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back2bluesidex · 14 hours

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Novice - JJK (18+)

Pairing: Pornstar!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP (porn with tiny plot), SMUT, pornstar au

Wordcount: 3k

Summary: The need of some extra money lands on you a weird job. But you are not complaining, not when you get to fuck Jeon Jungkook.

Warnings: Explicit sex, porn movie shooting, mentions of pros**tution, Jungkook is a smooth flirt, reader is nervous and shy, inexperienced reader, a little bit of flirting, missionary position, unprotected sex. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

Honestly, you have no idea what you are doing here.

You have been zoning out for the past ten minutes.

Keeping your focus trained on what’s waiting for you ahead is a little tough. Especially when it’s 2 degree celsius outside and you are wearing nothing but a thin camisole and flimsy underwear.

Even though the heater is in full blast, you require to have some clothes on your body to enjoy whatever warmth it has been offering.

You question your sanity once again. Are you really doing this? You out of all people? You - the goodie two shoes?

Yeah, the situation has been like that lately.

You are in need of some extra money because some fucker voiced-phised you and you, being dumber than ever, gave them your company card number and pin. Now you owe 200 million won to your company and you don’t even have 10% of the amount to do anything about it.

Right at that time, one of your friends knocked on your door asking for a favor.

“Please, Y/N! You are perfect for the role!” she pleaded.

“What are you even saying? I don’t even have any experience-”

“That’s exactly what we want - a novice.”

And you landed on the deal or role or whatever the fuck it is, in an exchange of 250 million won. By the way, did I mention that they have paid you 50% of the amount already?

It’s good money and a one-time opportunity. All you need to do is to get fucked on camera, get the pay and avoid showing your face around this place anymore.

As simple as that.

Or as simple as you thought.

But now that you are already at the set and ready to feature in a porn movie.. You are rather nervous.

Even though they assured you and added the “blurred-face” term to your contract, it’s nerve-wracking and for multiple reasons.

First, you have almost zero experience of sex. And must I mention that you never had an orgasm in your entire life?

Second, the concept of the film is complicated. There is only one male lead but three female leads (including you). But it’s not poly. The guy plays the role of a male prostitute, who pleasures three different women with three different stages of experience. The first woman is a pro, second one is amateur and third one, you, is a novice.

The first shoot was almost over when you arrived at the set and the cast went to prepare for the second shoot. Hence, you haven’t gotten to see the guy you would be having sex with.

And it’s unsettling.

You only heard his name but couldn’t muster up the courage to search him up. What if you don’t like his face and back off? You will have to repay the 50% of the advance along with a 5% of contract violation fee. And you certainly can’t afford to do that now.

So you held on, arrived at the studio as per instructions, got your clothes and hair done and now you are waiting for them to call you outside.

“Ms. Y/N?” A voice calls you from the door and breaks your reverie. “Let’s go” the staff smiles.

You stand up and follow her outside the green room.

As you approach the main shooting set all you hear is, well, moans and groans. And those get louder and louder with each passing second.

“Sit here.” the staff says. “You can observe what they are doing and prepare yourself in the meantime. We’ll brief you on the scenes once they are done.” she places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Too bad, ‘cause you are anything but reassured now.

“So this is how you like to be fucked? Like the bitch that you are? You slut!” the groan of the man invades each of your senses and you are shocked to say the least.

Is this how you are going to be treated here? You think to yourself. A shiver runs down your body when the sound of a sharp slap echoes inside the almost calm studio. Then another, then another. But the woman seems to enjoy it all. Her moans and whines keep getting louder.

You find your throat closing up with fear. Will you be able to enjoy it too? Or will you fuck things up?

You suddenly feel hot and sticky right between your legs. What the fuck? Are you really getting wet? Just with the sounds?

Squeezing your eyes shut you try to think of all the things you can do with the extra 50 million won.

“Great work, guys!” a loud cheer and sound of applause halt your activities. You open your eyes to measure the surroundings.

First you see the female lead coming out of the set with a cloth wrapped all around herself. She disappears with her assistant within seconds, even before you could see her face.

Then the man walks out, wearing almost nothing.

A towel is wrapped loosely around his torso and his bare body is on full view for you to enjoy.

You gulp.

The man is chugging down water as if he has been wandering in deserts for years. Your eyes fall on his Adam's apple at first, then on his glistening collarbones, his built chest, his toned abs, small waist and then on his torso.

Your anticipation makes you gulp again.

When you finally manage to drag your eyes up, you see him already staring and smirking at you.

And fuck! You choke on your own spit because you have never seen a more handsome man in your life.

Initially you thought Jeon Jungkook would be a pervert-looking middle aged ajussi but this guy looks like he is your age.

Your friends would actually pay to get fucked by a guy this hot. But you are getting it all for free? Must’ve saved your country in past life or something.

When Jungkook winks at you, you realize you have been staring at him for too long. And now you feel embarrassed.

Lord! What have you been doing!

“That’s it. I hope you have understood, Ms. Y/N?” The director peeks at you expectantly.

“I guess.. So.” You reply with a lot of doubts still playing in your mind.

“There is nothing to be nervous of,Y/N. We are not gonna send this movie to the Oscars, so you don’t have to think too much about your acting. Just do the bare minimum. Do what you are told. Jungkook will take care of the rest.” He gives you a kind smile.

You nod, reminding yourself that you need money and this is the only way.

“You guys will blur my face right?” you ask him with a low voice.

“We will. You can sue us if we don’t.” he chuckles.

You feel your nervousness and fears subsiding a bit… only to reach the peak in seconds.

“Hyung, are we good to go?” Jungkook appears from one of the green rooms, wearing his casual outfit - a white t-shirt with loose jeans.

He smiles down at you and you struggle to return his courtesy.

“Yeah, we are almost done here. Take care of Ms. Y/N, Jeon. She is very nervous.” the director gestures Jungkook to sit beside you.

Jungkook sits down with a respectable distance between you two and takes a tentative look at you before saying, “hyung, we have some time before the shoot starts right?”

The director nods a yes.

“Then.. let me talk to Y/N for a bit.”

“Yeah sure, go ahead.”

And they leave you alone with your co-star.

“Hey.” Jungkook says sweetly once you are alone in the makeshift secluded space.

“Hi.” you reply with a quiet trembling of a voice.

Jungkook chuckles at that.

“Cute.” you hear him murmuring under his breath.

“This is your first time, I guess?” He asks.

“Yeah and the last time as well.” you reply urgently, avoiding meeting his eyes as much as possible.

His eyes widen at your response, “why so?”

“I just need some extra money. So you know.. It’s a one time thing for me.”

“Oh..” Jungkook breathes out and then says, “then I will make sure it’s something you remember your entire life. I know you don’t have much experience but I won’t push you to do something crazy. I will be gentle, don’t worry. Just leave yourself up to me, relax and enjoy.” with that he rests one of his hands on top of yours and gives you a sickeningly sweet smile.

Now you don’t know how you are supposed to stay calm when your co-star’s mere presence is this nerve-wrecking.

“Okay. Cut” the director screams as you and Jungkook complete shooting the non-sexual scenes.

“You are pretty good, you know?” Jungkook slides beside you as you stand there preparing yourself for the big thing ahead.

