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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Theme: Roommates to lovers, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, fuckboy Jungkook x fuckgirl reader.

Summary: He was tired of waiting for her.

Warning: swearing

A/n note: I really need to get the next chapter of run going but enjoy this while I do that 🤡

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"Jesus Yn you're heavy," Jungkook huffed as she threw herself on him, his arms automatically wrapping around her waist to stop her from falling and hurting herself, it was like muscle memory.

"Jungkookieee I missed youuuuuu," she slurred as she locked her hands behind his neck. Yn was a lovey-dovey drunk and she was adamant about showering him with all her love and affection whenever she came home hammered.

"I missed you too," Jungkook lied as he dragged Yn to the kitchen, her feet barely grazing the floor as they walked.

"Sit down," Jungkook demanded once they made it to the kitchen counter and Yn followed his command obediently.

"Good girl," Jungkook praised as he left her side to fill up a glass of water, he didn't notice the blush that decorated her cheeks.

He went to grab Yn's makeup bag from the bathroom while she finished the glass of water, hoping that she'd sober up a little by the time he came back.

"Look up," he instructed, grabbing the makeup wipes from the pouch but Yn was also an extremely stubborn drunk, she kept her head down, refusing to look up.

"Yn....," Jungkook called, a threat in his voice, "look up," he said again, firmly gripping her chin to tilt it upwards, if she wasn't going to do it he'd do it himself.

He got closer to her, wiping down the makeup gently, making sure to use the lightest touch that he could, he started with the smudged lipstick, wiping it away carefully.

"Jungkookie are you angry," yn asked as she peered at his face, the crinkle of his brow made him look very sexy and intimidating but it wasn't a good sign.

"No," Jungkook denied, because it was true, he wasn't angry, he was jealous, green with envy but not angry, he could never be angry at her.

He was jealous of all the men who had touched her, seen her, or even thought of her, all the men who weren't good enough for her but still got a chance to be with her. It made him rage and storm but he'd never let her know that.

She didn't have to know it, he'd just be here, in the back, silent and calm, an anchor to hold her steady while she went wild, he wouldn't let her go, wouldn't let any storm faze her, he'd carry the whole world if it meant she was happy.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Yn tipped his face in her little hands, angling his face to look at her and he could feel his breath being taken away as she grazed her fingers across his jaw.

She stared up at him, for eyes full of concern, and his heart raced at the pretty sight. She brushed his hair back, lovingly stroking his hair while she did so, he closed his eyes, putting this moment away for much later.

He let out a sigh after a moment, a sign full of frustration and longing before gently grabbing her wandering hands, bringing them back to her lap. He put on his strictest face before he opened his eyes, preparing himself for the doe eyes that would bring him to his knees someday.

"Come on Yn, time to go to bed," he commanded, helping her off the counter. She wasn't stumbling anymore, quietly walking to her room. She paused at the door, mumbling a quiet "good night Jungkookie," before heading inside, closing the door behind her.

Jungkook went into his room to bury his face among his many pillows before loudly screaming into them. Calling himself a coward and a spineless fool before falling asleep to the thoughts of pretty yn and her pretty hands and her pretty lips and her pretty eyes and her pretty........

Yn stared at the ceiling, her grip on the sheets so right it turned her knuckles pale. Her chest hurt as she heard the loud moans coming from the room right opposite hers.

Breathy moans and groans clouded her hearing as she flipped to the other side. No nightmare could be worse than this.

Okay maybe that was an exaggeration but she didn't know how else to define the pain and sadness she felt. She rolled over again, pulling a pillow over her head to block the noise.

Her headphones were still in Jungkook's room and she regretted lending them to him but there was nothing she could do about it now, she will have to deal with it.

She didn't know why she still felt sad after a year of moving in here, she had heard it numerous times but the pain never went away, she never got used to the moans and grunts and the sounds of the squeaky headboard. She didn't know how that was possible.

She had gotten used to his friends, his routine, his favorite meals, and his shows but she never, NEVER, got used to the girls he brought around every week.

It wasn't like it was the same girl, it was always a different girl. He never gave them the chance to stop and talk, the chance of a second date but he was still giving them more of a chance than he was giving her.

They were all so pretty, with gorgeous hair and perfect makeup, their jawline sharp enough to cut glass, a striking contrast to her soft face, and finally, the sweet, melodious voice that they all seemed to possess, an overall 10 on 10, she couldn't compete with them.

Her wishful thoughts that Jungkook would ever give her a chance formed a dark cloud over her mind as she tossed and turned in bed, drifting off to dreamland.

Jungkook grunted as he climbed the last flight of stairs to their apartment when he heard giggling.

Soft, beautiful, honey-like giggles were music to his ears but the deep throaty chuckle that followed was like Santa Clause and Jungkook felt his heart drop to his stomach as he contemplated not going in.

But what would he do? Go upstairs? Go to Namjoon hyung's house and tell everyone about what a coward he was? Nope. Jungkook wasn't one to be embarrassed that way.

He stabbed his key into the doorknob, twisting it open to see Yn and a guy with a receding hairline on the couch. Jungkook felt a sense of sadistic pleasure when the conversation halted and all of Yn's attention shifted to him.

"Welcome back!" Yn greeted before turning back to Mr.Baldy who sat across from her while Jungkook made his way into his room, making sure to take more time than necessary.

He could hear the dude's hushed "who was that?" Before he entered his room. Jungkook rejoiced knowing that he had made the guy uncomfortable before changing out of his work clothes and into his casuals, pulling on a tight-fitting t-shirt that stretched over his chest and grey joggers for the ultimate boyfriend look before heading out again. He had an appointment to attend to.

Yn stared at Jungkook's fine ass as he left the house, unable to get her eyes off the thicc cake that he had and her date was clearly not happy with it.

"Are you are he's just your roommate?" He questioned and Yn nodded frantically, "yea, of course," she insisted, forcing her focus onto him.

"Why don't we have a glass of wine," she offered, getting off the couch. He seemed happy with the offer, slapped her ass as she left him alone to get the alcohol.

Yn tenderly rubbed her butt once she was in the confines of the kitchen, the burn of that smack reminding her why she wasn't into spanking. Her sensitive little butt wouldn't be able to handle the violation.

She grabbed the glasses and the bottle of wine before joining him in the living room again, he laid his hand on her thigh as she swirled her drink.

"You look really beautiful tonight," he said, his hand trailing down Yn's thigh, reaching the hem of her dress.

"It's just for you," Yn lied as he gently pried her legs apart. She placed her glass on the coffee table, trailing her hand up to his torso, leaning in to capture his lips with hers, his hand moving from her knee to the back of her neck when a loud shatter made her jump from her seat.

He had dropped the wine glass and now the mood was gone. "Fuck I'm so sorry!," he yelled, kneeling to pick up the broken shards when Yn stopped him.

"It's okay, I'll clean that up don't worry about it," she assured. He moved away and all Yn could think about was how they were one glass short for movie night this month.

Jungkook was in tears from laughing so hard while Yn told him the events of her date after he left, glee taking over him as he heard of the kiss and the glass shattering.

"Serves you right for trying to lower your standards," he teased, doubling over with laughter as they sat on the terrace, a bottle of cherry vodka between them. It was something they did when the two of them had a shitty day and some extra money to spend.

His day hadn't been all that great compared to Yn but he wasn't going to tell her that, she would let him live it down, especially if she found out how he had to jump through the window to get out.

"I wasn't trying to lower my standards, he was a good guy okay," Yn defended but even she knew the guy wasn't worth her time. Jungkook gave her an amused look, "since when was a guy with a bald spot your type," he snickered, narrowly avoiding her punch, Yn might look tiny but she hit hard.

"Seriously though," Jungkook continued, avoiding Yn's eyes as he spoke, "you deserve better Yn, much better." She stared at Jungkook for a moment before turning to look at the sky, "You deserve better too Jungkook, so much better."

"Ya Jin, wait for Jungkookie," Yn demanded as she snuggled deeper into the blanket Jungkook had wrapped her in.

The boys who were scattered across the room in various seats waited patiently as Jungkook made popcorn. Yn opened her blanket wide for him once he came back, letting him into her warm cocoon when Taehyung spoke up.

"You're both technically married," he said as Jungkook sank into Yn's blanket, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

The two of them stared at each other, months worth of longing and sadness clouding their eyes, but neither of them saw it in the other.

I wish they thought before looking away from eachother. "It's not like that," Jungkook denied as he snuggled closed to her and she felt stabbing pain in her chest at the words but she shoved them down. Just like any other time.

Jungkook couldn't believe he was doing this, he couldn't believe he was doing this IN PUBLIC.

But he couldn't stop himself as he clicked on the "fine love %" button on his laptop. He was supposed to be working, coding, doing what he was supposed to but here he was, putting in his and Yn's names in the Love calculator.

It was the 12th time he had done this and he would try it till he got a perfect one hundred percent because he and yn were perfect for each other and a stupid love calculator couldn't change that.

"You know, if you're so desperate you could just confess,." Namjoon's deep voice interrupted Jungkook's thoughts, making him jump out of his chair, hiding his laptop screen from the older guy.

"what do you mean hyung," Jungkook laughed nervously, trying to play innocent but Namjoon wasn't one to let him get away with it.

Namjoon was one who was adamant about 'get your feelings out there' and 'expressions' but there was no way Jungkook was going to confess.

"I'm talking about how you were calculating Yn and your love percentage and let me tell you, the two of you would be a perfect 100 if you both weren't so fucking dumb," Namjoon huffed.

"If you aren't going to confess, maybe you should move on Jungkook," Namjoon suggested as he looked over the menu, letting his words sink into Jungkook's mind.

"Look, all you're doing is hurting by being like this, you see Yn, you don't t confess, yin keep those feeling bottled up like a pickle and then act surprised when the feelings rot and become stinky. You either need to move on or confess because if you don't you'll only end up hating Yn and I don't think you want to do that, do you?" Namjoon explained, his voice monotonous as he gave Jungkook the facts.

It was true, all he'd feel was a pain if he kept those feelings bottled up, he'd have to let them go before they shriveled up into bitterness.

And Jungkook understood that he did but he didn't know to bring it up to Yn, but he promised himself he'd do it someday, not today, but someday when he was sure she would love him just as much as he loved her.

On that day he'd put his fate and heart in her tiny hands and let her do as she saw fit.

"You smell different," She realized as she leaned further into Jungkook's fluffy hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and him.

"Yes, I ran out of shampoo, do I smell nice?" He asked as Yn refused to move her face from his hair, he smelled so fucking good and she couldn't get herself to move away.

"I see you like it?" He concluded, not bothering to move away as she buried her face in his hair. "Oh God, you smell better than me," she moaned making him laugh.

"I'll use it again if that's what makes you happy," he replied and Yn felt a red tint take over her face as she pulled away, she didn't expect him to say that and she wasn't prepared for him to say stuff like that!

But she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what he said. Did he really care that much about her? Was this a sign that he liked her? Was she overthinking? Did he say it as a friend or was he actually serious?

SHE COULDN'T WRAP HER BRAIN AROUND IT.

Jungkook sat on the arm of the couch waiting for Yn. He had been waiting for an hour now and his patience was wearing thin.

"Yn hurry up or I'm leaving," Jungkook yelled just as the door clicked open and she came out looking gorgeous as hell and Jungkook swore his dick twitched just from looking at her.

"How do I look?" she asked, giving him a twirl making her skirt flare out. "You look pretty as fuck, lets go," Jungkook assured as he guided Yn out of the house, grabbing a coat on the way out.

The club was crowded and the party was in full swing by the time they got there and it took a while for the two of them to find their friends.

Yn kept a firm grip on Jungkook's arm so she wouldn't get lost in the sea of dancing people, sticking as close to his much larger body as possible.

Jungkook shifted Yn's grip from his arm to his hand, holding her soft palm in his, feeling his heart swell as he guided her to the V.I.P section.

Yn pretended not to notice Jungkook holding her hand, hoping he wouldn't notice either and they could stay that way for a while.

Jungkook walked slower as they made their way to their friends, trying to extend the time he could hold Yn's hand. He even made a few wrong turns here and there on purpose but she didn't have to know that.

"Are you both finally together?" Jimin asked when they finally made it to the table, staring at their intertwined hands.

And despite how much it pained the two of them to pull their hands away, they did it as if they were scorched by each other's touch, sitting in the last two seats that were left.

They ordered a round of drinks after which Yn demanded Jimin come dance with her. The two of them made their way onto the dance floor followed by Hobi and Taehyung when a pretty girl in an emerald green dress approached the table.

Yn glared at the smudged lipstick on Jungkook's lips which he didn't seem to notice as he joined the table two hours later.

Her blood boiled as she downed the shot of vodka, raising her hand for another glass. "You need to slow down Yn," Jungkook suggested but Yn paid him no attention only giving him a very pissed of "hm!" Before downing the next shot.

Everyone else had gotten a partner to dance with, leaving only the two of them at their table. "Yn calm down or you're gonna get sick," Jungkook voiced out, worried about her when Yn turned her dagger-like eyes at him.

"Are you angry with me?" He asked, taking the hint but Yn didn't answer, ordering another drink for herself but the look on her face was enough to convince Jungkook that something was wrong.

"What did I do? Did I do something wrong?" He asked, clueless and very worried about whatever crime he had committed.

Yn pulled herself off her seat, stomping her way towards him, standing between his legs. "Fuck you Jungkook," she growled as she stared at his stained lips.

"Why, what did I do?" He asked, placing a palm on her hips to hold her steady.

He didn't know if it was possible but Yn's glare intensified. "What diD YOU DO? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING ME THAT? WHY DO YOU PLAY WITH ME LIKE THIS YOU FUCKING GUMBALL!?!?" She yelled, trying to kill him with her eyes but Jungkook was still clueless, an oblivious little turtle, that boy.

"Is this boy troubling you, darling," a guy asked approaching the two of but he quickly left when Yn and Jungkook both told his fuck off before turning back to their conversation.

"Look Yn, I have no clue why you're angry and I don't know why you're angry unless you TELL me, so speak up and what the hell do you mean I'm playing you huh, darling it's YOU who's been playing me like a ducking harmonica, not the other way around," Jungkook huffed, he wasn't someone to take insults lightly.

"YOU have lipstick on your face and it is driving me insane and how dare you accuse me of playing you, it was ME who had to hear you make some other girl cum every week," Yn countered as she used her sleeve to aggressively scrub the lipstick off of Jungkook's lips.

"Are you seriously jealous right now?" Jungkook asked, bewildered and mildly amused by Yn's behavior.

