dazed eyes as you weakly moan, "Please give me more."

The hand around your right thigh falls away, leaving only the imprint of Jungkook's fingers behind. You're so wet that you barely feel the stretch as Jungkook sinks the first finger into your cunt, and it doesn't take long before you're begging for more. One becomes two, which quickly turns into three, Jungkook watching your face carefully every time he stretches you out more.

You cry out as Jungkook finds your g-spot, your legs trembling as he ups his pace. He keeps licking between your folds, his nose bumping against your clit as he eagerly eats you out. The coil in your stomach is so tight you know it's only seconds away from snapping, your climax building with every swipe of Jungkook's tongue.

It's the feeling of Jungkook's long fingers brushing against your walls and his tongue dipping in to join them that finally pushes you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you so fast it knocks the breath out of your chest.

"Shit, Jungkook, ah–" You desperately cling on to Namjoon's hand and Jungkook's hair as you ride it out, Jungkook letting out a deep moan as your release hits his tongue. He laps it all up, gradually slowing his fingers as you begin to come down from your high.

"You did so well, so well, " You rasp, releasing your tight grip on his locks in order to pet his hair, hoping you didn't accidentally tug too hard on it.

Jungkook hums against your cunt, pressing a lingering kiss just above your clit before he pushes himself up. The lower part of Jungkook's face is glistening with your release, his pink lips plump and wet. He flashes you a proud grin as he takes in just how fucked out you look, his hands mindlessly massaging your thighs as he brings them down to rest on the bed.

"Are you feeling okay, darling?" Namjoon asks once your breaths begin to go back to normal.

"I'm feeling great," You murmur, giving Jungkook a satisfied smile.

Jungkook seems to preen a little at that, his chest puffing out to show off his muscular body. You didn't really get the chance to appreciate the view before, but now that you have time to really look at them both, it sends a tingle right back down to your core. Jungkook's lean body is all muscle, the outline of his abs visible even when he's relaxing his stomach. His hair has gotten a little longer over the past months, dangling in pretty waves down his neck.

The only word you can really use to describe Namjoon is buff. He's bigger than Jungkook, his arms and thighs more filled out with muscle. While you would call Jungkook strong, you would probably reserve powerful for Namjoon. If he put you in a headlock, you're pretty sure he would be able to choke you out in a matter of seconds. Maybe it's bad to feel a little turned on at the thought, but you've long since come to accept that you're far past the point of being normal anymore.

You brush some damp hair away from your neck, trying not to be too obvious in the way you're trailing your gaze up and down their exposed skin. You let out a low hiss as you run your fingers over one of the bruises blooming on your skin, the pain pleasure of it slicking you right back up again.

"Darling," Namjoon gently turns your jaw towards him, "Can I fuck you? Is that alright?"

Your gaze drops to his crotch automatically, your mouth running dry as you notice the prominent outline of his cock through his underwear. There's a wet patch near the head, showing you just how much Namjoon enjoyed watching you squirm and gasp in pleasure with Jungkook between your legs.

Somehow the orgasm you just had doesn't feel like enough, if anything, it only served to turn you on more.

"Please," You beg, not even finding it in yourself to feel embarrassed at how needy you sound. Namjoon seems to like it, his gaze turning fiery and dark as he reaches down to cup himself.

"Fuck, you're going to be the death of me," He mumbles. He pushes himself off the bed, quickly shoving his underwear to the floor. Namjoon's cock looks similar to Taehyung's in its size, only thicker. He has a prominent vein running up his shaft, the head dark and leaking as he gives himself a few pumps.

You let your legs fall back open under Namjoon's stare, his jaw tensing as he whispers out a low curse. Jungkook has already scooted to the side, freeing up the space for him. Namjoon has placed one leg on the bed when he freezes, his hands digging into the duvet as he regretfully says, "I don't have any condoms."

"Shit," You bite your lip. You're not on any birth control, you hadn't felt the need since your last relationship ended years ago and there's no way you're going to risk ending up pregnant. You're not even sure if you want kids.