“Ah. thanks. You are very impressive as well. I mean three times in a row is no joke. Aren’t you tired?” you reply, finally staring into his eyes.

Jungkook’s big doe, beautiful eyes almost defy the fact that he is in this business. Almost because once your eyes move lower on his body, you’ll have to admit that this is certainly his place to shine.

“I have a record of six times in a day, sweetie.” he smirks at you while winking at the same time. Your stomach flips involuntarily.

“Jungkook, Y/N, are you ready?” The director screams from his seat.

Jungkook raises his thumb to affirm him and then he looks back at you.

“As I said Y/N, don’t be nervous. I will take good care of you, okay?” Jungkook holds your hand again.

His sincere tone really melts your heart.

You nod, “okay.”

You don’t know how things will turn around but you are determined to enjoy it. You will not be seeing Jungkook anymore, anyway. So, why not take the advantage?

“Action!” the director screams.

When you look at Jungkook again, his doe eyes have turned dark.

From now on, you don’t have any dialogue. It’s only Jungkook who will do the talking, you will have to say yes or no as a response.

“So, you want me to fuck your virgin cunt because you are a bad bad girl. Is that right?” Jungkook speaks in a sultry low voice.

Your head starts spinning.

“Yes.” you reply.

He takes a step towards you as you take a step back.

“Oh. you got a voice I see.” Jungkook steps towards you again.

You know he is just acting but you can’t help but feel a burning sensation in your stomach. When you take another step back, your thighs come in contact with the bed.

He pushes on your shoulder gently, making you sit down.

“Then.. let me take care of you.” Jungkook says while sinking down on his knees.

He takes one of your feet in his hand and kisses on top of it. When his mouth wraps around your big toe, your breath hitches.

Were your feet always this sensitive?

He sucks on your big toe briefly, making it tough for you to breathe normally.

“Do you like it?” he asks, looking up at you, lips still close to your foot.

“Yes.” you mutter.

“Good girl.”

Jungkook places a kiss on your ankle next, then on your knee. His other hand kneads on your other thigh gently.

His mouth reaches to your inner thigh and hovers above your skin for a brief second. Then he kisses down, pulling out a moan from your throat.

“Lay down for me.” he requests and you oblige.

Jungkook’s fingers hook on the waistband of your panty and he slowly pulls that down revealing your glossy slit to not only him but to the entire crew.

But surprisingly you are not self conscious. Jungkook has somehow made it feel like it’s only about the two of you. And you like it that way.

“So pretty” he whispers, as if talking to your cunt.

His actions make you leak even more. You suck in a deep breath when you see him, lowering his face down to your pussy.

He places a soft kiss on your folds at first and then licks a stripe along it.

Latching his lips around your clit, he sucks on it. You lose your senses with that. Some incoherent words fly out of your mouth but you know you are not really making sense to anyone, not even yourself.

He keeps performing his ministrations, licking, sucking and occasionally biting down on your clit.

This is the very first time someone has their mouth on your cunt and you never thought it would feel this good.

“Umm.. you taste so good, sweetie.” Jungkook mumbles on your clit.

His tongue probes into your entrance, lapping up all the juices that you leak.

You grab the sheets to find something to distract the overpowering pleasure that Jungkook has been providing you with.

Your knees buckle, caging Jungkook between your legs.

Soon you feel something akin to a finger pressing down on your clit, then drawing slow circles around it, and then the circles are fast.

Your eyes roll back and your throat produces some sounds you never knew you could make.

“Fuck! So tight. I have never fucked a pussy tighter than this” Jungkook groans and it vibrates your folds.

When he pokes into your entrance again, while circling your clit, you find something coiling in your lower abdomen. Something so strong that you can’t contain it anymore.

And you have it. The very first orgasm of your life.

Your juices drain Jungkook’s mouth and chin.

“Fuck, sweetie!” Jungkook stands up, “look what have you done?” he says while climbing on the bed.

He grabs your camisole and tears it in an instant.

Even though you are in your post-oragsm glory, it shocks you regardless. You hear mumbles coming outside the set but then the director seems to say something that shuts everyone up.

As soon as your tits are on display, Jungkook grabs both of those with both of his hands.

He kneads the muscles while his mouth latches to your neck.

There is so much happening at the same time that you don’t know what to focus on.

Jungkook’s kisses drop down to your collarbone, bruising your skin and then to your tits. He wraps his pretty lips around your perked nipples, suckling those as if his life depends on it.

Your moans know no bounds. And you already feel heat building up in your stomach again.

You leave the sheets and grab Jungkook's hair instead. He groans in pleasure.

“You are driving me fucking crazy, sweetie!” Jungkook manages to say, “do you think you can take my cock now?”

“Yes.” you say desperately.

You are actually very desperate to have him inside you already.

Jungkook climbs down the bed and starts stripping. You stare at him as if he is the best mountain view in the world.

Your eyes widen upon seeing his cock and your first thought is if it will fit or not.

“Don’t worry. I will make it fit.” Jungkook replies as if reading your mind.

He then comes closer to you and lines his cock on your entrance. Putting his lips on yours he pushes his length in.

A loud earth-shattering moan comes out of your mouth, which Jungkook swallows immediately.

He grabs one of your thighs and wraps your leg around his torso, your other leg follows the suit. He takes the chance to accommodate his cock inside your hole comfortably. And once he is sure you have adjusted, he starts moving.

At first he is slow but then he starts picking up his pace.

“Does it hurt?” Jungkook mumbles in your mouth, not ceasing to kiss you all while.

“No. It feels good.” you spill the truth.

Jungkook groans at your response, emptying you for a second only to thrust his full length inside you harshly.

You whine.

He pins your wrists above your head and stares at you while fucking you dumb. His eyes are so dark that they demand you to keep staring back at them.

The skin slapping sound makes your head spin and the coil in your stomach starts getting loose.

“I-I am cum-” and before you could finish your sentence, you cum.

It Triggers Jungkook’s own orgasm. He pulls out your cock from your hole, pumps it twice and then spills his cum all over your body.

And all you could do is to stare at him dumbly with your mouth ajar.

“That was so unlike you, Jungkook.” you hear the director talking to your co-star.

Even though you don’t want to eavesdrop, you want to know what was not like him.

“I know, hyung. For the first time ever in my career I lost control.” he sighs “Y/N was… something else.”

Your face grows hot with the complement. But you know you are not going to see him again so it’s better not to think too much about it.

You grab your bag and head towards the exit, stopping to greet everyone on your way out.

“Hey” you greet him with a small voice.

Jungkook gives you a big toothy grin in return.

“Are you leaving already?” he asks, staring at your bag.

“Yes. I- um. Thanks, Jungkook. I really enjoyed it.” You tell him sincerely.

“My pleasure, Y/N. And honestly, I think I enjoyed you a little too much as well.” he replies scratching the back of his neck. The tips of his ears turn pink.

You giggle.

“That’s great. So… yeah. That’s it. I will take my leave now. Bye” waving your hands, you turn your heels to leave.

“Y/N?” but his voice stops you.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe if you don’t mind… Can we exchange numbers?”

“Umm.. maybe we can do that.”