"Nope, why would I be jealous, that's crazy," she denied, pulling away from him once the stain was gone and Jungkook missed the feeling of her body against his but he let her go.

"You wouldn't have to be jealous if you had just kissed me first you know," Jungkook retorted and it was true. He hadn't even touched anyone tonight and the one girl he had made out with found someone else to go home with.

"I'm not jealous," she repeated before excusing herself from the table, making a beeline for the balcony doors and Jungkook followed, maintaining a little distance between them while doing so.

"Yn look at me," Jungkook gently asked, leaning against the railing of the balcony. Yn was next to him, but she refused to acknowledge him.

"Yn," he repeated, his voice dropping an octave, sending shivers down her spine. "Yn, look at me," he repeated and she obliged.

Her obedience rewarded with Jungkook pressing his lips firmly against hers, giving her a moment to respond. He was greeted with Yn's soft lips molding with his and he swore he heard bells ring and fireworks.

He couldn't bring himself to pull away from her, the sweetness of her lips addicting and indulging making him crave more and more.

Yn stared at Jungkook once he pulled away, she swore she felt a build of lightning pass through her when he had kissed her, her palms were sweaty and her lios craved more of him.

"Why did you do that?" She asked, staring into his eyes and Jungkook took this as a chance to kiss her nose.

"Because I love you, silly," he retorted, "and I've been wanting to do that for so long, it's like a dream," he added, his heart pounding as he waited for her to say something, anything.

Yn didn't say anything, wordlessly reaching out to hold his face before pressing her lips against his, and Jungkook felt his heart grow light as he pulled her against his chest, deepening the kiss that relieved him of all the longing.

1 year later

Jungkook held Yn's hand firmly in his as they followed the real estate guide from one room to another.

Their lease on the apartment was coming to an end and they wanted a bigger house that could fit a bigger bed. Jungkook was tired of tightening the screws of the headboard every few days.

"What do you think?" Yn asked, breaking his train of thought, "Nah, I think we should keep looking," he insisted, brushing his thumb against the ring on Yn's finger.

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x scientist!reader

Theme: Assassin au, agent!jungkook, doctor!reader, angst, sci-fi

Summary: Jungkook had one job before he took off to hide, one mission to fulfill so he could leave knowing he did something he could be proud of, but here he was, his hands frozen and his heart pounding.

Warning: swearing and adult language

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Emerald eyes followed the odd pair as they approached the building, entering through the front doors like everyone else. He needed to let the boss know, they couldn't let them leave just like that, they needed the girl, she was the key to all of this.

"You go up there and I'll stay here," Yn said, folding her hands across her chest, she wasn't going up there and risking her life for a stupid little bag.

Jungkook stared at her, bewildered, was this girl for real??, " look," he signed, his patience wearing thin, "I know I said this before and I'll say it again, we are a fucking team and that means we move together, I'm not leaving you here alone," he contended.

"It's a bag Jungkook, we don't need two people to go get a bag," Yn countered, Jungkook took a deep breath, he didn't want to fight, at least not right now.

"If I have to make a run for it from up there, you'll be left all alone here, if you one with me, we can run together," Jungkook theorized, hoping that she'd understand, and she did understand, because she followed him upstairs, floor after floor till they reached the metal doors of the terrace.

They pushed the metal door open as quietly as possible, surprised that there was no one there, only the sniper rifle on its stand. The two of them had their guns out, held close to them, ready to shoot if needed as they stepped onto the terrace.

"Stay here," Jungkook instructed, shoving her back onto the end of the staircase. He didn't want anyone who might be on this terrace to even get a glance at her.

He strode out towards where his bag was, he could see it quite clearly despite the darkness of night. He was thinking about how loud his footsteps were when he heard the sound of shoes hitting the concrete, he spun around, coming face to face with someone who was dressed quite similarly to him, from the tank top to the chunky boots.

"It was you," Jungkook accused, looking at the guy who was looking a little too smug right now. "It was me," the guy answered, shrugging carelessly.

"You little bitch," Jungkook swore, punching the guy in the arm, "YOU SHOT AT ME, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT," He whisper yelled when they both heard the thud of someone falling to the group.

Jungkook swore as he grabbed his bag, pushing past the guy to get to yn when he was stopped by him. "Look, just leave her and go hyung, it's pointless to take her with you," he urged, his suggestion sounding absurd to Jungkook.

"I can't just leave her behind, she's in danger," Jungkook argued, trying to push past him, "you can jungkook, don't you get it, as long as you have the girl with you, you're on the list, they want the girl, not you," he hissed.

"Listen Yeonjun, YOU might be able to leave people behind but I can't, just let me go," Jungkook fumed when they hear Yn's voice, "Dude, did you die??" She called out.

"If you're not going to listen to me, I don't have a choice Hyung, I'm sorry," Yeonjun whispered before shoving him away.

He was light on his feet as he made a dash for the scientist girl, Jungkook at his heel. She had her gun raised, but he doubted she could even shoot, much less shoot accurately enough to hurt him.

He grabbed her gun before she could react, putting it to her temple but Yn only seemed a little spooked, "Yeonjun LET HER GO," Jungkook growled as he stepped forward.

"Hyung you should leave, I can't believe you're willing to throw all that preparation for a little nerd like her," Yeonjun taunted, his grip on Yn firm.

Her face was unusually red and Jungkook worried about her safety but his concerns simmered down when Yeonjun's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell to the ground taking Yn down with him.

Yn pulled herself away from him, grabbing her glock simultaneously before kicking Yeonjun's side, "stupid asshole," she snarled before looking up at Jungkook who stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Did you kill him?" He asked, kneeling to check the boy's breathing, "No, I'm not a monster okay, he's just unconscious, now can we leave," she demanded and Jungkook obliged, following her to the staircase when an idea hit him.

He rushed back to Yeonjun's side before digging into his pockets, pulling out a set is fancy car keys before joining Yn again.

They took the elevator this time, riding all the way down to the basement in which Yeonjun's car was supposed to be.

Jungkook clicked the button on the keys and a red Honda civic beeped on the end of the parking space, it was a popular car, used by many, one wouldn't notice a Honda civic among the many other Honda civics.

The two got in immediately, Yn placed her bag by her feet while Jungkook wiggled out of the t-shirt that was now drenched in sweat, tossing the gross smelling cloth into the back seat, he pulled his weapons off one by one.

"Hold this," he instructed yn, handing her his favorite weapons before shoving the rest into his bag. He pulled his tank top off as well making Yn look at him in horror.

"Stop starting," Jungkook said as he fished a white t-shirt out of his bag, and yn immediately looked away, staring out of the window instead, Jungkook smiled as he pulled the shirt on before turning the keys in the ignition, reversing out of the parking spot.

"where are we going?" She asked as they waited for the car ahead of them to move. They were close to the edge of the city and Jungkook couldn't wait to leave the city and go onto the highway.

"Jeju," he answered simply, not taking his eyes off the wheel. "Jeju? What's over there?" Yn asked as she got comfortable in her seat, kicking her legs up onto the dash board.

"Friends," he answered when he heard rustling. He turned his head to see Yn digging into her bag, fishing out the bag of beef jerky she had stuffed into it and he felt grateful for the snack, he was hungry.

"Do you have anyone to call? Let them know you're leaving or something? You can use my phone," Jungkook offered as he shifted gears.

"Nope, no one, do you need me to call someone for you?" She asked, bringing a piece of beef jerky close to his mouth. "No one that I can think of," he answered, biting the beef jerky straight out of her hand.

The car quietened down as they passed through various exits, Busan wasn't far but it wasn't too close either, it would take a while for them to get there.

Yn yawned wide as she pulled herself awake, looking around to see the empty car seat next to her. Her eyes flew open at the realization that they had come to a stop and Jungkook wasn't where he was supposed to be.

She yanked the door open, stepping outside to see Jungkook sitting on the hood looking at the sky.

"Why did we stop? Where are we?" She asked, approaching him.

"Oh, you're awake," Jungkook acknowledged, moving aside to make space for her. "We're out of gas and we're like only halfway there," Jungkook answered, looking up at the stars that freckled the night sky.

"OUT OF GAS?" Yn exclaimed eyes wide at the bad news she had just received. "Calm down, it's not a big deal, we'll just be a little late," Jungkook elucidated, offering her his hand.

"Where are we even," Yn asked, pulling herself onto the hood as well using Jungkook's hand. "We just entered Cheongnam-do," he answered.

Yn nodded, staring at the sky as well, all around them was darkness other than a speck of light in the distance.

"I don't think we'll get to Busan till tomorrow afternoon so maybe rest up while you can," he suggested, yn nodded in reply, she had just woken up, she was rested enough.

"Maybe you should get some sleep, I'll look out for other vehicles," she offered but he refused, he couldn't sleep will he reached the warm, cozy bed that was waiting for him in Jeju.

Jungkook checked the time, 2:30 a.m., he didn't think there would be any vehicle passing by so late, most trucks and vans passed started at 4 a.m. so they had plenty of time.

"At least the sky is clear," Yn hummed, staring up at the freckled void, not a cloud in sight, it was peaceful, letting her mind wander to everything that had happened today when Jungkook shattered the silence.

"Will Yeonjun be awake by now?" He asked, Yn nodded, "he must be," she agreed, she hadn't given the boy a large dose, only a little, to knock him out for that moment.

"What did you even do to him?" He prodded, genuinely concerned about how the young lad had fallen to the ground so easily. "I didn't do anything, just gave him some narcotics," she shrugged, pulling the syringe out of her pocket to show him.

His eyes widened when he saw the shiny tip of the needle, "who even are you?" He questioned, bewildered at the equipment this girl had.

"Hwang Yn," she answered, flicking her hair with a smug look on her face, Jungkook rolled his eyes but then realized that she had just given him her name, "Yn?" He repeated, the name sounding foreign on his tongue and he was sure he had totally messed up the pronunciation.

She hummed in response but Jungkook wasn't one who got distracted so easily. "I didn't ask for your name Yn, I asked you why you have a syringe with narcotics in it," Jungkook fumed, not letting her change the topic.

"Oh, would you look at the time!" Yn exclaimed, looking down at her empty wrist, "time to get some sleep, have fun!" She added as she jamp off the hood, skipping to the front seat, leaving Jungkook wondering about what other tricks this girl had up her sleeve.

Taglist- @jknk @mwitsmejk

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x scientist!reader

Theme: Assassin au, agent!jungkook, doctor!reader, angst, sci-fi

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

He could hear his heart pounding, the rhythm which was unnoticed till a few moments ago was too loud now, clouding his senses. He felt cold all of a sudden, chills running up his spine as the world seemed to close in on him.

Yn stared at the man, his chest heaving and his face coated with droplets of sweat, she knew he was panicking but she didn't know how to calm him down.

"Dude are you okay?" She asked, reaching forward to place a hand on his sweaty shoulder, she resisted the urge to wipe her hand on her coat, focusing on calming the guy down first.

"Calm down, it's okay, it's okay," Yn said slowly although she doubted her words were doing anything and she was right, all it did was make his breathing shallower and his eyes were unfocused, looking around the room but not LOOKING.

"Justin, stop, listen," Yn said, trying to grab his attention, but he was too stressed to notice her words or actions. She stepped away from him, swiftly heading to the refrigerator at the end of the room and grabbing the ice tray.

She emptied the ice into a bowl, bringing it back to him. Jungkook was breathing through his mouth now, seeming to struggle with each inhale, his fancy hair was now drenched in sweat, sticking to his forehead.

She felt pity for him but she didn't have a choice but to use the only trick she knew.

The cold felt good against his flushed skin, grounding his mind from drifting further, forcing him to focus on the chill that it gave.

He could feel her draw circles on his neck with the ice, the movement of her hand slow and steady, he focused hard on the feeling, trying to tune his breath to the motion, slowly controlling his breath.

His eyes were shut tight as he struggled to gain control over his body, he could feel his shirt stick to him, it felt gross and annoying but he had to bear with it for now.

She continued pressing the ice cubes against his throat as his chest started to contract more evenly and he felt grateful for it but he still didn't know if this was a trap or not, he couldn't appreciate this favor till he knew he was safe.

He opened his eyes to see her hovering right over his face, trying to see if he was okay. "You ok?" She asked when she noticed his opened eyes and he nodded in response, he was alright, for now at least, but he wasn't sure how long he'd be alright.

"Look," he said, starting up at her after taking a deep breath, his mind rushing to find a way out of here. The girl was being too nice to him to be someone against him but he couldn't be too sure about it, he had to play safe and smart.

She stared at him, waiting for him to say whatever he wanted to, she doubted she'd like what he was saying. "Look girl, are you with the government?" Jungkook asked quite bluntly, he didn't intend to beat around the bush.

She looked at him like he was crazy, her face wrinkling into a frown, she looked like she'd hit him. "I wouldn't be in this stupid cramped apartment if I was with the government you dumbass, I'd be in a fancy-ass lab and wear gold-rimmed glasses every day." She hissed, offended by his question.

"Okay, good, why did they want me to kill Mr.Bang then?" Jungkook asked, his wrists were starting to burn from the rope. "I don't fucking know, okay, YOU tell ME, you're the one who came to kill him," she growled, scaring him a little.

"Okay can you let me go, I swear I won't hurt you, just let me go, my wrists hurt," he promised, he wouldn't hurt her for nothing and he needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

Yn stared at the guy with a raised brow, what did this guy want and why was he saying he won't hurt her?

"You swear you won't hurt me?" She questioned, hands on her hips, "I swear, look, you're the one with the gun, not me, you feel threatened by me, you shoot," Jungkook negotiated, he had calls to make, and for that, he needed to get to his bag.

Yn stared at the guy, it didn't matter if she had a gun, he was a well-trained guy, even a little leverage for him would put her in immediate danger, and when it came down to brute force, she was a mere bug compared to him, he'd snap her in half.

"I don't think I can do that but is there any other way I can help you," she offered, Jungkook thought about it for a moment before nodding towards his weapons, "Could you get my phone for me, and maybe untie me as well, please, the rope is giving me a burn and it hurt," he replied.

Yn stepped towards the weapons, fishing his phone out from under the pile of death tools, she even found a pair of handcuffs along with it.

She tucked the phone into her pocket before replacing the ropes with the handcuffs, giving him some space to move his sore muscles but she didn't let him have his phone just yet.

Once he had gotten the chance to snap a few sore bones here and there, Jungkook was handed his phone like a prize. He didn't have to search for the number, dialing the first number on his contact list, the number without a name or identity much like the rest of his contact list.

It rang once, twice, three times, before the line cleared and a gruff "hello," was heard, not much enthusiasm on the other side.