"I have some!" Jungkook scrambles over to the bedside table, pulling open a drawer.

He grabs a few along with a bottle of lube, presenting them to Namjoon with a grin. His excitement dims a little when he takes in the dumbfounded looks on both your and Namjoon's faces, his eyes turning wide as he rushes to explain, "I didn't get these! Jimin hyung brought them a while back, he said we'd better have some, uh, just in case."

"Of course he did," You sigh, shaking your head. For once, you're actually thankful for Jimin's seemingly perpetually horny brain.

Namjoon snorts, taking the items from Jungkook as he murmurs, "I guess I should thank him."

He wastes no time in climbing onto the bed, settling between your legs as he rolls the condom on and slicks himself up with lube. You're probably wet enough that you wouldn't need it but the fact that Namjoon isn't willing to risk any discomfort for you sends another rush of warmth down to your belly.

Namjoon hitches your legs up around his waist, groaning out your name as his cock slips between your folds. He lowers himself down to allow your arms to wrap around his neck, your fingers clinging on to Namjoon's broad shoulders as he slowly drags his cock through your slick, coating your cunt with a mixture of your own wetness and lube.

"Still okay, darling?" He asks as he positions the tip at your entrance. He slowly pushes inside when you give him a raspy yes, the sheer size of him causing you to throw your head back. Even with Jungkook stretching you out well there's still a slight sting, the added lube making it just bearable enough that you don't have to ask Namjoon to stop.

"You're doing so good, I'm almost there," He murmurs soothingly, pressing his lips to yours to pull you into a kiss. The distraction works, your walls relaxing enough for Namjoon to easily bury himself to the hilt. You both moan at the feeling, you from feeling so full – filled to the brim with all of Namjoon's thick and long cock inside of you, and Namjoon from the vice grip your hot pussy has on his length.

Namjoon seems content with kissing your lips raw until you squeeze your legs around his waist, giving him the okay to finally move. The initial ache has dulled and now you're desperate for some friction, to sate the pleasure that's once again building.

He eases you into it slowly, peppering kisses all over your face as he pulls out halfway before he slowly rocks his hips forward, setting a gentle pace. Your walls flutter around Namjoon's cock when he thrusts in, desperately clinging to him as he goes to pull back out. You can tell the hot, tight grip is slowly driving him mad the longer he tries to keep his composure, his kisses turning filthier with every thrust and moan you let out.

"You can go faster," You pant, rocking your hips up to meet his next thrust, "Fuck me, Namjoon."

Namjoon doesn't ask twice this time, his patience snapping as he pulls out almost entirely before slamming his cock back inside, the force jolting you up the bed. You scramble to hold on to him, clinging to his body as he begins to pound into you. You let out a string of moans and whimpers at the bruising pace, Namjoon driving his cock into you so deep you swear you can feel him all the way up in your stomach.

"You're so tight Y/n, fuck," Namjoon groans against your cheek, his voice deep and raspy, "You feel so fucking good, darling."

You almost see white at Namjoon's next powerful thrust, his cock bumping into your sweet spot. Keening, you roll your hips up to meet every snap of his hips, going a little delirious with how turned on you are.

You can hear Jungkook moan softly in the background, the slick sound of him touching his cock as he watches Namjoon fuck you into the bed.

"Namjoon," You whimper, legs trembling around his hips, "I'm, ah! – I'm close."

"Good girl," Namjoon grunts, grinding his teeth at the way you clamp down around his cock at the praise. He can feel your orgasm building, how your moans turn louder and sweeter as he quickens his pace even more. Determined to get you there, he angles his cock to batter against your g-spot, hitting it straight on.

His voice is strained, barely more than a growl, as he presses his lips to your ear and says, "Come for me, darling."

Your second orgasm crashes over you like a wave, pulling you under into a sea of pleasure as stars explode behind your eyelids. You moan Namjoon's name so loudly it's close to a scream, your whole body electrified as you gush around Namjoon's cock.