Maybe this deal has more than just money to offer.

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Little do You Know | OT7 | Drabble Twenty

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au.

Chapter warnings: Tae is home for a visit and he has news to share. Kinda angsty but so much fluff and thick Tae.

WC: 5.5k

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“Baby kitten, calm down,” Yoongi started with a gentle smile, hip resting on the side of the marble kitchen island. “It’s just Taehyung.”

“It’s just–” you sucked in a breath through your teeth, pausing your rampant to stare at the sleepy man.

Instead of letting your nervousness seep through you, making you lash out on the soft, gentle man who had nothing to do with what was crawling under your skin, you took another deep breath to center yourself. Reading you like a book, Yoongi walked to where you were, standing in front of you and encapsulating your hands with his. You hadn’t even noticed how clenched your fists were until he used his thumb to relax your fingers.

Your whole body followed suit and your forehead pressed against his collarbones, melting wordlessly into him.

“He’ll be home soon and you’ll see that he’s okay.” Yoongi assured you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and allowing you to hide in his chest.

“I know he’s okay… But I want to know he is okay.” your voice was muffled by his uniform cardigan and you could only hope you made any sense right now.

Yoongi’s chest grumbled like the one of a cat, showing you he agreed. “You know, out of all of us, I thought it’d be the kid making you this worried.”

“I know Kookie is fine and he has Jimin with him.” you reasoned, even if your heart clenching let you know that you weren’t completely worry-free when it came to your other lovers and their military careers. “Taehyung just had to go and enlist in the special forces. It’s like he wants me to grow white hairs.”

“Hey, you said you like my white hairs.” Yoongi’s grin was playful, getting a rise out of you.

“On you, it’s sexy.” you rolled your eyes, getting back on track: “Tae just couldn’t do what the rest of them did? Couldn’t he have a buddy system with Joon or something?”

“You know how he is, always has to do something different.” the man pressed his lips to the top of your head, arms loosening their grip and making you wish he could stay with you until Tae’s arrival. “Will you be okay if I go?”

“Yeah, sorry.” you nodded slowly, breathing in his scent. “Can’t have you late to the office, I want you to get worker of the month again.”

It was your turn to grin as Yoongi rolled his eyes. He let you smooth out his uniform shirt and pull the cardigan closed so he could be cozy and ready for his day. It was weird for the both of you, your new reality. Yoongi having to go into an office where he’d spend all day doing forms and staring at a screen, while you got to go to a television studio to film your show.

The fact you were leaving youtube and making it to national TV was still mind blowing to you, something your lovers were constantly praising you for. You just hoped they wouldn’t resent you for getting to live your life with a lot more freedom than they were allowed to at the moment.

Before walking Yoongi to the door of his –now shared– apartment, you made sure he had his packed lunch and treat you put together for him, getting a heartwarming kiss goodbye as you waited for the elevator to come pick him up.

“Have a nice day, sweetheart.” you wished from the front door, never quite not-missing him whenever he had to say goodbye.

“Let me know if you want me to bring dinner, Tae might want something different.” he offered, Yoongi’s own way of showing his own concerns for his brother. “I love you.”

Your smile was soft and your cheeks were warm as you answered back: “I love you, cat boy.”

You tried to relax, you really did. But you hadn’t seen Tae ever since his and Namjoon’s graduation ceremony. And even though he still had phone call rights every now and then, it wasn’t as easy as when it came to the other boys. If you could even call any of this easy.

At this point, you had to send off six out of your seven boyfriends and even though you still had Yoongi every day, it wasn’t the same. You would never feel complete unless you had the seven pieces of your heart under the same roof as you. A roof that would no longer be the one you were standing under right now.

Yoongi’s apartment was comfortable and homey and more than enough for the two of you, Holly and Bam, but soon enough it wouldn’t fit the rest of you. Jin only had a few months left before coming home to you (his flowers were still delivered month after month), and Hoseok wouldn’t be away much longer than that.

You were counting the days until Bangtan’s safe return, planning for the future where you’d move into your shared house together. It was incredible how the place was almost livable at this point, when it felt like just yesterday when the seven men took you to the construction site for the first time to show you the physical promise of a future together.

It was as you looked at the engagement ring on your finger that you heard the front door being pushed open. Your heart leaped to your throat as you shot up from the couch; and if Holly wasn’t keeping Bam company at the doggy training center, he’d have complained about you waking him up from his nap.

You listened for the kicking of chunky boots, the thump of a heavy backpack being dropped to the floor and the slightly heavy steps coming up from the entrance hallway. You held your breath for the man who–

“Tae?” you gasped lightly as you saw him coming into view, the only thing that was seemingly the same about him was his boxy smile and chocolate eyes. His uniform pants were jet black, contrasting with the white t-shirt that looked a number too small on him.

“I’m gone for one hundred days and this is how you greet me?” the man had a playful glint in his eyes, the sweetness mixed with mischief making your heart try to leap out of your chest.

Your head was shaking as you smiled and skipped your way to him, watching excitedly as Taehyung opened his arms and bent his knees to catch you as you all but threw your body against his. Your arms were around his shoulders as you hid your face into his neck. When he stood to his regular height, your feet left the floor altogether and, in true Baby Bird fashion, your lover twirled you around a couple of times just to make you giggle.

Once he put you down, you couldn’t help but bow your back so you could look at him. His hair must be two centimeters longer than when you last saw him; not long by any means, but when buzz cuts were all you had as of late, it already made a difference. Your hands went from his shoulders to his chest, the wide planes of recently acquired muscles just as shocking as the new width of his neck.

You continued to roam his body with curious hands, breath very much heavy when you felt his biceps flex to show off his new curves and bumps. When your nails traced his navel, moving down to his stomach, you felt Taehyung shudder and you smelled the mint of his breath against your own lips.

“Happy to see me?” he mumbled, bringing your eyes back to his face.

“I think I forgot how handsome you are.” you blabbed, counting the little moles on his face to make sure they were all still there.

Just as you were watching him, Taehyung was studying you just as intently. “I could never forget your face, you’re all I think about when I’m there.”

“Good to know you’re still just as cheesy.” heat creeped up behind your cheeks, but instead of focusing on how shy you suddenly felt, you chose to close your eyes as you felt him lean in.

Taehyung’s hands carefully cradled your face, gently tilting it sideways for his lips to slot between yours. He was never forceful, but the firmness in which he made you part your mouth for his tongue turned your fingers into clenched fists around his cotton shirt. You followed his lead, absolutely pliant as you tried to keep up with the kiss that grew heated with each flow flick of his tongue against yours. You pressed your chest a little closer to his, standing on your tiptoes to chase him back when he tried to stop it short.

You could feel his smile against your lips, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip as he sucked it into his mouth, causing a tiny moan to slip out.

“Didn’t think I’d hear that so soon,” Taehyung teased, going in for another bite to your bottom lip that made you groan from the slight pain.

“You weren’t supposed to,” you agreed with a small pout, pulling back an inch to look at his reddened lips. “I have breakfast ready for you.”

“I’d rather have you.” he decided, hands taking each side of your hips to hold it closer to his.

“Even if I tell you it’s nurungji?” you raised an eyebrow as his eyes widened.