"Nasr, WHAT is the meaning of this," Jungkook growled into the phone, the speaker was on since he couldn't bring the phone up to his ears.

The tone of his voice terrified her, she didn't doubt that the person on the other side, whoever they were, was going to have a painful death if this guy got his hands on him.

"Jungkook," the man greeted making her eyes shoot up, any trust she had in him shattered in that instant but 'Jungkook' doesn't notice her or the deathly glare she pointed at him.

"Did you finish the job?" The man questioned, he sounded like he had no interest in the answer. "What job Nasr? The man you sent me for is dead, has been for a while now," Jungkook hissed into the phone.

"Oh dear, looks like someone else did the job before you," Nasr replied, the lack of surprise pissed Jungkook off, he had been lied to, he didn't take lies well, he didn't appreciate them and it pissed him off that he had been made a fool of.

"Is there anyone else over there?" He asked, the voice loud and clear on the speaker, Yn immediately raided her gun, preparing to shoot the guy, she didn't intend to be on the government's radar, she wouldn't go off like Mr.Bang, she was better than that.

Jungkook heard the click of the gun, ready to fire at him any second, he looked up from the phone, looking straight into her eyes, "no, nobody here, just some equipment and chemicals," he lied.

"Did you think I would trust your lies Jungkook, did you think I'd let you go so soon?" The man chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Yn's spine, she had heard it before, that sadistic laugh, but she couldn't quite place where it was from.

"I'll see you two soon," the man said before the dial tone came on again, leaving both yn and Jungkook staring at the phone.

They stared at each other, Jungkook now on the ground as well, his hands cuffed. "Look I don't really care if bondage is your thing but I'm not into it so could you please let me go," Jungkook grumbled as she cuffed his hands as well.

"Shut up JUNGKOOK," Yn hissed, moving away from him to sit on the floor as well. "Look at least I gave you an alternative name, you didn't even do that," he accused, trying to defend himself.

"Didn't anyone teach you that anything other than the truth is a lie, be glad I didn't lie to you," yn scolded, peeking over to look out of the window Jungkook had entered from.

"Look we need to get out of here before they get here if we want to be safe," Jungkook retorted, he was sure Nasr's men were outside the door this very moment.

"There is no 'WE' over here dude, there's only you and me," Yn answered, Jungkook was tempted to slap the selfishness out of her.

"Shut the fuck up okay, what do you mean 'you' and 'me', you'll die once you get out of that door and so will I, we're a team right now so stop trying to be a boss girl and listen," Jungkook snapped.

"What do you mean I'll die, I'm just a measly little nerd what do they want from me?" She questioned. "I don't know okay but you heard Nasr, we're both dead if you walk out of here," Jungkook repeated.

"Stop yelling at me and what do you want, can you get me out of here?" Yn asked, pissed off by Jungkook's pessimistic attitude.

"Look we're on the same team okay, we need to co-operate with each other, I get that you haven't left your house or interacted with people in the last decade but you need to be calmer and more of a listener," Jungkook huffed.

The girl looked like she'd slap him but held back, focusing on his next words instead. "Speak then mister team leader," she quipped.

"Thank you," Jungkook answered in the same sarcastic tone. "First you need to get my handcuffs off," Jungkook instructed earning an eye roll from her as she crawled on her knees towards him, unlocking the metal rings from his wrist when the window shattered.

"FUCK!" Jungkook swore as he pulled yn down into his side, holding her close as glass flew all over the room, he craned his neck to see who it was but the table was in the way, preventing him from seeing anything.

"Look," Jungkook said, forcing yn's eyes up to him, "we need to get out of here NOW," he hissed, hoping she understood the severity of the situation.

"What do we do?" She asked, pushing herself away from him but still keeping her head low, letting the table cover her figure.

"Is there another window?" He asked, scanning the whole room for another way out but found none, Yn nodded toward the door to her right, "that leads to the living room, there are windows out there," she answered.

The two of them crawled out of the room on their hands and knees and yn had grabbed a bag of beef jerky and a bottle of water while Jungkook gathered his weapons.

Once out of the room, Jungkook assembled all his weapons, sorting them into their right places while Yn hurried around, gathering a small bag full of chemicals, two pairs of clothes, and a toothbrush.

Jungkook contemplated going back to the terrace for his bag but decided against it, he go there later, he couldn't leave little miss scientist alone.

Once yn was back in the room with her little backpack, she started down at Jungkook's attire, his stupid black tank top and the stupid arm harness sort of thing and the stupid belt thingy that held his guns and knives, she didn't want to go out in public with someone who looked like that had just attended the comic con.

"Look we can't go out with you looking like THAT," she said, Jungkook gaped at her, highly offended by her comment, "I look hot, okay, don't judge," he replied, defensive and taken aback at the rude comment.

"That's the point, nobody keeps their eyes off a hot dude with nice tits and a ton of guns, maybe wear a shirt over that," she retorted, leaving the room before he could say anything else.

She came back with a t-shirt that was way too big for Jungkook, shoving it in his hands, "wear that, it'll cover the guns at least," she insisted. Jungkook sniffed the shirt, his nose scrunching up at the smell of naphthalene mixed with cobwebs.

"Who's is this?" He asked as he pulled it over his head, the shirt loosely draping over his shoulders, concealing all the weapons on his body. "It's Mr.Bang's, I hope it's comfortable enough," Yn answered before heading for the door.

Jungkook pulled her back by her backpack, "are you stupid?" He asked, looking down at her short frame, she raised a brow at the insult.

"Might as well walk yourself to the headquarters and sit yourself down in front of them," He jabbed before leading her towards the window on the other side of the room.

"We need to get out of this building as discreetly as possible and we can't do that from the front door okay," Jungkook explained as he pulled the window open, looking down into an empty alleyway.

Perfect

"You're stupid, there's no way you can climb down there," Yn complained, she was starting to complain way too much and it was annoying Jungkook.

"I'd like to see YOU have a better idea little miss know it all," Jungkook hissed, glaring at her. Yn grinned at him as she walked into what Jungkook assumed was a second bedroom, pulling open a window, she climbed out easily before disappearing from sight.

Jungkook rushed to the window as well, sticking his head out, praying that she didn't hurt herself, only to see Yn a few feet below the window on a metal staircase that winded downwards.

"What is that?" Jungkook asked as he pulled himself onto the window, preparing to do what she had. "A fire escape, much easier isn't it, hotshot," Yn sassed, Jungkook rolled his eyes at that before jumping onto the landing, the stairs creaking underneath his weight.

"Look we need to do something else before we get out of here," Jungkook said as they ran down the stairs approaching the no so busy street.

"And what is that?" yn asked, her short feet struggling to keep up with the giant next to her, "we need to get my bag," Jungkook answered, pointing to the building from which the sniper had shot at them a few minutes ago.

"Can't we just leave it behind?" Yn asked, looking anywhere but at the building, "we can if you can arrange a vehicle for us to get out of this city," Jungkook replied.

"If anything happens to me, I swear you'll regret it," Yn threatened before walking towards the building, Jungkook grinned as he followed after her, unaware of the eyes trained on them from above.

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Theme: angst, ex-lovers, break up au

Summary: He held her one last time

Prompt from @koishua

He couldn't stand it.

He wanted to lie, to blame, to make excuses but all that left his mouth were apologies.

He didn't know why tears fogged his sight.

He didn't deserve to cry, he didn't deserve to feel the pain, but that was all he felt.

He didn't know why he did it.

He regretted it every moment after and still, all he felt was guilt.

He crouched down next to her, reaching forward to hold her face, flushed with tears and so beautiful, it pained him.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

It was all he could say, his lips mumbling the words like a prayer for a redemption he didn't deserve.

His sobs echoed across the room as he held her face in his hands, her tears rolling onto his palms.

He wished her skin would burn him because that was what he deserved.

He didn't deserve to hold her like this after what he had done.

He wished she'd look at him, but he didn't deserve that either.

He didn't deserve to have her look at him, even a glance would be salvation to him.

Her soft sobs chipped away at him, breaking each part of him that she had held for so long.

Why, she asked, soft voice shaky and cracked.

Why?

He couldn't answer.

His mind raced for the reason.

But nothing came up,

He didn't why he had ruined them.

What was the reason?

Nothing.

There was no reason.

He had thrown it all away.

What for?

Nothing.

All that love, all those memories, all those moments of happiness.

Gone. Tossed away. Burnt to ash with his own hands.

Why Yoongi? She asked again, her breath uneven and ragged, looking up at him for the reason.

What had she done wrong?

What made him leave?

What could she have done better?

Was she pretty? She asked, holding onto the hem of his shirt.

No. Not as much as you. He answered

Was she better than me?

No. No one can be better than you.

Then why? she sobbed, pulling away from him.

She staggered to her feet, wiping away her tears and pain.

He stumbled onto his feet behind her, following as she left the room.

He begged and pleaded for her to not leave.

But her heart was not more than a pile of jagged glass.

I hope you find someone who loves you more than I could.

His heart shattered as she stormed out of the house.

He cried himself to sleep that night. The bottle of vodka next to his bed would be the first of many.

The words she left were a curse to him.

He never found someone who loved like that.

And he knew, he never would.

A/n: did u cry??

#bts #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts army #bts au #bts angst #bts fanfction #min suga #min yoongi #yoongi angst #bts fic #bts fake scenarios #yoongi fanfic #yoongi ff #bts ffs #bts sad

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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🍂 - angst

🌸 - fluff

🥀 - smut

☎ - smau

🖋 - written

-> Bulletproof Crime Organization 🖋🥀🌸🍂

-> Put that mouth to use 🥀🖋

-> Types of kinks 🌸🥀🖋

-> Better man 🌸🖋

-> Types of kinks 🌸🥀🖋

-> Again 🌸🍂🖋

-> Yoongi being a boob guy 🌸🥀🖋

-> The reapers call 🍂🖋

-> Walk to the afterlife 🌸🍂🖋

-> Bulletproof Crime Organization 🖋🥀🌸🍂

-> Curse 🖋🍂

-> Types of kinks 🌸🥀🖋

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-> Types of kinks 🌸🥀🖋

-> Climb on 🌸🥀🖋

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-> Types of kinks 🌸🥀🖋

-> Fall together 🌸🍂🖋

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-> Types of kinks 🌸🥀🖋

-> Sexy killer 🌸🍂🖋

-> Little penguin 🌸🖋

-> Bulletproof Crime Organization 🖋🥀🌸🍂

-> Run 🖋🍂🌸🥀

-> Types of kinks 🌸🥀🖋

-> The reapers call 🍂🖋

-> Bulletproof Crime Organization 🖋🥀🌸🍂

-> How we were 🍂🖋

-> Roommate 🌸🍂🖋

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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I need to rewrite this properly in the next few days

BCO (Bangtan Crime Org.)

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Theme: Mafia au, poly au, smut (later), fluff, sassy female lead.

Warning: Swearing, gore, blood, smut.

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

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“So, what’s the verdict?”

“Oh, she’s totally lying. She didn’t say a single true thing the entire time she was sitting there. I’m sure if you asked her what color the sky was she would say ‘red’.” Jin answered as the seven of them gathered inside Namjoon’s office.

“so what do we do now?” Jimin asked, looking at the monitor, she didn’t even try to free herself considering the fact that they had tied her pretty loosely.

“Yoongi hyung, I think you should go in” Namjoon answered, looking into the monitor as well, there was something suspicious about this girl, she didn’t speak and if she did all she did was lie, she didn’t try to escape, she wasn’t even mildly panicking over the fact that the plan to kill atleast one of them had fail. She just sat there with a blank expression.

It irritated Namjoon, how calm she was, he watched patiently as Yoongi hyung went to get the work done, get the girl to tell them something. She was extremely young, younger than Jungkook who was 24 and sipping on banana milk while looking at the monitor as Yoongi came into view.

“Hello little girl” Yoongi greeted, the girl huffed, “Take a seat, this is going to take a long time” she jested, jerking her head towards the empty chair across the table from her, “how kind of you” Yoongi retorted as he took the seat, she rolled her eyes at him.

He got comfortable, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his collar, “So, what’s your name?” he asked, no response, “well then I’ll go first, my name in Min Yoongi, I’m the right hand man” he continued but was quickly interrupted by the girl, “Didn’t your friend already tell you my name? aish, you guys are so boring” she snapped, “boring?” Yoongi questioned, he had actually got a name from Jin hyung but they weren’t sure if she was lying or not.

“so you weren’t lying about that?” he asked, “of course not!” the girl said, her voice full of disbelief, So your name is actually Susan?”, “yes.”, “well that’s funny cuz Jin hyung told me your name was Mary” Yoongi retorted, a smirk taking over his features, “That’s my middle name” She answered, he breathed out a laugh at how hard she was trying, he would have pitied her if she hadn’t tried to kill them.

“Why do you keep lying?” he asked as he got up from his seat, he really didn’t want to hurt this pretty girl but he had no choice, if he needed information he would have to hurt her. She didn’t answer hid question, “is it loyalty?” he asked as he got closer to her, picking up the knife on the table on the way.

“Maybe.” she said, Yoongi ran a finger down the blade in his hand, “look, you tell me everything we need and we’ll let you go” he offered, “No.” was the answer he got, making him sign, “look, you don’t talk you get hurt, I doubt you want to get hurt” he warned looking her in the eye, she simply stared back at him before speaking again, “I like getting hurt”. The fuck, Yoongi thought, she was just like Jin hyung, no wonder Jin hyung had been so frustrated with only 10 minutes of her, but Yoongi wasn;t one to give up easily, he prided himself on his interrogation technique and he was going to get this girl to spill the beans.

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OUTSIDE

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“Do you think she’ll actually talk?” Taehyung asked, he could see why Jin hyung was so frustrated, having to interrogate someone who spoke just like him was difficult especially if they had Jin hyung’s way of deviating from the topic and a phd in the nonsense game.

The six of them payed closer attention to the pictures taken of the girl, she refused to tell them her name, Jungkook had been the one to spot her in the dealership area, atop a building with a sniper gun pointed straight at Namjoon’s head, the girl was clearly very ambitious for wanting to get done with Namjoon first.

“I don’t know, maybe we didn’t pressure her enough yet” Hobi answered Tae’s question, they all looked at the reports that the mafia members had given them, looking for any and all ways that the girl could have come in through, they couldn’t find any loop holes in the guard places.

“She’s so fucking annoying, oh my God” Jin exclaimed as he went through what he had gotten from her (which was basically nothing except for wrong information), “Glad to know you understand what it is like to ask you questions” Jimin retorted with a snigger making Jin glare at him.