Namjoon doubles down as you clench around him, the feeling of your climax gripping him so tightly and your mouth calling out his name like a mantra causes him to come undone in seconds. Namjoon pushes himself as deep as he can go into your cunt as he begins to unravel, hot come spilling into the condom around his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He moans as he comes, "You're so perfect, darling, so hot."

You can only dig your fingers into Namjoon's hard shoulders in response, your voice stuck in your throat as Namjoon gently rocks his hips back and forth, riding out his orgasm as you slowly begin to come down from yours.

Your arms collapse down on the bed as Namjoon pushes himself up to his knees, tenderly rubbing light circles around your clit as he pulls out.

You feel empty, gaping, after the rough fuck you just had, but the touches help, your thighs trembling with light overstimulation. Namjoon moves his fingers away before it becomes too much, helping you unhook your legs from his hips.

His dark gaze keeps flickering between your wet, gaping entrance and Jungkook, the younger still jerking himself off. Jungkook's fist is barely moving up and down his length, his knuckles white from how hard he seems to be restraining himself.

"Darling," Namjoon purrs, catching your half-lidded eyes as exhaustion slowly begins to creep into your body, "Do you think you can go again?"

You could probably roll over and promptly pass right out after the two orgasms you just had back to back, but, a part of you still wants to keep going, wants to help Jungkook and return the favour of making him feel good too. It honestly doesn't look like Jungkook is going to last very long anyway, the tip of his cock leaking another spurt of pre-come with every flick of his wrist.

Jungkook's cock is pretty, a little smaller than Namjoon's maybe, but still more than enough to fill you up and make you feel good.

You shudder at how predatory Namjoon's gaze turns as you say, "I–, yeah, I can handle one more round."

Somehow, you find yourself back to how this all started, Jungkook covering your body as he licks desperately into your mouth. His hands are roaming all over your skin, eager to touch and explore everything he can. His cock is resting heavy against your stomach, the condom already on and his length lubed up for good measure.

Jungkook inches back, separating his lips from yours to murmur out a loving, "I'm going to take such good care of you, Y/n, promise."

The simple statement makes your heart flutter and there's not a doubt in your mind that Jungkook doesn't mean it. You know he does.

You open your lips pliantly as he licks back into your mouth, your head filled with nothing but warmth as Namjoon begins running his fingers through your hair. Jungkook shifts down just enough for the tip of his cock to nudge between your folds, never letting go of your lips as he does.

Jungkook embraces your body the best he can, swallowing your moan as he finally pushes inside with a choked whimper of your name.

a/n: please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the chapter!!

so.... i guess our mc got to have some special bonding time with taegi and namkook in this one, heh? 🫢

this chapter was a beast to write just because there was so much smut happening lol, so apologies that it took some time to get it ready. i can't believe that there's only one chapter left of the story but i'm so excited to share the finale with you soon 🥺 the final lovesick chapter will be posted march 29th as long as everything goes to plan!

and if you enjoyed this LS chapter and would like to support me, you can buy me a ko-fi here 💖

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angelicyoongie · 11 days

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Okay I just stumbled upon the last chapter of lovesick and I have to know….which ones do you think have a daddy kink??? Asking for a friend.

Namjoon, for sure 💀 Mayyybe Yoongi!

#q: lovesick

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angelicyoongie · 12 days

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🌸 ask my muse (round four) 🌸

It's been almost a year since the last "ask my muse" round, so it was about time we gave it another go!

As always, all of my stories and characters are fair game, just make sure you include which fic/member you’re asking a question! Please try to not ask something that has already been answered in the previous rounds ☺️ You can find the old questions here: click me! 💖 (If you can’t access them and accidentally send in a question that has already been asked, I'll just redirect you back to the old post, so no worries!)

#ask my muse #i'll keep this one open for about a week i think!

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angelicyoongie · 13 days

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Lmao 😭