Taehyung hesitated for a couple seconds before asking: “With sugar?”

“Who do you take me for? Of course, with sugar!”

“Oh.”

The boy still looked conflicted and even though you would love for him to jump your bones and rearrange your insides first thing into his visit, you knew he missed more from his regular life than just sex. And your cooking was always one of his favorite things, so you’d make sure he got plenty of it during his short stay.

You sent him off to sit on the couch while you walked the short distance to the kitchen, almost giving yourself a heart attack as you stepped on one of the dogs’ squeaky toys. It made Taehyung giggle, so you’d make a fool of yourself as many times as necessary just to have more of that sound.

The small bowl of nurungji you set aside for Taehyung was sitting on the counter, right next to Yoongi’s empty one as the older man already had his portion for breakfast. You brought the full one back to the living room with you and handed it to the newly-buff man, sitting so close to him that your bodies were pressing together.

Never one to be shy around food, your lover shoved a piece of sugary rice into his mouth, enough to fill one of his cheeks. You laughed as his head fell backwards and his eyes scrunched as he chewed with a pout.

“You look like you’re having a Michelin meal, I know it’s not that good.” you pointed out, watching his forehead scrunch as he looked back at you.

“You’d be surprised how you miss even the simplest things when you’re there.” he spoke through a full mouth. On a normal day, you would have nagged him about it, but it also surprised you just how many things you could miss about someone.

“Make me a list and I’ll make sure you can have anything you miss.” you promised, meaning every word. “You’re doing well, though. Right?”

“Mhm, I think so. You know I’m in a leadership position in my division.” Taehyung nodded before pushing more rice into his mouth.

“Well, that makes all of my boyfriends.” you chuckled, heart filled with pride and fondness. “I feel like all of you are at the top of something in your divisions.”

“You know how to pick’em.” the boy winked, making your cheeks burn.

And then you scoffed. “Oh yeah, it was all part of my mastermind plan to end up with a Bangtan Harem.”

“If anyone could, it would be you.” he shrugged.

“You always thought so, didn’t you, baby bird?”

You pushed the little bit of hair Taehyung still had away from his forehead, watching as it fell back into place as you pushed your fingers higher and to the back of his neck. You liked to believe that you had a different connection with each of the men you dated, special in their own unique ways.

And with Taehyung it wasn’t any different. He’d always be the man that never gave up on you. The one to get you back and the one to put up a fight to have you from the start. The man who believed in love at first sight, the one who couldn’t wait to start a family.

You watched him eat the rest of the teats you made, listening to him tell you about the run ins he had with Namjoon, how they both got into playful competition with each other to see who could lift more weights or finish the training courses the fastest. According to Tae, he won every time. And you made a mental note to ask Joon about it when he visited you in a couple of weeks.

Knowing Tae like the back of your hand also meant that you could tell he wasn’t telling you everything. None of them ever did, choosing to spare you the things that would hurt you. But you knew what happened, you knew their bodies ached at the end of each day, you knew one of them had a bad reaction to the pepper spray and some were having a hard time being away from ARMY and music.

“Enough about me.” Taehyung decided, pushing the empty bowl onto the coffee table. “I want to know about you.”

“You know what’s going on with me.” you shrugged, but let your body be taken when Tae put his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “We’re getting ready to film the first, and maybe only season–”

“It won’t be the only season–”

“-of my show.” you continued, trying to keep your nerves at bay. “I’ve been told it is not going to be so different from youtube, just more people and more hours.”

“You’ll do great, baby.” Tae pressed his lips to your forehead and you wrapped your arms around his middle; impressed you needed more of your arms to reach around him.

“Thank you, Taetae.” you rested your cheek against his shoulder, gently nudging your nose against his throat. “The producers want to bring a couple of guests that have been on the show before, Seojoonie already said yes.”

“Oh he did, did he?”

“That’s what I said, yeah.” you laughed, raising your head to find him pouting. “What’s with that face?”

“Have you been seeing hyung much since I left?” Taehyung asked and you frowned.

“I wouldn’t say that, we mostly text here and there.” you sat up a little straighter, wondering if he might be feeling left out. “He asks about you a lot.”

“Oh I’m sure.” your lover rolled his eyes and took his arm from around you, making you hold back a snicker.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Seojoon.” you challenged, turning around to fully face him.

Tae looked sheepish, as if hearing his own words back, but not wanting to give up: “I’m just saying–”

“He watched me choke on your cock and now you’re jealous?!” you nagged in disbelief.

“Hey, that was a wholesome experience that happened in Mexico–” Taehyung tried to hold back a grin at the memories, making you roll your eyes.

“Nothing that happened in Mexico was wholesome,” you huffed. “I still can’t look at pink flamingos the same way.”

“Jagiya, can you come here for a second?”

You were sitting at the dining table as you heard Taehyung call for you, giving up on revising some work papers you had to sign at some point this week.

Whenever any of the boys had any type of military leave, you took days off at work, didn’t go into the HYBE building where your offices were, but you still liked to be on top of your game.

So when Tae asked if you minded if he played some games on Yoongi’s computer, you distracted yourself by answering emails and reading through changes in your contract. It didn’t last very long, as only twenty minutes later Taehyung was already calling for you.

You closed your laptop’s lid, gathering the messy papers and putting them in a neat pile before walking down the hallway where you knew you’d find your lover.

Taehyung was already coming after you, wearing nothing but one of Yoongi’s sweatpants –that looked surprisingly small on him– and a bare, tanned, thick chest, full of new lines and ripples.

“There you are.” the boy greeted you by the door of the home studio Yoongi used to write and record whenever he needed to let off steam.

“And there you are.” you wiggled your eyebrows, hands moving to his chest and circling around his back as you pressed your front to his.

You could still smell the soap on Taehyung’s skin from his recent shower, feel his warmth on your skin. The man giggled with pink cheeks, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bumping his nose against yours.

“That’s not why I called you here.” he grumbled without much will behind his words, hands already moving down your back to settle at the curve of your ass.

“Sorry.” you grinned against his collarbones as you peppered kisses on his skin. “What can I do for you? Need me to make some snacks for your gaming session?”

“We just played for a round before realizing we’re really bad at it.” he laughed again and you felt it in your chest. “My friends want to meet you, is that okay?”

“Yeah, sure, are they in Seoul?” you nodded against his chest, not really excited about having to let go or leave the house.

“Ah, no they are all over the place, we’re on call right now.” Taehyung explained and you were sure he meant his new military friends. “But I promised I'd say hi. Hajun is really big a fan.”

“So Bangtan has fanboys in the army, huh?” you smiled, relieved to know your lover had found some good people to keep around.

“Not a fan of mine.” he corrected. “A fan of yours.”

“Oh. Well then, let’s say hi to these men who obviously have good taste in shows.”

You had a smug pull on the corner of your lips as you unwrapped yourself from Tae and turned him around to gently push him into the home studio. The man went straight for the comfortable, gaming-style chair, and sat down to greet his friends again. One of the many computer screens on Yoongi’s mixing table was loaded with a shooting game that was currently paused, and another screen had a video-call kind of set up where you could see three men, plus Taehyung’s own camera that was filming the room you were in.