“There was someone else with her on the terrace but they got away, she was even looking for them when we were taking her away” Jungkook said over Jin and Jimin’s bickering, “Any clue what that person looks like?” Namjoon asked as he looked at the pictures, the girl was pretty, she probably was a master in the skill of seduction with looks like that. Long, wavy brown hair and jet black eyes complimented her face structure, she clearly had a lot of skills other than being a sniped considering the fact that she had managed to get to the top of the building without being detected.

“All I saw was their back, he was very muscular and then he vanished into the street” Jungkook recalled, thinking a little harder to remember any of the details, “oh and he was wearing a cast, you know the kind they wear when they have a sprained hand, that one” he informed Namjoon who just nodded, a sprain bandage was easy to remove and the muscular back could apply to more than half of the mafia industry. They’d just have to wait and see if the girl gave up any information.

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“Now let us try again,” Yoongi coo’d pressing the knife to the girl’s thigh, “what is your name? and i want a real answer” he questioned, he watched the girl’s eyes shut with pain as the knife pierced her skin, it wasn’t a deep cut, just a slash to the top of her skin, not meant to kill, just to make her talk.

“That felt good, come on give me more” she choked out making Yoongi gape at her, was this girl insane or was she really into knife play to still be able to taunt him like this, he didn’t know anymore. He pressed his palm to the wound, blood coating his hand making her hiss, “your name darling” he asked again, pressing harder onto it. She shook her head, no, she was not going to talk to him yet. He just shook his head, pressing down harder onto the wound, her scream echoed through the room and outside as well making Jin wince outside.

“Yn, my name is Yn” she finally gave in, Yoongi’s hand coming off of her wound, “now, that wasn’t so hard was it, you wouldn’t have had to experience all that had you just answered me” he jested as he wiped his hand off on a rag, the gold rings on his fingers glinting in the yellow glow of the bulb that hung above the two of them.

“Now, Yn, onto the next question, who sent you?” he asked staring down at her, she didn’t answer, she just looked down at her bleeding thigh, refusing to meet his eye, “Speak up dear, unless you want to get hurt” he said, taking a step towards her, she still didn’t speak, he asked again as he ran the blood stained knife from the base of her neck to her chin, he didn’t hurt her, no, he just wanted to instill the fear inside her, it would be a shame to have to slice such a pretty throat, he thought to himself as he waited for an answer, no answer, his swiftly sliced her collarbone, blood seeping out of the cut. The girl hissed but didn’t say anything.

“Is this what you were told to do? give up your life but not give up information, are you really that loyal?” he continued, “Do you really think someone will come for you Yn? do you think they’ll rescue you from us? do you think you’ll get out of here alive?” he bugged as he brought the knife down on the side of her face, another sleek cut on her cheek. “Go away, you’re annoying” she groaned, not even bothering to try anything,Yoongi just laughed at her. She really was loyal, a little too loyal, if he had a person like her in his gang, he would reward her greatly for being so loyal because loyalty was something that was very rare in the mafia business.

“Ok then, why don’t you tell us how you got through our security instead” he offered, she contemplated for a moment before answering, “your security sucks, that’s how”, it pissed him off but he managed to keep his cool, “how so?” he asked, he genuinely wanted to know what was wrong with their security so he could chew Hobi out about it later. “Everything” she replied, “maybe be more specific,” he jabbed as he walked around the room when a sharp knock sounded on the door. “Come in” he permitted leading to Hoseok coming inside.

The two of them exchanged hushed whispers before Hoseok left again. Yoongi leaned against the table looking at the girl, he really did feel pity for her now. “We got a message from your people” he said as he toyed with the knife, her head shot up at the information, were they negotiating with Bangtan for her? were they going to rescue her? were they coming to get her? hope ran through her as she thought all the possibilities.

Yoongi looked back at her once Hoseok left the room, all he felt was pity for her but he wouldn’t show it on his face, nope. “They’re letting you go.” he informed watching as her eyes widened at the news, “look, just tell us what we need and we’ll let you go as well” he told her, he really did feel bad for the girl but he had a job which he was supposed to do.

“No.” she said, looking down at the floor, how could they do this, why would they do this after everything she had done for them, they knew she would hunt them all down one by one once she got out, “why would they do that?” she pondered out loud, “Maybe because they don’t have faith that you’ll come out alive” he answered, watching as anger flared in her eyes, what ever the people who had sent in that message had done, they were going to pay for it dearly.

“Well, how do you feel? to be abandoned just like that?” Yoongi asked, egging her anger on, “you know, being abandoned ever after being so loyal, I pity you, they don’t deserve your loyalty Yn, they don’t deserve it at all” he told her, it was the truth, being so loyal to the gang only to have them not be loyal to you hurt.

Gang life was all about loyalty and this gang that Yn was from was clearly not loyal to its members. “I’ll talk, but -” she paused looking up from the floor, straight at Yoongi, “but what?” he asked, carefully leveling her up, “You need to let me up first, these ropes are giving me a burn” she said, a mischievous grin taking over her face.

“And why would I do that when you came very close to killing Namjoon” he asked with a raised eyebrow, “because I have no reason to kill you anymore, I don’t kill without a purpose” she answered, a challenging look on her face, “give me a minute” he said heading to the door, “either you free me or I free myself dude” she said before he could leave the door. “Can I call my friends here atleast?” he questioned, feeling doubtful about what she was thinking, would she free herself and kill them all? did she have any other hidden weapons? was she capable of killing all of them and making it out alive? he thought about all this before she answered, “Sure, call all your men if you want, I’m harmless when I don’t want to kill.” she assured.

Yoongi shrugged, heading towards the camera that was located, gesturing them to come inside the room, it only took a few moments for the six of them to file into the room, three guards waiting outside for any commands given.

“Anneyonghaseyo!” Yn greeted the six of them who ignored her, quickly circling Yoongi to listen to what he had to say. They spoke in hushed voices, making sure Yn couldn’t hear them before Yoongi turned towards her again, the rest of the boys moving away from him, “We’ll free you but no funny business ok” he said as Jimin came forward to cut the ropes binding her.

“Aishh, I knew the seven of you were handsome, but not this handsome” she said as Jimin released her, moving away from her with caution, “Aish my beautiful hands” she said, taking note of the rope burns on her wrists. “You knew we were handsome?” Jin asked as Yn inspected her injuries he was quite surprised by the news considering the fact that they didn’t know that they were talked about in other mafia circles.

“Umm.. yeah, you guys are kind of a big deal in the mafia, we had a dartboard with your faces on it back at the compound” she said, looking back up at them to see them blushing.

“Uhh.. do -, do you need cotton for that?” Hobi asked pointing at her wounds, she nodded, “and a mirror too please” she requested as she sat more comfortably, untying her legs as well so she could stretch them out, “So what do you guys want from me and what will you give me in return?” she asked a boy rushed into the room with a first aid kit and a mirror before rushing out of the room.

She leaned forward, grabbing a piece of cotton before looking at her face in the mirror, “Aish, could’t you stab me somewhere else, my beautiful face” she whined as she cleaned up the blood and sweat, true Kim Seokjin behavior Hobi thought as she cleaned herself up, waiting for her to get done before they started to question her.

Yn took her time while treating herself, because her injuries were more important than what ever information they needed, she even hummed to herself as she put on the bandage, putting extra pressure on it before taking her hands off.

“Well, what do you need?” she asked sitting up straight. “this place isn’t exactly ideal for business deals, we’ll go upstairs where we can speak comfortably” Namjoon stated, she nodded as she got up, not showing any signs of pain at flexing her thigh.

Jimin and Yoongi followed after her, closing the interrogation room behind them.

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Yn sat comfortably on the huge, luxurious sofa in Namjoon’s office, but she was going to complain about it just because she wanted to, “Yah, is this how the richest mafia lives? sitting on such bumpy sofas?” she groaned as the boys sat or stood at various places in the room, only Namjoon sat in the arm chair opposite to her.

She crossed her injured leg over the other one, she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, might as well be comfortable. “So…” she began as the same boy who had got her the first aid kit got her a can of coke, she raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t refuse, taking the chilled can in hand she waited patiently for them to say something.

“So…” Namjoon started, the awkwardness settling in the air. “we need information on who sent you and why” Jin asked, trying to help Namjoon out, “what do i get in exchange?” she countered, she was willing to bargain but she needed a price first, “what do you want?” Namjoon asked as she popped the coke can open, the sound of the fizz drowning out whatever she was saying so she repeated again.

“I need a gang,” she said, taking a sip of the fizzy drink before continuing, “I, in case you don’t know me, I am Hwang Yn,” she said making the seven of them look at her with shock, the Hwang’s were quite popular among the mafias, they were born to kill, trained from a young age and only the most prominent gangs had a Hwang in them, Bangtan didn’t have any Hwangs yet, not because they weren’t prominent but because they didn’t find the need to have a Hwang, they were also the most loyal clan in the Mafia.

The boys looked at each other, “why do you want to join out Mafia? I’m sure there are plenty of Mafias out there who would be honored to have you” Jungkook said from his spot on Namjoon’s desk, toying with one of the paper weights, “who wouldn’t want to be in Bangtan, you guys are the biggest crime organization there is in Korea” she answered. Namjoon thought about it, he didn’t want to give her a free way, she could still be dangerous. “Are you willing to go through the basic tests for joining?” He asked, leaning forward in his seat, his elbows resting on his knees, his chin in his hand.

“Sure….” she drawled, looking at the seven boys more closely, she was confident, being a Hwang meant that she was multi talented, a great assassin with a strong sense of loyalty, she knew she could win any test that she was faced with.

“Well then, who sent you?” Namjoon asked once they had decided on what Yn wanted in exchange, “they’re a group called Metallica, they’re in association with JYP; do you have something more alcoholic by the way, this is too soft for my taste” she said holding up the coke, “we’ll give you alcohol once you’re done answering us” Yoongi snigger, “fine then, get this done quick” She demanded and Namjoon almost kicked himself for nodding at the command.

“Why did they send you?” He questioned before calling Taehyung closer, “get a room prepared for Ms.Yn” he ordered making Tae turn around to leave the room going to get a room prepared.

“You’re forgetting that you’re the biggest gang there is Namjoon, they want you done and out of the game” she said, Namjoon swore he felt a shiver go up his spine at the way she said his name, “will they send someone else?” He asked as Tae came back into the room, “yes, not immediately but they will come back” she answered.

“Where can I find them, where is their base?” Namjoon asked, making her sign and press the bridge of her nose, “look here Namjoon, you will not go after them” she said, daring him to argue with her, “I will hunt them down myself, no one and I mean absolutely no one let’s Hwang Yn go that easily” she finished, silencing any disagreement.

Namjoon was fine with that, they wouldn’t have to bother if she was on it, she could hunt them down if that’s what she wanted so be it, as long as she didn’t turn on them they were good. “Okay then, I’ll leave that up to you, now, would you like some rest or food?” He asked, she was surprised with how easily they were ready to give her shelter, they seemed too nice to be a part of the mafia if you looked past the stabbing, drugs and gangs part, “You will be under house arrest for the next few days till you prove that you won’t be running away and after that you can take the test and prove your loyalty and then, you can be a part of the gang” Never mind, they weren’t that nice after all.

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A/n: I’ll continue this some other day :D ~ 🦛

Someone asked to be added to the taglist for this fic but unfortunately there is no taglist since it was a spontaneous idea but the rest of the story will be posted under the hashtag #bulletproofco, you can keep checking that hashtag to see if I post :)

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Climb On

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Theme: Slice of life au, fluff and fluff and a lil smut.

Warning: Smut (very little) , no swearing (Namjoon doesn’t swear and yn doesn’t swear around him because he scolds her for having a foul mouth :P)

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Yn groaned for the third time in 12 minutes and Namjoon was starting to get frustrated with her, “Can we take a break now?? Pleaseee” she whined, gripping her knees to catch her breath, “little more and we can take a break” Namjoon assured, waiting a few steps ahead so she could catch up.

He wished he had come with Hobi instead but he had actually wanted Yn and him to spend some quality time, he should have known Yn was this unfit, she hadn’t hit the gym in more than more than 6 months and exercise at home was out of question with how busy she had been.

“Finee” she groaned as she wiped sweat off her forehead, for someone this unfit, his girlfriend sure looked sexy as hell with sweat dripping off her and her top clinging to every curve of her body, “that’s my girl” he praised as she moved to join him.

The two of them kept climbing uphill, Yn lagging behind him due to her short legs, “Yah slow down will you” she huffed as they finally reached the spot Namjoon had promised they’d rest at, plopping down on a somewhat flat rock, Namjoon joined her on the rock, sitting far enough not to touch her, because sweaty Yn, no matter how sexy go annoyed very easily and Namjoon was a human furnace on the daily so it would just contribute to Yn’s irritability.

He looked at the few people who had come hiking on that day when Yn nudged his side, he looked towards her seeing her hold a small child in her arms, “where did you come from?” Namjoon asked with a smile, he always had a soft spot for kids and hoped to have some of his own in the future.

The little boy pointed to his parents not very far away, also taking a break, they didn’t seem bothered that their child was with Yn, who had the sweetest smile on her face as she coo’d down at the child, Namjoon couldn’t help but feel endeared. He had never seen Yn with kids before but watching her interact with the little boy made him feel happy. Her foul mood from earlier vanishing as the boy squished her cheeks.

She pulled out a chocolate bar out of the back-pack he had been carrying, surprising him, “when did you sneak that in?” he asked as she broke it into three parts, giving the boy who had settled comfortably in her lap a share before giving him some too, white chocolate was Yn’s favorite, “Hobi gave it to him when I said i was coming hiking with you” she explained, nibbling on her own chocolate.

Namjoon whipped his phone out, looking at the boy’s parents for permission before snapping a picture of the two of them, checking them once, smiling at how happy they looked before putting his phone back, the couple coming to collect their child from Yn. The boy waved at the two of them as he was taken away.

“Cute” Namjoon mumbled as he reached for Yn’s outstretched hand, pulling her up to her” feet, she just smiled at him, dusting her clothes off before grabbing her water bottle from the side, “come on, we need to get going” she said, making Namjoon follow her as they kept climbing.

“I’m tiredddd”

“We just took a break!!!!!!!”

“But I’m tired and my legs hurt :(”

“Awee poor baby, we can go home once we get to the top”

“Namjoonnnnnieeeeeee”

Namjoon groaned at her constant whining, pulling her closer to him he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I’ll give you a reward if you get to the top without whining,” his voice as low as it would get, sending a chill down her spine, he almost laughed at how quickly she perked up at the mention of a reward, taking a gulp of her water, getting ready to get to the top without complain.