“Whatsuuuuuuuuup.” Taehyung announced his return, wheeling the gaming chair closer to the desk. “Oh, look who decided to show up.”

One of the men on the screen started waving to Taehyung, so you assumed he’d just recently joined in on the call.

“Didn't think you’d call so soon,” the newcomer had a young-boy, playful energy that reminded you of Jungkook in a way. “Miss me already?”

Taehyung laughed and made the chair creak when he got comfortable. “You wish, I'm still going to ask the chief to transfer you to another unit.”

Up until that point, you were happy just standing back to watch the men do their thing in a ‘boy will be boys’ kind of way, holding back a genuine laugh from watching your boyfriend interact with his newest friends.

But then–

“You couldn't live without my back scratches.” the man challenged.

“Excuse me?” you crossed your arms, slightly offended.

“Who is that?” one of the other men broke the bickering.

“That’s my girl.” Taehyung proudly stated, turning his hair around to call you closer.

You sent him a squint, knowing you’d get back to that in a minute. Taehyung had a proud, boxy smile on his annoyingly handsome face, grabbing you by the waist so you’d sit on his lap.

“Say hi to Baby.” Tae announced you when he pushed the rolling chair closer to the desk once more, making sure you were both in frame.

A cacophony of greetings and hellos sounded from the speakers and you just waved in return.

“It's nice to meet you all.” you smiled at them, noticing how the back-scratcher was suddenly quiet. “Have you been looking after my man?”

“Hey, I'm their leader.” Taehyung pouted.

“And he does an awesome job at it.” the back-scratcher said, posture a little taller than before noticing you. And you soon realized why: “You're really pretty in person, noona.”

“You're not seeing her in person, dumbass.” another one of the boys teased.

“And you never will if you keep this up.” Taehyung squeezed you a little harder, kissing your shoulder.

You ignored Taehyung in order to say: “You must be Hajun, right?”

“Yes I am!” the back-scratcher nodded with a smile that was a little crooked, but extremely friendly. “You know my name–”

You watched Tae roll his eyes before proceeding to introduce the rest of his friends. Hajun was their dongsaeng, followed by Mino and Jae-sung. All three were younger than Tae, which meant your boyfriend was just as protective of them as he was of Kook.

Against Taehyung’s will, you made all three of them promise to come to Soul whenever they had free days next, so you could cook for them; since Taehyung had apparently talked a lot about your cooking.

The four of them soon got lost in conversations you didn’t really understand, talking about people you didn’t know and military events you weren’t a part of, so you felt like you were third wheeling. After a quick goodbye, you got up from Tae’s lap to take your leave, only stopping to pick up the empty coffee cups from the desk that were likely forgotten by the owner of the room.

“Did Yn give you a hard time about that thing?” the one named Mino asked, not seeing you were still in the room.

You could tell Taehyung had frozen when you asked: “What thing?”

“I didn't tell her yet, but thanks for bringing it up.” the man sighed and you threw the empty cups in the trash can in the corner instead of bringing them to the kitchen like you intended to.

“Tell me what?” you asked again, a little more concerned than before.

“It’s nothing, pet.” Taehyung assured you, but he could never lie to you.

“Then tell me what's going on.” you asked softly, watching as Tae twirled his chair to face you.

“We'll let you talk–”

One by one the three boys said their goodbyes and turned off the video call, leaving you and Taehyung alone again. You didn’t know your lover to hide things from you, it wasn’t like him to keep secrets.

“So?” you insisted once again, watching him run his hands through his face.

“I don't want to tell you, if you're going to overreact.” his breath was long and dragged as Taehyung leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Why would I overreact?” your nerves made your voice a little higher, so you dropped your shoulders and softened your words: “Tae, you're just making it worse by not telling me.”

“Okay, okay, just…” the man used his feet to drag the chair closer to you, spreading his legs so you’d be standing between them. He held your hands and looked sorrowful when asking: “Do you remember during Permission to Dance on Stage, how I hurt my leg and couldn't dance or perform for a while?”

“Yes, I was worried sick.”

“Yeah, well…” he avoided his eyes then. “It happened again.”

“What?! When?” you squeezed his hands as if it would get him to tell you the whole thing at once. Your heart was sitting heavy in your chest. “During intensive training?”

“No, not then.” he shook his head. “At the base.”

You gasped, resisting the urge to hit his arm. “Tae! Oh my god, is it serious?”

“Not at the moment.” he still didn’t look at you.

“But it could get serious.” you guessed.

“If I go through excessive conditions, yeah. It's a thinning on my ligament, so the doctor said it could tear.”

You felt like the floor was being pulled from under your feet, taking a couple steps back as if to ground yourself. Your side hit Yoongi’s piano as your lips opened and closed as you tried to put your ideas into order.

“What?! You're in the military!” you finally spoke, voice high pitched and laced with worry. “Heavy duty tasks are all you do!”

“I'm being careful, baby–”

“That's not enough! If it tears you could need surgery!” you kept going, walking from side to side, mind swimming with all of the worst case scenarios it could find. “You could have to go to rehab, you could not be able to dance again–”

“Baby, calm down–”

“Don't tell me to calm down!” you stopped walking and turned to him all at once, growing a little dizzy from the moves. “I haven't been calm since you decided it was a good idea to join the special forces!”

“I have constant check ups and we're keeping an eye–”

“Keeping an eye–” you repeated, feeling like your heart was about to leap from your chest. “The ligament in your leg could snap at any moment and you're keeping an eye?! I knew this was a bad idea.”

“Baby.” Taehyung stood up from the chair, trying to get to you, but each step forward he took, meant two steps back for you.

“What were you thinking?!” you accused.

And then he snapped: “I was thinking about you!”

You stopped for a breath of air, lines between your brows. And then you started again:

“How is putting yourself at risk thinking about me?!”

“I don't want people to blame you!”

“Blame me for what?!”

Taehyung was done letting you walk away from him, taking the final step to get to you. Your back hit a wall and he caged you in with both hands on the wall by your shoulders. Despite his new muscles and the heated turn your conversation took, you didn’t even flinch.

It was a staring contest between the two of you, both filled with thoughts and fears. Tae’s chest was heaving so much you felt it press against yours with every breath he took.

“For Yoongi hyung not serving the country.” he finally admitted, confusing you to no end.

“What are you talking about?” you choked with frustration. “Yoongi is serving.... he's doing it a little differently, but he's doing his time.”

If anything, Yoongi was doing even more time than any of the other six. Surely he wasn’t in the field and his job was slightly less strenuous on his body, but–

“You know how the country sees that kind of serving.” the man continued, not moving an inch away from you. “What hyung is doing is criticized and frowned upon by most people.”

“If people have a problem with how Yoongi is doing his time then they are delusional.” your protectiveness was doubling at the thought of anyone criticizing any of your lovers. “But what does that even have to do with you? With me?”

“I didn't want people to think that you were the reason hyung chose to do service work instead of going through the physical training.” Taehyung’s right hand held your face and you could feel all your worries and emotions trying to leak from your eyes. “I didn't want them to think you made him stay.”

“I really don’t follow.” your words faltered and your fight started to leave you.

Yoongi didn’t stay because of you. He didn’t choose to do office work for your sake. Obviously you liked that you got to see him everyday, that you could look after him in a way you couldn’t do to the others, that you weren’t left alone waiting for one of them to come back. But you didn’t have anything to do with that decision, it was something the seven of them discussed together.

You never needed to be included in that.

Taehyung could see the confusion in your eyes, smoothing the lines between your brows with his lips.

“You know how people can be mean. Especially to women.” he started again, calmly. “Especially to playmates.”

“Ex-playmates.” you mumbled.

“I just thought I could even things out. If hyung couldn't go through the physical effort, then I'll do it for him.” Taehyung explained, letting you in on his mind, his way of seeing things. “The special forces are twice as hard, so I'm doing it for me and for him.”

“Tae…”

“And then if things are even, they don't have any reason to come for you.” he finished, swiping his thumb on the tear slipping down your cheek.

You couldn’t argue with his logic, not after everything. Only Taehyung would ever come up with something like this, his special little mind always thinking outside the damn –usually safer– box. Taehyung wasn’t irresponsible about his choices to enlist in the hardest branch of the military, he didn’t do it to show off. He obviously knew the risks. All seven had gone through physical evaluations countless times before enlisting and you would bet anything that HYBE’s doctors warned Tae about the consequences of his choice.

He did it out of love for his brother and to protect you. And you couldn’t be mad at that.

“You'll drive me insane one of these days.” you realized it was a lost battle, choosing to hug Taehyung by neck and hide in his embrace a little longer.

“I'm sorry I made you angry.” he mumbled against your hair.

“I'm not angry, Tae.” you held him a little tighter.

“You sounded pretty angry there.” he chuckled, hands rubbing up and down your sides soothingly.

“I'm scared. Actually, I'm terrified. All the time, for all of you.” admitting it without having to look at his face made things a little easier. “I'm scared of how Jin is going to be once he's back, I'm scared Hobi will just jump back into his work without a moment of rest. I'm scared for Jimin and if people are being mean to him, or if Jungkook is taking care of himself properly. I'm scared of how much pressure Joon must be putting himself under to prove his worth as Bangtan’s leader. I'm scared for Yoongi’s mental health for being away from his music and stuck in an office everyday. And then you…”

“Me.” he repeated quietly and you pulled your face from his neck to stare at him.

“You trying to act like Captain Korea over here.” you chastised, making him laugh. “Why put yourself through that added risk?”

“I just told you why.”

“I don't care about that.” you held his cheeks before he could look away. “I don't care if people call me a bitch, I don't care about my reputation or what people think of me. But if anything happened to any of you–

“Nothing is gonna happen, baby–”

“I don't know what I would do. I would never be able to live with myself if you got hurt because of me.”

“I'm not getting hurt, not for real.” he tried to ease your worries. “Jin hyung will come back fine, Hobi hyung won’t work before he smothers you with love, I heard Jimin hyung is pretty popular and he is taking care of our jungkook. I run into Joon hyung a lot and I promise you his shoulders aren't too heavy. And Yoongi hyung... I'm sure he'll work on a diss album fueled by the unfairness of modern society and start a revolution.”

Your laugh was a little wet as you dried your cheeks. “Thanks for trying to cheer me up.”

“I promise I'm doing well and being responsible.”

“Swear on it.” you pouted.

“I swear.” Taehyung leaned in to kiss your pout, lips very much near yours as he cheekily added: “Besides, how am I going to run after the twins with a bad leg?”

“Oh my god, enough with the twins story, it might not happen like that–” you groaned, pushing his chest so you have more room to breathe, but all it did was make him hug you harder.

“I'll prove it to you all.” he was certain, and it made you want to believe it.

“You're insane!” your complaint was smothered by his skin the more he held you.

“And you're glowing.” Taehyung teased, swaying you from side to side. “Have you and hyung been going at it?”

“Shut uuuuuup, I'm not talking about that.” you groaned further, memories of just last night making your cheeks burn.

“Don’t worry,” Taehyung grinned devilishly. “I’ll ask hyung about it.”

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THE SOLSTICE COVEN

BTS (CENTRIC CAREGIVER! YOONGI) X WHEELCHAIR USER! READER MAGIC/SOULMATES AU

CHAPTER 8 (4k words)

For more information about this story, find it here

"Aw, are you still mad at me? It was hours ago, I haven't done anything else since then".

I huff and puff as I tiredly move away from his car and towards the house, somehow sore all over because of Yoongi's tickling during lunchtime. I still can't believe that Namjoon and Hoseok watched instead of helping me. I was suffering, and all they did was laugh.

The betrayal shall not be forgotten.

"You've done enough" I grumble before unlocking the door, and he sighs as he follows behind me. He closes the door and removes his shoes to leave the entrance while I transfer onto my inside wheelchair.

I don't bother with putting the other one in the closet, no strength left in my body for those extra steps when all I want is to rest.

I ended up working a few more hours in overtime after I was sent an urgent copy to translate for the legal team, and Yoongi eventually fell asleep on the couch while the building slowly emptied out. Hoseok came by to say goodbye, but didn't linger for too long as he didn't want to wake him up.

Needless to say, today has burned my brain until there's nothing left but a tiny rock pebble, and I would plop right down on the couch if that was something I could still do. Alas, I need to work out if I want to get there, and I don't even know if my body can allow me that right now.

Slowly, I make my way to the kitchen where I grab a glass that I fill with water, and magick does its usual thing to keep it cold while Yoongi's looking in the fridge for something to eat. I should've ordered us something at the company, but I was so focused on work and he was sleeping, so dinner was skipped right over.

I take my time drinking, feeling almost lethargic on my chair. Honestly, I think I could fall asleep right here at this point.

"There's not much left in here... I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow evening after dropping you off at home, do you think you'd be alright on your own for... let's say two hours?" he asks after a while of searching fruitlessly, and I hum before setting the empty glass on the counter.

"I used to spend entire days on my own, I think I'll be fine for two hours" I reply plainly, and I wince at how sarcastic my tone sounded even though that wasn't my goal. Yoongi turns around to stare at me as I make a move to exit the kitchen with the last of my energy.

"Y/N, are you alright?" he asks, concerned as he begins to follow after me. I can feel his magick washing over me, looking for something, but my ice crystals have been pretty obedient since lunch, he won't find anything strange this time.

"I'm just exhausted, Yoongi, don't worry about it" I let out while heading towards the living room, and I spot the lounge chair, wanting nothing more than to lie down on it and stop thinking until sleep welcomes me into its cold embrace.

With my lips pursed, I mentally prepare myself for the workout that's to come as I lock the brakes besides the bed-like couch, and I inhale deeply before trying to raise myself high enough so that I can at least sit on the edge first, but my arms don't last quite as long as I hoped for.

They shake and give up within seconds, and I almost fall off my chair when I fall back down. I groan in irritation, feeling the tears of exhaustion right there, beneath my water line. If one more thing doesn't go my way tonight, I'll cry like a baby, I can feel it.

Yoongi exhales deeply at the sight, then moves to my side with an earnest expression on his face.

"Do you want my help?".