She went ahead of Namjoon, staying at least a few steps ahead of him, he watched her struggle to not whine finding it extremely amusing. It definitely took all of her will power to stop herself from whining.

They both made it to the top without a single whine, getting the cable car tickets to go back down. Both too tired to walk more, leaning against each other sipping their own milkshakes as they waited for the cable car.

Namjoon couldn’t get his eyes off his gorgeous girlfriend, her hair which had been down at the beginning of the day was now piled up into a bun on top her head exposing her pretty collar bones and neck, she looked so pretty, ‘Oh my god I’m so whipped’ he thought to himself, suddenly feeling shy. She turned towards him to see what he was staring at, “Will you hit me if i kiss you?” he asked leaning closer to her, “I will if you don’t” she mumbled, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him closer to meet his lips with her own, the pillowy feeling of his lips making her think the hike was worth it.

Namjoon was the first to pull away, still looking down at her with a smile, “So about that reward” she diverted, raking her nail up his thigh, his breath hitching, “Yn..” he warned, feeling his cock stir and Yn sitting in front of him all sweaty didn’t help at all because, DAMN….., his girlfriend was sexy as hell and now here she was seducing him, which sane person would ignore that?

Lucky for him, the cable car was here, they quickly climbed in, riding the car down to the parking lot, they quickly got into their car, “Namjooniee” Yn whined, her voice airy and needy, her hands reaching for his pants, making Namjoon’s mind blank for a moment, “At home I promise” he answered, grabbing her hands from doing more damage than she had already done.

Driving as fast as he could without getting a ticket.

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Put that mouth to use.

Genre: Smut 18+, Dom Jin and Bratty Sub Reader

Pairing: Jin x reader

Warning: Oral (m and f receiving), pet play, punishment, angry Dom Jin, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids :P), degradation, etc.

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Jin glared at you for the nth time that night as you and Jungkook giggled together, dragging all the attention away from him to the two of you, “what’s so funny?” he asked you, nearly seething with anger, he had told you to be good for him but you were doing the exact opposite of that, you were starting to piss him off.

“nothing” you mumbled as you went back to talking to Jungkook in hushed whispers. He continued his story, “that’s not what happened tho” you said looking at him with your big doe eyes, “really darling? then why don’t you tell them what happened” Jin dared, giving you the look, he was clearly pissed and you were sure you’d suffer the consequences of your behavior once they were back home.

The last straw for Jin was when you had talked over him, not letting him finish his conversation with Namjoon. He had played it off as nothing in front of Namjoon but he was pissed.

It hadn’t been intentional on your part but it had happened and you were sure Jin was angry, hence why you were avoiding him like the plague right now. What you weren’t expecting was for him to pull you into the guest room that the two of you were staying in.

He clamped his large hand over your mouth not allowing you to make any noise, “I told you to be good” he scolded as his other hand palmed you ass through your clothes, you nodded, he had told you to be good for him, “and you still don’t listen to me, being a bratty little puppy in front of all my friends” he huffed as he looked down into your eyes, “I’m sorry” you said softly as Jin let go of your mouth, “oh, you’re definitely going to be sorry pup” he growled into your ear, “on your knees” he commanded, no longer the sweet Jin that he had been a few moments ago outside, this was Dom Jin, angry and very ready to inflict punishment upon you.

“But Jungkook- “ you started, there were a lot of people who were waiting for the two of them at the dinner party that was going on outside, “On you knees pup, now” Jin snapped, he didn’t care that all his friends were right across the hall, he wanted, no, needed to discipline his pup right now.

You knelt on the smooth marble of Namjoon’s guest room, “Don’t get shy now sweetheart, put that mouth of yours to good use” Jin hissed, his words making you reach for the zip of his pants, his cock hard and heavy in you hold, the veins popping up on it, you stroked it a few times before leaning forward, your tongue meeting the tip of his cock before running it down his hard length, Jin hissed at how good your tongue felt on him as you lathered it up with your tongue before you wrapped your mouth around his hard length, “fuck baby, keep going” Jin groaned as you started to take him deeper down your throat, his hands came down to hold your hair out of your face as you too his cock inch by inch, the tip hitting the back of your throat before you started bobbing your head slowly, lathering his length with your spit.

But Jin was an impatient man, he placed his hand behind your head, taking full control of how you used it, he pumped himself into your mouth, reveling in the way your wet little mouth took him, slowly fucking your throat, he moaned as he quickened the pace, making tears stream down your cheeks “fuck, your mouth feels great love” he groaned as you felt his cock pulsate in your mouth, “you look so cute with my cock in your mouth” he smirked as he slowed his thrushing, feeling his balls tighten, he cupped your face in his hand, your mouth full of his cock, “don’t waste a single drop ok pup” he instructed as he pumped a few more timed before he came undone in your mouth, his warm cum flooding your mouth as you desperately tried to get all of it, taking up as much of his cum as you could before sucking the last few drops, pulling away from him.

“Do you still feel like being bratty little pup?” Jin asked, you shook your head, no, you wouldn’t be bratty anymore, “well too bad, I’m not done with your punishment” Jin taunted, “turn around now, let me see that pretty hole of yours” he said, you were quick to follow, he pushed your skirt up, exposing your soaked panties, running a finger delicately over the wetness, Jin felt proud of his little pet, “look at you getting turned on from me fucking your mouth” he mocked. You let out a whimper as he slid your panties to the side, smiling when he saw you wet and ready for him, he delivered a quick slap to your sensitive spot making you yelp, “you want me to fuck you here too little one?” He asked as he teased the opening with his fingers, getting them wet with your juices, you nodded, grinding against his fingers, looking for more friction.

He quickly took them away, taking a taste, “fuck, you taste so sweet pup,” he groaned, “do you want me to make you cum baby” he asked again, this time pushing his fingers in, knuckle deep in your tight, wet hole. You whined, moving against his fingers, “please jinnie , please fuck me” you begged, you needed his cock inside you, now. “Look at you begging like the cute slut that you are” he laughed as he started moving his fingers inside you, you moaned as his fingers skillfully riled you up, you could feel the knot building up in your stomach, but you weren’t satisfied, “Jinnie, need you” you panted making him look at you, “I’m right here pup, what do you need” he asked sweetly, almost like he wasn’t 3 fingers knuckle deep inside you, “need you, need your cock, please Jinnie, please” you pleaded making his growl at you, “fuck, you don’t know what you do to me pup,” he said, feeling his cock harden at the sight of you begging him.

“Fuck pup, I don’t have a condom, we’ll have to wait till we get home” he explained, speeding up his fingers, his thumb toying wiht your clit, “Jinnie please, fuck me, pleasee, no need of condom” you whined and that broke Jin’s perseverance, he kicked his pants off, stroking his cock a few times before positioning it near your hole, he leaned down, peppering kisses down your jaw and neck, you didn’t know which Jin you liked more, the sadistic dominating one or the sweet lover.

He slowly pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the size, peppering little kisses from your jaw to your neck to your exposed collar before going deeper till he was fully in. He sucked hard on the spot, making you moan as you held onto him before he started moving, “God, you’re so tight” he moaned as he moved slowly at first, picking up the speed once you both were comfortable.

He reveled in this feeling, the feeling of being on top of you, the feeling of having your slick walls wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his back and so much fucking love in your eyes, he almost got lost for a second.

“Jinnie harder” you moaned, triggering something feral in Jin as he pounded into you, “you’re so perfect pup, taking me so well” Jin praise as he felt your walls clench around him, you were close he could tell.

“I’m close” you moaned, “yes baby, come for me” he encouraged, going faster and faster, he felt you quiver underneath him as you came, your eyeballs rolling to the back of your head in pleasure, he didn’t stop thrushing tho, he kept going despite slowing the pace a little, letting you ride your orgasm high, before quickening the pace again, he could feel his balls tighten for the second time that night, feeling his own orgasm coming on, “fuck pup, yn, I’m going to cum” he moaned, chasing his own orgasm frantically, one final thrush and he stood still, holding you close as he came inside you, flooding your insides wiht his warm seed before collapsing on top of you, resting his head on your chest, his cock still nestled inside you.

“I love you Jinnie” you mumbled, stroking his soft hair, letting him catch his breath, “I love you too pup” he answered as he pulled out making you feel empty, “can you walk?” He asked as he laid next to you, “probably, we need to get back out there you know” you answered making Jin smirk, you got up, ready to go clean up but Jin was quick to stop you, “no cleaning up, I want you in the same panties, same dress, with my cum inside you, downstairs”, he said making your eyes widen, “what, why?” You demanded, this was insane, Jin had never been interested in something like this, “its a part of your punishment sweetheart” he answered, “didn’t you already punish me?” You ask, only for Jin to slap your hole playfully, the contact making you moan, “it’s not punishment if you enjoy it pup” he retorted, kissing your nose before putting his clothes back on, leaving the room to join his friends, leaving you alone in the room, his cum seeping out of you as you tried to stand up.

Originally posted by jintae

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Woahhh, lots of first times today huh, let me know if you like it <33.

Prompt taken from @btswritingprompts

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Little Penguin

Pairing: Poly BTS, Taekook x reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Taehyung can't help but find Yn adorable af.

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"Can you not be this cute for a second? I need to breathe." Tae groaned, his eyes sparkling as he watched a very pregnant Yn cry over brother bear an old and honestly speaking under rated Disney movie.

"How could you say that??" Yn brawled, Taehyung reaching out to take his very emotional partner into his arms. It was silly, how the pregnancy hormones made Yn more emotional than Jungkook.

He had her lean back onto his chest as he wiped her tears with his sweater sleeve. Yn was seven months pregnant and very similar to a ticking time bomb. She had mood swings and she cried over the most trivial things and pattered around the apartment like a little penguin.

Taehyung rocked her in his arms as she drifted in and out of sleep. Crying had drained all her energy and now sleeping was important for her. She needed to regain all the energy she had lost.

She was having trouble sleeping, she always hated sleeping on her side but now with the baby bump, she had no choice but to do so. She wrapped he arms around Tae's waist as he continued watching the movie.

Tae was glad that it was him that was at home and not Jungkook, Kook hadn't had to face an emotional, crying, hormone fueled Yn yet and Tae was sure Jungkook would end up crying with her instead of stopping her from crying.

His hands were on her tummy, feeling the round shape of it, a soft smile taking over his features. This baby was a blessing to all eight of them and he was sure the child would grow up never lacking love and affection.

He looked down at a soundly sleeping Yn, a little drool dripping onto his shirt as she wandered in dreamland. 'Gosh I love her so much' he thought as he tucked a stray strand of hair away, making sure he didn't wake her up suddenly.

He could hear footsteps outside the door and he prayed that who ever it was would not knock the door, he did not have the heart to open it if they did. He let out a sign of relief when he heard the sound of keys jingling, waiting patiently to see which of the members had come home first.

Jungkook peeked into the living room, his eyes easily finding Yn and Taehyung on the couch. "Does she need a support pillow?" he whispered to Tae, stopping on the way to his room.

"I don't think so" Taehyung answered, letting Jungkook go to get changed and started on tonight's dinner. Their menu had been limited in the last one month because Yn couldn't keep even a small bit of any kind of spicy food down and yet she insisted on eating it because, let's face it, she can't live without spice.

Any kind of take-out food was banned by a very overprotective Yoongi who refused to let Yn even get the scent of any kind of spicy food, if they did order take-out it was in the middle of the night when they all knew Yn was sound asleep and wouldn't wake up till morning.

Jungkook tip-toed back into the room, smiling when he saw the movie playing, "Did she cry?" he asked as he gathered the groceries from the bags h had brought earlier. "She did - a lot" Tae answered with a smile as he kissed her cheek.

"We cried together when we watched it last time" Jungkook laughed, making his way into the kitchen, the sound of dishes being placed on the stove top being drowned out by the hum of the T.V. , it was a good night in the Bangtan house.

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Fall together

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: fluff, angst, best friends to lovers au

Warning: Swearing, smoking, mature content(no smut tho)

Synopsis: Jimin decides to kiss his bestfriend who he was in love with not knowing if she felt the same way.

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Jimin sat on the terrace, the rain pouring down on him, the drops of water falling fast and hard on his back, his body drenched to the bone. He didn't flinch when the rain drops fell on him, he had adjusted to the pain. The cigarette he had been smoking earlier was nothing more than ash now, too drenched to keep burning. He recalled the events of today as he lifted his chin up, feeling the rain drops pouring on him. Yn pushed up against the wall, her chest against his own, his lips descending upon her, hot and needy tongues meeting to dance together, his hands on her hips and hers around his neck, holding onto him while he devoured her. She had moaned for him, the sound so sinfully beautiful, it had him hooked; and then she had pulled away from him, cheeks red and eyes shaky, lips swollen and panting. Breathless as she opened the closet door and walked out, putting on a facade as she joined the rest of the group as if nothing happened. He wondered how long she'd play with him, how long she'd pretend like his feelings didn't exist, he was putting everything on the line for her and here she was, refusing to accept the fact that he was in love with her. He knew why she was pretending, she didn't want to throw away years of friendship for one chance at being something more. He knew there was no going back from here, no going back to the way thing were, he never planned on going back either. He didn't think he could stand being just friends with her anymore, he couldn't stand around, watching as others try and maybe even succeed in taking what he wanted the most in his life away from him. He had hoped that she'd push him away, stop him, tell hi this was not what she wanted, give him a clear fucking sign that she didn't want him, he didn't want to be given hope if he didn't have a chance with her. And yet she had strung him along, making him think that he did have a chance when she had let him kiss her like THAT. Now he didn't know how to feel, he wanted to hear her moan again, wanted to feel the euphoric high that kissing her made him feel, and at the same time, he didn't know if he could do this anymore. What if she didn't like him like that, what if she left, what if she decided he wasn't worth it. It worried him, the though of her leaving. He hear the door to the terrace swing open, he didn't turn around, knowing who it was already. "Why are you here?" he asked her, he couldn't bring himself to not care, it had become a habit. "I was looking for you" she answered, walking closer so her umbrella could shade him from the rain. "Why??" he asked, pulling himself onto his feet. "Why not" she shrugged as he took the umbrella from her so they both would be covered, her small height wasn't ideal for this. "Why do you do this to me?" he groaned as she pulled out a napkin from her pocket, dabbing at his face. "Do what?" she asked, genuinely confused as to what she was doing that was driving Jimin up the wall. "This!" He said as he pointed to the space between the two of them. "How long will you keep stringing me along?, how long will you keep pretending like I'm not right next to you proclaiming my love for every chance I can ?" he demanded as he dropped the umbrella, pacing around as he spoke, never giving Yn a chance to say anything. "I'm not pretending" Yn said quietly, almost too quietly but Jimin still heard, "Then why don't you just tell me if falling for you is waste of my time, am I just riling myself up for heartbreak Yn?" he asked, stopping right in front of her to grab her shoulders. "Should I give up?" he asked as he stood infront of her, she reached out to push his wet hair out of his face, "Come back downstairs, you'll fall sick if you're here" she said as she turned around to leave. But Jimin was not ready to let this go, not today at least, "how long will you keep putting it off Yn, just tell me if I should give up and I will" he pleaded gripping onto her wrist to stop her from leaving , she didn't say anything, moving his hand from her wrist into her hand, pulling him with her, the umbrella forgotten