Such a simple question that is, to be offered help, and yet it currently feels as if Yoongi just offered to move a mountain just to make my life easier. I try to not let the tears show, but he only needs to see the way I'm clenching my jaw and the shine in my eyes to know that I'm reaching a limit today.

"Please, that'd be nice of you" I answer weakly, and he hums softly before leaning down to pick me up bridal style. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he raises one knee over the couch to better lower me over it, gentle and careful as always.

"Thank you" I murmur as I adjust myself to be more comfortable, and he leaves briefly before coming back with a blanket that he draws over me once I'm done moving the cushions on each sides to keep me in the position I want.

He then sits by my feet and observes in silence as I finally allow myself to close my eyes and relax.

"Do you need anything? I can make you a warm drink, some hot chocolate, or a tea maybe. I'll have a look into ordering some food for tonight, is there something you'd like? We can have anything you want" he asks with his low husky voice that never fails to make my heart tingle.

I open my eyes to gaze at him, then smile lightly. I still feel fragile, but I'm also starting to feel better now, thanks to him.

Before Yoongi was brought into my life, days where I'd feel this way happened too often, and they were excruciating. There wasn't much I hated more than when I'd be too tired to do anything, and to have no one whom I could rely on during those moments was enough to break my heart in pieces and make me cry until late into the night.

But this handsome man, right there, is asking me how he can help me to feel better, his eyes showing that he would move not one, but every mountains in his path if needs be. He's so quickly becoming my safe zone in a world that continually screams danger into my ears.

"You don't need to do anything for me, Yoongi" I muse softly. "Being here by my side is enough. It's more than enough".

He keeps staring intently, the pupils of his eyes getting darker and bigger as he processes what I just said. There's a feral, untamed beast that's beginning to awaken in the depths of his guts, and it feels to Yoongi like it could jump out at anytime if he didn't try so hard to keep it there.

How can I say that so easily to him, looking like this? It's making him want to do things that he's never done before.

He wants to feel me close, heart to heart, and admire me all night. He wants to taste my lips and blow my mind with a dance that only his tongue would know. He doesn't know where that urge is coming from, he only knows that this beast wasn't awake until now.

Is it because he learned of the bond? Or was his love always meant to burn with passion beneath all that tenderness? He inhales deeply, needing to calm himself as I continue to stare at him, completely unaware of what's going on in his mind, heart and soul right now.

"You need to eat something, Y/N. You barely ate anything during lunch" he finally speaks, though his voice sounds a little hoarser than usual. I would complain and say that I'm still not hungry, but the look he gives me keeps my mouth shut, and I instead stare out at the window.

"Something easy to eat... sushis could be good. I think I have enough bills in my wallet to pay for it, but I don't think I can get out of this couch anymore, so if you could bring my bag over... I'll give you the money. I'm most likely going to spend the night here because my body has given up on me".

"As long as you're comfortable, that's not a problem, but I'm not letting you pay for tonight" he states as he grabs his phone to have a look at sushi restaurants nearby, and I huff softly as he stands up to reach the kitchen where he grabs a pen and a paper.

"You paid yesterday, Yoongi, I'm not going to let you pay two nights in a row" I counter, but he ignores me and instead begins writing down the order.

"Name everything you like so I can write it down. Do you need to see the menu?".

Grumbling under my breath, I shake my head, considering that I know my sushis pretty well. What is up with men and wanting to cover the bill all the time? Hoseok and Namjoon paid for our lunch as well, and they were not taking no for an answer.

"Then I'll order everything on the menu until you're sweating and begging me to stop" I start off with a grumpy grimace, but that only makes him grin with a satisfied nod of the head, like that's all he wanted to hear. Damn it.

"That sounds good to me. I'm listening, doll".

Yoongi's POV

After a meal that was both delicious and entertaining, I had the pleasure of watching as Y/N slowly fell asleep, cheek squished into a cushion and the blanket wrapped around her all the way up to her nose.

I didn't know it'd something I would enjoy so much, but it felt special, the way that her eyes slowly fluttered shut in front of the tv show we'd put on to end the night on a good note and give a break to the brain.

I smile to myself as she mumbles something in her sleep, too many sushis being a part of the unintelligible sentence she makes up. For someone who wanted me terrified at the prospect of ordering for us both, she unsurprisingly went with only what she thought she'd be able to eat.

So, as it should, I ordered more.

Maybe a bit too much, all things considered, but nothing too bad. The shock on her face when she saw the food pile up on the coffee table made me laugh out loud, though, a laughter that was unlike anything I'd ever achieved before.

In the past, I used to think that I simply wasn't the kind of guy to laugh, or that I was probably just meant to feel grumpy all the time. People would call me cold, boring, and I was told a couple of times that my face was the only good thing about me.

That used to sting, especially when those words would come from someone I thought of as a friend.

But with Y/N, everything feels... lighter. I find myself smiling a lot more often and teasing her, and I honestly love her reactions when I annoy her. She's unashamedly herself when she's with me, and it makes it easier for me to do the same.

Of course, there are times when she tries to hide behind smiles, times when she puts up a front to look stronger than she feels, but today, I feel like I got to see more of her, without all those barriers. She allowed herself to be a little more vulnerable in front of me, and that made me very happy.

She doesn't always open up when it matters the most, but today, she allowed herself to crack a little, at least enough to lean on me. She didn't allow herself to cry when her exhaustion and frustration teamed up against her, but she allowed herself to melt in my arms.

Maybe she didn't realize it herself, that her body relaxed in my arms when I picked her up earlier, but I did. I felt her muscles instantly lose of that painful tension as I cradled her to my chest, with her arms around my neck.

Her warmth soothed my soul, and I would've lied down by her side if I'd listened to my heart.

I didn't, though. I wanted to. I still do. But not like this, not when she's asleep.

I head to the kitchen to clean up everything and put what's left of dinner in the fridge, then head back to the living room to watch some more of the show on the television.

Gone like she is, I doubt she'd wake up because of it, and anyway, she did mention that she didn't mind if I kept watching Netflix while she slept. Such a sweetheart she is, making sure that I don't worry before putting me through that exact situation.

I would've forced myself to go to bed if she hadn't said what she did, even though I'm not tired yet. How could I sleep after the day we had? I learned that she is my mate, and that her coworker, Hoseok, and his mate, and their coven, are also our mates.

So quickly did I go from being alone and lonely, to having such great people around me. All because I accepted a contracted job that stated I would need to be by her side 24/7 to keep an eye on her magick and health.

It's most certainly the best thing to have ever happened to me.

I wonder what the future is going to be like from now on. At the end of the week, we'll be meeting the entire coven at their place for dinner, but I don't even know how many they are. There could be two more people to meet, or it could be five, or more, who knows?

Meeting new people... I've gotten better at that, but it's still nerve-wracking. I can be more like myself with Y/N now, but with the others, it's going to be another process all over again. Hopefully, the ride won't be too bumpy or I might try to pull back a little.

Knowing that thinking about all this now won't do me any good other than making me anxious, I decide to focus only on the show, even though I can barely understand what's going on right now. Has an entire episode played without me knowing? I think so.

Still, it's doing quite a good job at captivating my attention, so well that I don't even notice that Y/N has woken up until she speaks up.