as she dragged him into the warmth of the building. "Answer me please" he pleaded as he followed after her, his hand still in hers, she ignored his words, making her way down to Jimin's apartment. She unlocked the door, dragging him inside his bedroom before coming to a halt. Her hair and clothes stuck to her body from the rain, hugging each curve like it was meant to. "Go take a shower, you'll fall sick" She demanded, pulling out clothes from the closet for the two of them, "Yn you can't do that, you can't pretend to care and then refuse to answer me" Jimin huffed as he grabbed the clothes from Yn's hands, spinning her around to look at him, desperation in his eyes. "But I'm not pretending to care" she replied, looking up into his eyes, it hurt that Jimin thought she was pretending to care, there had never been a time when she hadn't cared, she always cared about him. He looked at her, searching for any insincerity, anything that would make him love her less and yet, he found nothing, all he found was genuine affection, a tenderness that he had fallen for a long time ago, it just made him love her more and it hurt to love her more, not knowing if she accepted his love or not was a risk h had planned to take, but it was still hard. "Are my feelings a joke to you?" Jimin finally snapped, he was tired of playing this game, trying to get her to realize that he wanted more, that he wanted to love as more than her best friend. "Why do you do this? How could say things like that and expect me to not fall in love? why do you not realize that I am in love with you? And that kiss, that freaking kiss, why the hell did you not pull away, why didn't you tell me to stop? Why do you keep giving me hope that I actually have a chance with you? Why do you keep making me fall if you're not going to fall with me?" Jimin yelled in one single breath as Yn stared at him, his heart pounding and out of breath. "Not falling? NOT FALLING? ARE YOU INSANE PARK JIMIN? HOLY FUCK! NOT FALLING?? YOU GO AHEAD AND CALL ME OBLIVIOUS AND ALL BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU - YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE, DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE HOW HARD I FELL? I'M NOT READY TO GIVE AWAY NEARLY A DECADE OF FRIENDSHIP FOR LITERALLY ONE CHANCE AT SOMETHING MORE, WE HAVE SO MUCH TO LOSE YOU ASSHOLE, THERE IS NO GOING BACK ONCE WE TIP OVER THE EDGE. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PRETEND TO NOT KNOW THAT YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME?? I NEARLY CONFESSED LIKE 9 TIMES IN THE PAST 10 DAYS AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO YELL AT ME, WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HUH? AND THAT KISS, THAT FREAKING KISS, I DIDN'T STOP YOU BECAUSE I WANTED IT AS MUCH AS YOU DID, HOW THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO ASK YOU TO STOP WHEN MY TONGUE IS SHOVED DOWN YOUR THROAT??" she yelled back as Jimin slowly backed away from her as tears streamed down her already wet cheeks. Well that certainly backfired, Jimin thought as he tried to process everything she had yelled, waiiitttt, did she just say she fell?, "Wait did you just say you fell, like fell in love?" Jimin asked a fuming Yn. "Boy, I will crack you like a glowstick if you tell me you didn't listen to a word I've been saying" Yn hissed, but Jimin was too busy making his way forward to take heed of the threat, pushing her up against the closet door, caging her in between before capturing her lips with his own, he felt euphoria all over again. "I've been waiting so fucking long for this" He whispered, pulling away from her, their damp bodies pressed against each other as he looked down into her eyes. "Jimin we can't" Yn pleaded as she reached up to caress his face, her palm soft against his stubble, "Why not, I fucking love you, so why the fuck not?" Jimin asked, no, begged. "There's too much to lose, it could go so wrong JImin, it could destroy both of us" she mumbled as he brushed his nose against hers. Jimin pulled away, looking down at her, "You really think I didn't think of that? I thought of it every night, I thought of it everytime I saw you, I weighted everything before I decided that I'm willing to risk it all, you're worth the risk Yn, our friendship is

worth the risk because I can't see myself being just friends with you". He retorted, Jimin had never lied to Yn and he was never going to, he was going to tell her everything he felt. "You know what fuck this shit" Yn groaned, grabbing him by the collar and latching her lips to his, Jimin was very happy to oblige, quickly taking control. Their tongues danced in harmony, what started as a sweet kiss, prolonging into a heated make-out session, what dragged Yn out of the daze was the coldness of Jimin's shirt against her skin. She quickly pulled away, earning a whine from him, "Go shower, you'll fall sick" she demanded, pushing him off her and shoving the clothes she had pulled out into his hands. "Care to join me sweetheart?" he teased as she tugged on her wet shirt, "Woahh, slow down chim, you shower in a temperature that is more than the boiling water of hell, so no thank you" she answered, turning away from him to search through the closet for a shirt for herself. Jimin pouted like a child as he stormed into the bathroom, he seemed to remember something in the middle of undressing because he popped his head out of the door, shirtless and his pants unbuttoned. "Do not leave while I'm in the bathroom, we still need to talk" He warned before going back inside, Yn shrugged, it wasn't like she was planning to leave. She went to the bathroom in the guest room to shower and get changed into one of Jimin's shirts. Jimin was still not out of the bathroom by the time Yn ordered the two of them takeout. She had no clue what took Jimin this long. Jimin's mind was going into over-drive as he thought about all the possibilities that he and Yn wouldn't work out. He had even used a love calculator in the past and it had showed him a solid 69% but he didn't have much faith in that calculator, personally, he thought he and Yn were 100% compatible, but that was just his opinion. He had already thought of the names of his three kids and two cats, the location of their house and what colors the walls would be. He was brought back to reality when the hot water ran out. Never letting hot water run out at my place, he thought to himself as he walked out of the bathroom, drying himself off before putting on the clothes Yn picked out. He walked into the living room to see Yn chowing down a plate of jajangmeon and he felt a little guilty for making her wait. "What took you so long?" she asked as she gulped down the noodles, picking at the side dishes, "The hot water was too nice to get out of" he lied, joining her side as she passed him a plate of japchae too. The two of them ate in silence, stealing a bite of each other's food once in a while before settling down to talk. "So, girlfriend~" Jimin drawled, "Girlfriend??" Yn questioned, "What you wanna be the boyfriend? I'm okay with that." Jimin said with a thoughtful nod. "Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself Jimin?" Yn teased, rolling from her spot to his before wrapping her arms around him, "At least buy me dinner first" she jested, "Yah, didn't you pay the delivery man with my money? technically I already bought you dinner" he defended, wrapping his arm around her. Yn decided to be bold, swinging her leg onto the other side of Jimin before placing herself on his lap, a mischievous grin on her lips. Jimin was very pleased. "Well then Boyfriend~" she started, Jimin's hands finding their way to her hips, gripping her firmly in place, humming encouragingly when he heard her call him boyfriend. "I need to get home, it's getting late" she finished, ruining the whole mood, "Very romantic" Jimin quipped with a roll of his eye as she tried to get off his lap, his hands firmly holding her in place. "I try!" her retort was paired with a flirty wink. "Well girlfriend, might as well stay the night since it is so late, can't have the love of my life go home when it's so dark outside" he continued, sitting a little straighter so there was less space between the two of them. "Cute, but that won't work, try again tomorrow when I don't have work" she answered as she wiggled to get

out of his grip, "Yn darling, you might want to stop wiggling if you don't want to cause me problems" Jimin groaned as he felt Yn's core grinding against him, holy fuck this woman would drive him insane. "So Jimin-ssi are you taking me home or not?" She asked as she finally managed to get away from him, gathering her things from all over the house, "Only if you kiss me goodbye" he bargained, Yn nodded, fair enough, she was going to do it anyway. Jimin happily whistled as he lead the way to his car, Yn's hand in his as she followed behind him, dressed in his shirt and the heels she had worn when she had come to his apartment. He felt giddy, praying that they would part for the rest of their lives.

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Pairing: Doctor! Yoongi x Patient! Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Crack (??), Ex's, smut

Warning: Swearing, smut (just an old memory)

Synopsis: When Yn is forced to go to the hospital after falling down the stairs of her office. The doctor who was to attend to her was none other than her ex-boyfriend Min Yoongi.

A/n: let me know if you like it! And give me a reblog to support me!!!

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Yn turned over onto her back, her eyes still closed. She wondered silently why her normally soft bed was hard today. With another roll, she landed with a thud on the cold, hard floor, jolting her awake.

When the blinding lights of the room filled her vision, she suddenly regretted opening her eyes. She sat on the floor, rubbing her eyes to clear the sleep from them, oblivious to the drool on her chin. Her eyes opened in confusion when she saw the IV line on her wrist, her gaze following the line, attached to a bottle mounted onto an IV stand.

She sprang to her feet immediately, taking in her surroundings: the IV stand, the white bed, white walls, the hand sanitizer mounted on the wall, the white floor tiles, and the white blinds that kept the sunshine out.

A hospital? She guessed as she took in all the equipment, the machines that beeped every few seconds were a dead giveaway. Is this a private room? She asked herself, trying to find any clue which hospital this was when the door swung open.

Min Yoongi entered the room, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He walked over to her side and encouraged her to take a seat on the bed.

"Where am I?" Despite the fact that she already knew the answer, she inquired. "Take a wild guess," Yoongi replied dryly as he flipped through the papers on his clipboard. Yn racked her brain for the name of the hospital; she was certain she knew which one Yoongi had been working at, but her mind was blank, displaying only a buffering page similar to that of a 2004 Dell laptop.

"Did you really hit your head that hard?" Yoongi said what he was thinking, a little concerned for her safety. "Do you have a headache? Can you recall what you ate for breakfast or what happened just before you passed out? "He questioned.

"My head hurts a bit, so for breakfast, I had cinnamon crunch with milk, and lunch I had a sandwich. Walking down the stairs is the last thing I recall," She responded. All of her responses matched what her coworkers had told them, leading Yoongi to believe that Yn simply didn't know where he worked and that her head was okay.

He was irritated that Yn had no idea where he worked, but he forced his resentment to the back of his mind before informing her that she was in a private room at Asan Medical Centre in Seoul. "Wait, are you serious?" She yelled as she struggled to get out of bed.

"Yes, seriously," he explained, forcing her back onto the bed "You fell down the stairs in your office and one of your colleagues brought you in; you were unconscious for 5 hours; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you; you will need to stay the night so we can run some tests on you," he added. "Why on earth do you have no idea I work at Asan?"He demanded once he was done briefing her.

"I would have noticed if you hadn't blocked me on all your social media pages," Yn said after some thought. She hisses, reminding him why she was blocked in the first place. "I wouldn't have had to block you if you hadn't started tagging me in those dumb Facebook memes," he retorted as he paging one of the nurses to come to change the IV bag.

"Is there something bothering you? Aside from your head," Yoongi inquired, reaching for his fancy click pen, which Yn had given him in college. "You still use that?" She inquired, her gaze falling on the royal blue color of the pen, the brand name has faded over time. He calmly replied, "I started using it once I got my residence, now answer the question."

To search for any injury, Yn moved her limbs around, starting with her feet. She turned them around to look for any discomfort before moving on to her legs, which were still perfect. She eventually tested her shoulders and despite her best efforts, winced in pain as she raised her left shoulder.

"Left shoulder, okay. Do you feel nauseous?" Yn shook her head as Yoongi asked more.

"Any ringing in your ears?"

"Nope"

"Is that gray hair on your head?" Yn interjected, pointing to a few strands at the start of Yoongi's hairline. He dismissed her and instead scribbled a note on his clipboard.

"OK, so you don't have any concussion symptoms, your hearing is good, and you're not feeling dizzy and your eyesight is better than ever before considering the fact that you could pick out my gray hair from that far. We still have some blood work to do and I'm putting you on observation tonight in case any symptom pops up, you're free to go home after that," Yoongi informed.

He reasoned that saying anything else would be unprofessional of him. Heading for the door when, "Yah, why am I in a private room in the first place?" Yn intervened, preventing him from leaving. Yoongi replied, turning around to face her, "I figured it would be more convenient for you."

"Bruh, do you have any idea how broke I am," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I ain't a hotshot doctor to be able to afford a private room in Asan Medical Centre," she sneered. "Who said something about you paying?" asked Yoongi. As he returned to her side. "So, who is going to foot the bill? You? " She inquired, he nodded, causing her jaw to drop. She was perplexed by his words and asked, "Why would you do that?" "What good is it to be a hotshot doctor?" He shrugged.

The mental picture of a very sleepy and confused Yn, with her hair all tangled up and a tiny spot of drool on her face had made him soft, and there was no stopping his heart from falling head over heels for her all over again as he walked out of the room, the smile he had been battling slowly crept into place...

Yoongi peeked into Yn's room after his shift, his shoulders slouching from the stress of his job. He had his coat and stethoscope wrapped over his arm, his hair slightly damp from the shower he had taken, his white t-shirt clinging to his body.

When they were dating, one of Yn's 'rules' was that if he wanted to get close to her, he had to shower after returning from the hospital because she hated the scent of antiseptic. With the scent of antiseptic all over her, he wondered how she was doing.

He discovered her in bed, knees drawn up to her stomach, phone in hand, the screen almost brushing her nose as she mindlessly scrolled through Instagram. Her food, which had been left on the side table, had not been touched.

He warned, walking into the room, "You'll go blind if you keep doing that." Yn's head snapped up at his voice but calmed down when she saw who it was. He drew up a stool next to the bed and checked what Yn had received from the hospital. Soup, kimchi, rice, and pickled radishes were served on the side (Yn hated those). "Is the food not to your liking?" Concerned about her dietary habits, he inquired.

"They don't have any salt or spice," she replied as she stowed her phone. Yoongi grimaced after taking a sip of the soup. There was no salt or pepper and was as bland as raw tofu.

"SEE!!" Yn screamed, delighted that she had been proven right, but Yoongi, not one to concede defeat, put on a display. "How come it's so salty?" His face scrunched up in exaggeration as he groaned. "Stop acting, I can see right through you," Yn said, raising an eyebrow to call him out on his nonsense.

"All right, fine, you're right," Yoongi conceded as Yn yanked the sheets off herself and reached for his shoulders. He thought it was strange, but didn't say anything when she gently rubbed the spot near his collar, the tension in his shoulders dissipating as she applied pressure. He'd always thought Yn had magical hands. It felt like a miracle to have her hands on him again, something he had never expected to feel again.

"Can you tell me what I can do to get you to order me a plate of jjajangmyeon?" Yn asked. Yoongi thought, Darn it, I knew it was a trap, but he was too relaxed to say no. As she worked out the knots in his muscles, he melted under Yn's touch. She was no longer connected to the IV, enabling her to freely move about the room.

"I knew you were only in it for food," he chuckled, moving away from her to grab his phone from his coat, "What else did you think I was in it for?" Yn jested, playing along as she massaged his shoulders.

"Only jjajangmyeon?" He questioned, scrolling through the options, Yn looking at the phone from over his shoulder. "Order some side dishes too," she added, Yoongi let out a groan when Yn put pressure on THE SPOT at the back of his shoulder blade, the sound making Yn blush. "Stop that, people will think we're filing a porno," Yn scolded lightheartedly, continuing her ministering.

"I don't think we need to film any more of those, I have a whole collection already," Yoongi teased. His gummy smile showing up when he felt Yn's hand round his throat, threatening to choke him. "I think it's the other way round," he scoffed. His heart going into dangerous territory.

Yoongi remembered the night he had discovered Yn's choking kink, it had been a very eventful night. He had just come back home from the hospital when he had heard moaning coming from his bedroom, he had walked inside, totally unprepared for the breathtaking view that awaited him.

Watching porn wasn't considered cheating by Yoongi as long as Yn showed him what she was watching so he knew what they were getting into. When he walked in on Yn in his rotating chair, her legs spread out on the armrest, touching herself to a film about choking, he was pleasantly surprised. He went up behind her softly and wrapped his fingers around her throat, not putting much pressure. When Yn groaned for him, he felt himself harden in his pants and murmured, "You like that baby."

"Stop imagining it," Yn snapped, pushing away from Yoongi, "How do you expect me to just stop, those were some great moments of my life," he chuckled when his phone rang. It had something to do with the meal. He went to get the dinner by himself, leaving Yn alone.

When he returned with her dinner, he delivered it to her before saying his goodbyes and preparing to leave. "Enjoy your meal and get some sleep," he added as he gathered his belongings. "Where are you going?" Yn inquired. "Home??" Yoongi answered, taking his phone from the table when Yn stopped him. "Did you have dinner?" she asked, opening up the takeout box to reveal a generous serving of jjajangmyeon.

"Not yet, I was planning on getting some on the way," He answered, waiting for Yn to say anything. "Then you should stay and give me some company, it's not like I can finish all this on my own," She mumbled. "You sure?" Yoongi confirmed, taking his place on the chair as Yn grabbed the chopsticks from the bedside table, letting him have the wooden chopsticks that the restaurant provides.

They both dug into the meal, savoring every mouthful. In the otherwise peaceful hospital, just the sound of them slurping their noodles and the beep of the monitors could be heard. The majority of the patients were fast asleep, and those who were awake were taking special precautions to avoid making any noise.

Yn was the one who broke the stillness by inquiring about Holly. He said, licking his lips to get rid of the sauce, "She's good, I got her a ribbon for her ears the other day." He was intrigued about Yn's cranky cat, Buster, who had scratched Holly once. Yoongi's heart dropped to his stomach as Yn replied, "We had to put him down."

Although he was simply a large, sluggish cat who refused to get his butt off the window pane, Buster had been Yn's pride and joy, her support system. "That must have been difficult," Yoongi paused, unsure of how to express his condolences.

"It had to be done; he was in a lot of agony," Yn shrugged, shaking her head to clear her mind. "How are the boys doing? I haven't seen them since we broke up" Yoongi's six other friends were the subject of Yn's inquiry. He assured her everyone was ok. "You might see Jungkook tomorrow," he said, explaining that he had taken the day off today. "Does Jungkookie work here?" Yn inquired, quite surprised by the information. "Yes, he's an intern trying to get his residence, surprising isn't it," Yoongi admitted.

Yn burped after she finished her dinner, making Yoongi laugh at how cute she looked. Once Yn had freshened up, Yoongi said, "Ok, now that you've finished eating, I'll go home, and YOU'LL go to sleep." "You always leave," Yn remarked, rolling her eyes. The words weighed heavy on his mind as he tucked her in. On his way out, he turned out the light and gave her one last look before walking away.

Yoongi slouched his shoulders again once he was in his car. The words Yn had just said reverberated in his mind. Since he had broken up with Yn, the words "You always leave" had tormented him. He had been in love with her, yet he was the one who had abandoned her. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND, HE LEFT HER. It was painful to recall the details of their breakup.

Yn crying into his chest, asking why she wasn't enough. Him holding her as fiercely as he could, not knowing if he'd ever get another chance. His cowardice had broken both of them that night. He'd run away from one of the most precious part of his life, and he still regrets it.

They had broken up because of him. Yoongi always believed Yn deserved someone better than him, she was too good for him. She had yelled at him when he had told her that. Saying that it was her who got to decide who was worth her time and affection, and if h really thought h didn't deserve her then maybe he should make himself deserving, she had said that that was the solution for Yoongi's thoughts, breaking up was not the solution, but he was stubborn as a mule, refusing to see how he was destroying both of them and everything they had.

And now here he was, striving to be less of a wimp than he had been all those years before. He remembered how enraged the boys had been when he told them what he'd done. "Have you gone insane?" All Yoongi could do was nod when Jin Hyung asked. Yes, he'd gone nuts, which was why he'd been insane enough to let her go. He had no problem admitting it.

He cruised around the deserted roads, far too late in the evening for anyone to be out. He considered calling Jin hyung for advice, but he opted against it because he assumed he was already in bed. For the rest of the night, he was alone with his thoughts, his mind eating away at him, keeping him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, contemplating what they could have been if he hadn't been a coward.

The next morning was the same as any other, the only difference being the speed of Yoongi's car when he was on his way to the office. The usual 60km/h had escalated to 80km/h and he was certainly a little too excited for someone who was going to be at the hospital for the next 18 hours.

He was walking up the corridor to Yn's room after exiting the elevator on the third level when he heard screams. "MOVE, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE!" shouted Yn as Jungkook pushed her wheelchair down the slanted corridor quicker.

What the fuck!!, Yoongi thought as he saw Jungkook climb onto the wheelchair's back supports, watching in horror as the two of them laughed and giggled their way down the corridor at full speed (which wasn't much speed btw), completely disregarding the 'no noise' and 'no running' placards which were stuck to the wall.

He quickly stepped in the way, feeling a little sense of joy watching Jungkook's eyes widen in fright. Bringing the wheelchair to a screeching halt a few inches away from Yoongi. "Good morning, Hyung!!" he said cheerfully as if he hadn't just broken every regulation in the hospital.

"Can you tell me what you're up to?" His gaze fell on Yn, who appeared to be having the time of her life. "Relax, Yoongo-boongo," Yn remarked. Yoongi frowned at the old nickname, which he had pleaded with Yn to abandon.

"This is risky, you know," Yoongi said, "especially since you wounded your shoulder," He added, quick to understand that Jungkook had no idea about Yn's wounded shoulder. "You hurt your shoulder?!?" the younger one screamed. Yn scowled at Yoongi for giving up that knowledge so easily. Yoongi justified himself by saying, "Don't look at me like that, he was going to find out regardless."

"Yes, but you didn't have to tell him so early, now he won't let me have any fun." She whined, Yoongi scoffed at that, "he isn't supposed to make you have 'fun', he'd supposed to take you to get your x-ray done, it's on the first floor."

Yn pouted as Jungkook nodded at the instructions, pushing the wheelchair with Yn still in it towards the elevator. "Without the wheelchair," Yoongi clarified, making Jungkook pout as well, helping Yn out of the wheelchair.

They both sulked like kicked puppies in the elevator and Yoongi could not stand it. "Ok, fine, take the freaking wheelchair, but just be careful." he said, finally giving in. The two of them gave him bright smiles. Yn sat back in the wheelchair just as the elevator door slid open and Jungkook rolled Yn out.

They're fortunate. Yoongi thought to himself as he went about his rounds that Namjoon owned the hospital. While Yn was getting her x-ray, he checked in with his patients. Yn had a good night's sleep and awoke fairly early, according to the nurse in charge of her surveillance. She felt a minor headache, but nothing else was wrong with her. Only the shoulder was a big issue, and they were unable to determine what was causing the pain.

It took 2 hours for Yoongi to check up on all his patients and meet with a few others in the clinic when Jungkook barged into Yoongi's office with an envelope. "Jungkook you can't just barge in like that," Yoongi groaned as he quickly gave the patient their prescription before sending them out. Telling the receptionist to not send any more patients, he turned all his attention to Kook.

"Now, what's wrong?" He asked, spinning in his chair to face the intern. "Noona's reports are here" Jungkook informed, holding out the envelope. "So fast?" Yoongi questioned. It usually took a day or two for the reports and none of the radiologists took Jungkook seriously, dismissing him as just an intern. He found it suspicious that they had given the reports back so early.

"Namjoon hyung was there for an inspection, he got it done when he saw noona," Jungkook said with a cheeky grin. Yoongi nodded at the explanation. Namjoon always had a soft spot for Yn regardless of if Yn and he were together. He pulled out the reports, scanning through them. "Where is Yn now?" He asked, putting the reports back inside. Jungkook informed that Namjoon had taken her to her room, playing along with Yn's wheelchair drama.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that, but Jungkook didn't miss the quiver of his lips. Jungkook followed Yoongi upstairs to Yn's room, where they found Yn squishing Namjoon's cheeks. Jungkook joined them, laughing, and Yn hastily let Namjoon free. "So, Doctor, what do you have to say?" Yn asked as Namjoon got out of the chair, rubbing his red-tinged cheeks.

"You must slow down with the usage of your shoulder. You appear to be putting a lot of tension on it; fortunately, it's only strain and nothing dangerous." Yoongi said, instructing Yn to apply heat and ice packs to the affected area. "Are you going to issue me a leave sick note?" Yn inquired as she got out of bed.

"Nope, you can go back to work just fine as long as you don't do any heavy lifting," Yoongi said, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Yah, Yoongi-ah pleaseeeee write me a sick note," Yn pleaded as she searched for the t-shirt she had worn when she had come into the hospital yesterday. "Nope, and are you really going to wear that?" He asked, surprised that Yn hadn't called anyone to come to pick her up.

"Yeah, I need to head home," Yn answered, gathering her things, "Wait, you can't wear that, I have a spare shirt in my office I'll get that," Yoongi said, getting out of the chair while Namjoon and Jungkook exchanged knowing looks.

"We'll get it hyung, don't worry," Jungkook assured, dragging Namjoon with him. The two of them got into the elevator before spilling the tea. "He is SO whipped!" Jungkook exclaimed, pushing the button to go downstairs. "So is she and did you know Yoongi hyung was footing her bill and he got her a private room?" Namjoon asked, amazed at the extent his extremely tsundere hyung was going to for Yn. "He's pretty much in love all over again, and the nurse said that Yoongi hyung spent more than an hour in noona's room," Jungkook informed with a giddy smile.

"Jin hyung NEEDS to know about this," Namjoon exclaimed but made no move to call their hyung, quickly going to Yoongi's office and grabbing the gray FG shirt which was in his locker before going back upstairs.

As soon as the boys returned to the room, Yn grabbed the t-shirt. She hurriedly removed the hospital gown she had been compelled to wear. Yoongi was quick to respond, instantly stepping in front of Yn so the two younger men wouldn't get a glimpse of his lovely ex's exquisite body, and only pulling away once Yn was covered in his shirt.

"You didn't have to do that, I was wearing a tank top beneath," Yn said, tucking the shirt's hem into the jeans she had worn the day before. "For safety reasons," Yoongi shrugged, avoiding eye contact as though it weren't a big concern that he was covering up his ex. Namjoon's sniggering at the entrance went unnoticed.

"Noona how are going home?" Jungkook asked, checking the time realizing it was his lunch break. "I'll take a cab, don't worry," she assured, grabbing her phone and keys from the bedside table. "I'll drop you home, it'll be hard to get a cab at this time over here," Yoongi said, following after her into the hallway as Jungkook and Namjoon watched.

As she approached the elevator, Yn commented, not really trying to stop Yoongi from coming with her, "There's a thing called uber Yoongi, I'm sure I'll catch a cab." "Jesus woman, will you ever accept aid without a fight?" Yoongi moaned as he snatched her wrist and brought her downstairs to get his keys.

"Aish is so stubborn," Yn grumbled as she trailed behind him, her hand slipping into Yoongi's. They didn't seem to be aware that they were holding hands.

"Jin hyung will be so happy hearing about this," Jungkook exclaimed, watching Yn and Yoongi argue like an old, married couple while holding hands as they went to the hospital parking lot.

"They look cute, 10$ that they get back together by the end of the month," Namjoon bet, moving away from the window of the private room. "Hyung, you literally own the hospital, I'm just a flimsy intern, how could you expect me to pay 10$," Jungkook whined making Namjoon laugh as Yoongi’s car spedmout of the driveway.

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Sexy Killer

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Theme: Crime au! fluff, angst, etc, etc.

Warning: None

A/n: Lamme know if you like it by reblogging the post!

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"For the record, killing people: not sexy," Taehyung signed as he looked own at Yn's bloody hands, pulling out a handkerchief, he handed it to her, turning away from the gruesome sight.

"But I am sexy, right?" Yn asked, following after him, a smile on her face as she trailed along. She was born for this life, it was one of the first things he had realized about her. She loved doing this, the feeling of a weapon in hand, slicing through the gut of anyone who dared to object to anything she said.

"Yes, you are sexy, but what you do is NOT sexy," He admitted as Yn hummed, skipping along as they head towards the car. Taehyung checked the time. Two more minutes, he counted each second. They were already in the car by the time the building exploded, glass shattering, and people screaming, it sounded like a successful mission to them.

"You're not very sexy either, you know," She taunted with a mischievous grin. He smiled as he maneuvered the wheel. He wasn't quite sure where they were supposed to go, he was hoping Yn would come up with a place to go.

"Where are we going?" Yn asked as she yanked at her hoodie, splattered with blood, tossing it out of the window into the field they were passing by. He shrugged, "I was hoping you'd know," was his reply.