"That guy sucks. Just look at the way he keeps lying in everyone's faces, he's up to no good".

A corner of my lips curls up, and I let my eyes fall on her sleepy form to find her snuggled on her side with her eyes on the television. "That's because you missed the last two episodes. He doesn't have a choice but to lie, otherwise it's the others who would betray him. He's actually the good guy".

"Oh. Wait, really? But he's the one who did all the bad stuff to the main characters" she utters out with a baffled look on her face, that's the last thing she expected to hear, I can see that much. I snort before shaking my head, she's so gullible.

"I'm just messing with you. I don't know what happened in the last episodes either".

"Why are you still watching the show then, silly?" she asks with a giggle that clears the sky of my soul to better paint it with the colours of peace, she does it so easily that it must be an unknown magick of hers.

"I was too lazy to find out where I stopped watching" I answer with a laugh of my own when she bursts into a bigger fit of giggles, why is she being so cute right now? Who's still adorable, giggly woman?

"I really shouldn't laugh, I need to pee" she whines as she wipes her teary eyes, her comment sounding playful despite the discomfort it must bring her.

"Want some help again?" I ask when she begins to scoot towards the edge of the couch where she manually moves one leg at a time down in front of her, I'd honestly really like to hold her once more, but she smiles while shaking her head, chair pulled a little closer before she transfers onto it smoothly.

"This is fine. It's getting in bed that I dread" she replies with a sigh as she circles the coffee table to reach the bathroom. She closes the door behind her without another word, and I keep staring at it for a moment before turning off the tv.

Would she be uncomfortable if I got her in bed myself? Or is that going too far, too soon?

I wait next to her bedroom's door in silence, hands crossed behind my back as I lean against the wall, heart doing nervous stutters as I hear her take care of her nightly routine. Hands, face, teeth, then rinsing her mouth.

Does she have a pyjama in there? She can't sleep in those clothes, they're too warm.

Before I can do anything about that, she exits the bathroom and heads my way, a knowing glint across her face that tells me she knows why I'm standing here. It would be obvious to anyone watching, honestly.

"I need to get changed first, Yoongi, but you can help me after that. Give me just...five minutes".

Preening in quiet, I open the door for her and watch as she enters her bedroom with a few tired pushes on her chair's wheels. Her energy is clearly running out by now, will she be fine? She knows I can help with changing her outfit, though I don't expect her to ask.

The fact that she's my mate can easily be pushed to the back of my mind for tasks like that, as it means assisting her as a caregiver. Doing my job well will always be my priority, but the same cannot be said for her. Not to mention that I am a man, not everyone would like that.

Still, after the five minutes have gone by with a lot of sighs from inside her room, I eventually find the courage to knock on her door softly. This cannot keep going any longer. She stills, and her agitated magick crawls around my own and pulls on it, as if begging for my help since she cannot dare to ask.

"Y/N... despite our evolving circumstances, I hope you won't forget that I'm foremost here to help you as a caregiver. You're allowed to ask for help when you're struggling, there's nothing to be embarrassed about" I speak gently, only wanting to remind her of her rights.

I'm not here as decoration, is what I want her to remember.

She sniffles lightly, and her magick pulls even more urgently on mine, yet I remain where I am, the shut door between us. It feels excruciating to not be by her side this instant, but I will never make a move in such a circumstance without her consent.

"I'm half naked, Yoongi. I can't let you see me like this" she finally speaks weakly, voice wavering slightly under her shame and tears.

She sounded so cheerful just a moment ago, yet now she seems so exhausted that it puts to shame the fatigue I saw on her face when we arrived home after work. When did she take a break for the last time? No work, no responsibilities, no nothing?

It's starting to feel like she might be on her way to reaching a burnout, if I take the few hints she's unconsciously given me since the last week. Today might have only been the cherry on the cake, with the mates reveal and her physical struggles.

"Y/N, I am trained for situations like this. I promise, if you let me help, I won't look. All I want is for you to be comfortable, and that includes respecting your boundaries. I won't insist, the choice is yours alone. Just... keep in mind that you can use me, that's why Doctor Wang had you hire me".

She's silent for another minute before she finally opens the door slightly, eyes downcast in her flowy pyjama top. "I just need help with the pants... please. I wanted to go for a nightdress, but they're all in the dirty laundry".

I hum softly, then walk in at her permission. "We'll start the washing machine tomorrow morning. Thank you for trusting me, Y/N, it means a lot to me. Let's get you dressed, then in bed, shall we? Today has been a long day for you, hasn't it? You did good, lean on me".

With her wobbly chin and wet cheeks, I help her with pulling up her pants, all while respecting my promise to her. It's much faster this way, but by the end, she looks ready to crumble and cry herself to sleep.

"I'm sorry, it's not you, I swear" she says when I stare at her with a growing concern. "I just feel so tired and... drained. Mentally drained" she explains before sighing her annoyance. "Gosh, I feel ridiculous, I don't know why I'm like this".

I shake my head, her hands in mine as I kneel before her. Her eyes are turning puffier by the minute and it makes me want to cradle her close to comfort her. This sight breaks my heart like a shadow cuts through the light.

"You don't need to apologize, doll, it's fine. Hold onto me, I'll get you in bed".

She nods slowly, then wraps her arms around my neck just like earlier. With one arm under her knees, I lift her up, then turn around to softly lower her on the mattress, and she just stares at me as I try to move her into what I consider a cozy position, no directives from her making me a little anxious.

Is this fine? She would tell me if it wasn't, right? Or has her exhaustion rendered her unable to speak anymore? That wouldn't be rare.

I cover her with the blanket, then make a step back, ready to leave her room so she can finally rest. Only, in doing so, her hand grips onto the hem of my shirt. I stop moving, unsure of what she wants from me.

Is the position not right after all, or is it something else?

"What's wrong, Y/N?" I ask her with a low, soothing voice. I try to get her to look me in the eyes, but she fully avoids my gaze as she keeps her grip tight. "You know you can tell me anything. I can't guess if you don't tell me what's wrong".

"Can you... stay?".

My heart skips a beat, then another one, before my eyes widen.

"You want me to stay... until you fall asleep? Or all night?" I ask for clarifications, though my heart is thumping quickly already, magick buzzing against my skin, into my soul, with excitement. She hides her face under the blanket, but not before I can see the dark reddening of her ears.

"Can I ask for the entire night? Is that too much? You don't have to if-"

"Y/N, if I ever refuse that kind of request, you call the police because that wouldn't be Min Yoongi but an imposter. Can I take a couple of minutes to get changed and do my nightly routine? I'll be back as soon as I'm done".

That manages to get a tiny laugh from her, much to my relief, and she nods her head before turning on her stomach to adjust the pillows on her twin bed. That means we'll be really close, right? Am I getting too ahead of myself if I think about hugging her all night? Did she want space between us?

"Don't take too long, otherwise I'll fall asleep without you" she muses softly, and I run out of her bedroom to reach mine as fast as I possibly can at this late hour, her amusement echoing from behind me as I hurry to grab my softest clothes.

No matter what she chooses for tonight, I will be fully satisfied. I settle with that thought as I head to the bathroom, a happy bounce in my steps.

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