They both decided to call the other members to see if anyone would be willing to give them shelter for the night. Stopping at a Walmart, the two of them walked in, wearing the extra pair of clothes they had bought with them.

Yn casually strolled around the store, her hands in her pockets, pretending to check the prices, she scanned for cameras and staff, planning her moves carefully. Taehyung was doing the same in the food and fuel aisle.

The two of them met at the back of the store, away from staff and cameras, none of them talking, a firm nod towards each other confirmed that they got everything they need. Yn was the one who went to the counter to get the stuff she picked billed.

A pack of gum, a chocolate bar, and lipstick. The cashier didn't seem to care about what Yn bought, only seeming annoyed for having customers so late at night. She took the 5$ note Yn shoved into her hand without saying a word.

Yn was quick to grab her things, heading towards the car that was waiting for her. "Did you get it?" Taehyung confirmed as he pulled out of the parking lot, Yn thought he looked very sexy with one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of her seat. Yn nodded as she sat comfortably as he pulled away from her to hand her the pack of Oreos he had managed to grab undetected.

"Yeah," Yn answered, pulling out the burner phone from inside her hoodie. They quickly activated it before thinking of who to call first. Yoongi was their first choice, of course, but his phone was picked up by his assistant, who informed them that he was interrogating someone and would be back in a while.

They decided to call Hoseok next, knowing that it would take ages for Yoongi to finish his interrogation. Hobi was a good man, always opening his doors for the two of them, giving them snacks and fresh clothes, and going the extra mile to make sure the two of them were comfortable. But the answer here was no, Hobi had a raid on his house last night and he had gone off the radar for protection.

Yn signed as she hung up after making sure he was okay. "Who next?" She asked, Taehyung thought for a moment before suggesting Jimin. Yn dialed the number, the phone rang for a moment before going dead. She tried again-still no answer.

There were similar responses from the other members, Jin was abroad, settling a deal and Jungkook was on a mission and Namjoon was busy with planning the net mission.

Taehyung signed deeply as Yn hung up after the call with Namjoon. They were supposed to get rid of the car soon and they couldn't do that if they didn't have a place to stay the night at. That was when he got an idea.

He quickly revved up the car, letting the engine heat up for a moment before taking the road up the hill. "Where are we going?" Yn asked, offering him a piece of gum. "What do you think of sleeping under the stars?" He asked, Yn's eyes widened, "Is that what we're going to do?" Yn questioned.

He just grinned at her before instructing her to take all their things which were scattered all over the car. Yn did as told while he drove uphill, rushing them out of the city and into the country side.

They came to an empty road with no houses in sight. Taehyung killed the engine, stepping out and going to the other side to help Yn with their things which included air pillows, a blanket along with snacks, weapons and explosives. He took Yn's hand in his as he led the way, leaving the car where it was. They climbed a tiny hill before deciding on a spot to settle down for the night.

It was in the middle of an empty path of grass, no sight of any people around them. The two of them set up their spot with ease, spreading the blanket and setting the pillows above. Yn dropped the rest of the stuff on the blanket, deciding to get rid of the car and then go to sleep.

The two of them went back to the car, a lighter in Tae's hand. He lit up a piece of paper, opening the fuel tank of the car, he dropped it in. Yn immediately stepped back and so did he as the car quickly caught flames. They went back to their little picnic, laying down on the blanket, they snuggled close to each-other, Tae's arm wrapped around her waist and Yn's leg on his, as they shared a pack of gummy bears.

Taehyung could feel himself go soft as he saw Yn struggle to stay awake. His insomnia meant that he would be up all night, but she was adorable for wanting to keep him company. He watched in amusement as Yn's head tilted to the side as she slowly fell asleep, using his arm as her personal pillow.

"I love you," He whispered as he toyed with her hair, sure, she was a dangerous woman, but to him she was pretty little Yn, a beautiful girl who made killing look sexy.

"They look cute, don't they"

*click, click, snap, snap*

"I think we should wake them up and get them home"

"Yes, I think so too"

Yn woke up at the noise, struggling to open her eyes, she pulled away from Taehyung's warm and soft body. "Morning sweet cakes, did you enjoy sleeping in Taehyung's arms all night?" Jimin asked, struggling to hold in his laughter at Yn's state of disarray.

Yn nodded, not really paying attention to the question to them. She looked like she wanted to lay back down. "Wake up," Jin grunted as he yanked Yn to her feet while Jungkook tried to get Taehyung to wake up.

Namjoon decided to pair them together more often.

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TYPES OF KINKS (MAKNAE LINE)

🔞 includes hard kinks

Park Jimin-

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Agoraphilia - preference for having sex in public places or outdoors

"Jimin, there are people watching," Yn hissed as Jimin hitched Yn's skirt up her thigh, making her breath shallow. "Darling, relax and focus on the movie, people won't know unless you want them to," he replied with a sweet smile as his fingers found their way underneath her panties, Yn gripped the handle of the car door tight, trying to control her expressions as an orgasm ripped through her body.

Masochism - physically or psychologically suffering pain or humiliation for sexual gratification.

Jimin moaned as Yn grinned, rolling her hips on his clothed lap, he wasn't allowed to touch, just feel and see, he could feel himself reach the point of no control and he was sure Yn could see how desperate he was. "What a slut," Yn scoffed when she felt Jimin's pants dampen from his orgasm.

Blindfold: sexual preference for blindfolding a partner.

"Jimin-ah are you sure about this," Yn asked as Jimin tightened the blind fold, "Just trust me baby, I will never hurt you."

Pet play: any kink where someone acts like a domesticated pet.

"Come show me what a good puppy you are darling, I need to make sure I'm training you well."

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Kim Taehyung -

Hard Dom

Acarophilia: arousal from scratching. Scratching is often an element incorporated into rough sex.

"Taehyung what's that on your back?" Jin asked as he eyed the scratches which seemed quite deep. Tae just smirked, his mind going back to last night, the nasty, rough fun the two of you had on pretty much every counter of the house and how much he had loved the feeling of your nails digging into his back.

Barebacking: sex without a condom.

"Fuck Yn you feel so good, oh my God, fuckk, I'm going to cum inside you baby."

Begging: kink for begging and pleading

"Beg baby, you can't have all this just for free, you have to ask for it and you have to ask nicely," Taehyung smirked, placing a peck on yn's jaw. He wanted her to beg, he wanted her to tell him just how much she wanted his cock in her pretty little mouth.

Collaring: the act of wearing a collar to show submission, loyalty and/or devotion to a dominant. The collar may be an actual collar purchased from a pet store, one that is hand-tooled or a safe-for-work necklace or choker that can be worn in non-kinky spaces.

Taehyung pulled Yn closer by her choker, tucking her into his side, he didn't want others anywhere near his darling Yn, that was what the choker was for. A collar, just more fashionable and pretty, it made Yn look gorgeous but more importantly it made her look taken.

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Jeon Jungkook

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Vincilagnia: kink for being tied up and at the mercy of another person

"Fuckk, Yn babe, slow down before I cum in my pants, Jesus fucking christ"

"Sorry babe, but no," ; continues torture

Teasing (Tantalolagnia): To enjoy teasing as sexual gratification.

Jungkook slowly rubbed the head of his cock against Yn's cute little opening, teasing her with the tip, he could hear Yn hiss in frustration but he didn't care, what he care about right now was to make Yn cry.

Masochism: enjoyment of pain, punishment, and torture.+ Sadism

Face fucking: an extreme form of blowjob where a man roughly fucks a partner’s mouth.

"Fuck babe, you look so hot taking my cock down your throat like a good whore.

(Bro I always thought of jungkook as a baby, I never thought of him as a sexual person even though he loved groping everyone's butt which is why I had such a tough time picking kinks for him lol.)

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hihihi-ilovbts · 2 years

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Pairing: Agent!Jungkook x scientist!reader

Theme: Assassin au, agent!jungkook, doctor!reader, angst, sci-fi

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

'One last time,' He reminded himself as he stared down at the laboratory. He had accepted one last job, he'd get this done and leave, he'd never come back.

His backpack sat at his feet, once the job was done he'd vanish, never to be seen again, like a shooting star in the night sky. He didn't think this job would be much of a problem.

He knew the plan like the back of his hand. Go inside, kill the mad scientist inside and leave, no turning back, no touching anything, no smelling anything, THAT WAS IT. It would be a piece of cake for him.

He took a deep breath, peering into the binoculars, he could see movement behind the translucent windows and curtains, this was going to be easy, almost too easy, Jungkook thought, slinging the backpack over his shoulder.

He needed to get this done quick and simple, there was no time for games and entertainment. He climbed onto the railing of the tall building, the wind whipping around him, before lowering himself onto the air conditioning unit underneath. The metal creaked under his weight.

He prepared himself for the leap, crouching low. He hoped no one from the busy street would look up at him. They'd call the cops for sure and that would cause problems and unnecessary drama.

He focused on the window sill of the laboratory, scanning all the possibilities that could put him and the mission in danger. He leaped forward, using all his body weight to angle himself towards the window, swift and confident.

His skilled fingers grabbed onto the concrete, his feet trying to find a grip against the stone wall. He held his breath when he heard glass breaking inside. He was sure he had heard someone moving around but the traffic below didn't allow him to hear clearly.

He waited, quite as a mouse, his arms straining to hold him upright. A few more minutes and his limbs would give out and he'd fall to his inevitable death, but that was just him being dramatic. He wasn't going to die, maybe break a leg or an arm but not DIE.

He strained his ears for any more movement, anything to indicate that someone was inside. When he didn't pick up any noise other than the honking of vehicles below, he pulled himself onto the window sill.

He examined the pedestrians below, making sure no one was looking at him before turning his attention to the lock that prevented him from entering the mad scientist's lair. But this wasn't his first rodeo, he had seen more complex lock than this.

He pulled out his swiss knife, sliding it between the window and the window frame, he could feel the latch. He push and pulled for a few moments before the window gave way. He stepped inside the room, tripping immediately. He looked at the obstacle, a seemingly invisible thread, small and indistinguishable, his eyes widened when he realized what it was but it was too late by the time he covered his nose with his hands, the toxic gas making him dizzy and nauseous. He could feel his head throb and his legs give out as his body succumbed. All he saw was a pair of black boots before darkness enveloped his senses.

She stared at the bulky, heavy as fuck dude who currently occupied her only chair. His arms and legs, firmly tied to the chair.

The floor was cold and uncomfortable but it was the only place she could sit. She never thought her trap would work like this, the gas wasn't even supposed to be that strong and it must have been expired by now.

She held the Glock firmly, ready to shoot if he posed a threat to her. Doctor Bang had warned her about this but she didn't think it would happen. At least not till now.

The room was silent other than the squeak of the lab rats and the buff guy's heavy breathing. She hoped he didn't die, she didn't know how to dispose of a body other than Alkaline hydrolysis and that would take too much effort and a lot of time and she didn't have all that.

She had hooked him up to an iv bag and placed a neck pillow around him after unarming him, his holster and array of knives and daggers lay in a pile on the other side of the room but he was still a threat. She didn't find any identification on him, no phone or card to indicate who he was and she didn't have good enough technology to find out who he was just by his face.

Not paying much attention to her growing stomach, she started at the guy, his hair was made up very fancily for someone on a mission and he didn't seem like the military type, they had buzz cuts and didn't dress up all emo like this dude. She wondered who he was and who had sent him as she waited for him to stir.

She didn't think he'd be out for so long but the human body was a strange thing, each different from the other, each person had different limits. She considered splashing him with some water but that would be rude and she didn't want him to be angry with her.

She was reassembling all the rings on her fingers when Jungkook started to gain consciousness. She leaped to her feet, getting closer to him but not close enough that he could hurt her in any way.

"Are you okay," the girl asked as soon as Jungkook regained his senses, he focused on her, the white lab coat engulfed her figure and the smell of chemicals clouded his nostrils.

He sneezed loudly and the girl seemed to be frightened out of her wits, jumping a few feet away from him. "ARE YOU OKAY DUDE," She inquired again, much louder this time, "YES!" Jungkook answered, trying to move his wrist when he noticed the restrains.

"Who are you?" The girl asked, peering down at him, the Glock wasn't missed by him. "Justin," he lied, he was a professional at it now, he was sure the girl wouldn't be able to tell.

And who are you?? Jungkook demanded, he had been told that he'd meet a certain Dr.Bang, a middle-aged, grey-haired mad scientist, not a girl who seemed to be younger than him and the size of a chihuahua.

"Why are you here?" She asked, ignoring his question.

"Will you let me out?"

"Not till you answer me"

"I'm not talking either then"

"Fine then, you can stay over there and I'll stay over here"

The room sank into silence after that, none of them saying a word but maintaining aggressive eye contact, waiting for the other to crack first.

The girl was the first to crack under the pressure.

"Who sent you?"

Silence

"How did you even get near the window, we are on the 7th floor"

Silence

"Are you a bad guy?"

Silence

"Wow, that must be all the training talking"

Silence

"Did you know you drool when you sleep?"

"No, I don't," Jungkook bit his tongue as soon a the words left him. It was an involuntary reaction and he should've known better.

"You do, see you've got drool on the side of your face," she said, pointing vaguely at his left cheek.

Silence

She blatantly stared at him and jungkook couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious.

"Could you stop staring, it's uncomfortable," he said, trying to move himself a little.

"No can do"

Jungkook signed, he didn't know what to do, he wasn't prepared for something like this and this girl wasn't giving anything away.

He looked around the room, taking in the long steel table and the various sizes of test tubes and equipment, there was broken glass near the window he had entered through, he assumed that was where the gas had come from.

"Did you make that thing?" He asked, staring at the broken glass, the girl looked at the broken shards, contemplating her answer before nodding, "yes, it was a long time ago," she answered, she didn't seem uncomfortable answering that. He waited for her to add something, anything, any kind of information to that but she didn't.

"Are you here to hurt me?" She asked, gaining her confidence back.

"Is there any reason I should hurt you?" He countered, he didn't know how else to answer her, she wasn't the person he was supposed to end but he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her if he had to.

"What will make you hurt me?" She voiced out, his silence scared her. She didn't want to get hurt, she hadn't done anything wrong, all she had done was follow orders and make what she was told to, she had never broken the rules and never rebelled.

She didn't know why anyone would want her life, maybe he wasn't here for her, she thought, trying to convince herself.

"Are you Dr.Bang by any chance?" He asked, breaking the silence. Her eyes widened at the name of her mentor.

"No, he's dead, has been for a while now," Yn answered. Jungkook's heart dropped to his stomach at the new piece of information, sweat forming on his brow, was this a trap, had he been lured here?

Did they find out his plan? Did they want to finish him just like that?

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