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fariesoiree · 29 days

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caution! mdni 5k wrdz, general fluff and normal relationship stuff, brief smut at the bottom, fingering, hobie x oc

miffy's note! this is a commission that i worked really hard on. it is for one person and one person only so enjoy it or don't! as long as she's happy I'm happy! @peachdem

it’s late, or is it early? it’s hard to tell as the birds begin to chirp and the moon begins to dip in the horizon. unbeknownst to eden, the sun begins to take it’s place. the skyline, however, is strategically blocked by the curtains that bend and flow with the wind from the ceiling fan.

eden likes to tell herself that it’s fine. it’s normal, really. tons of people stay up all night with their nose deep in a textbook and typing for hours at their computer. she doesn’t really have much of a choice, considering the amount of assignments due within the next few days and for some, hours. this has always been her life. in between the missions saving citizens on other earths and returning confused villains back to their dimension, eden is just a student.

just a girl with a deadline and a degree to get her hands on.

the digital clock stationed on the cream colored desktop to her right reads 5:44 in gleaming blue numbers. it’s definitely not the most ideal time to be taking on those missing assignments but eden doesn’t conform to such silly concepts as time. who’s going to tell her when she could and couldn’t be awake? and to make her point, eden took the liberty of taking a long afternoon nap and not because she had fallen behind sleep as well, using the satisfaction of completing a job to compensate for her other needs.

eden licks her slightly gnawed lips. she’ll nibble on them, just for a moment, before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. the feeling of her skin folding keeps her grounded, gives her mind something miniscule to focus on in the background. she releases a breath and continues to scribble jumbled notes on the screen of her ipad, ignoring the chill that’s beginning to spread across her skin.

spring time brings sunny weather, warm during the day but cool during the night. cool enough to make the comforter a perfect shield from the chill. especially when eden’s typical pjs this time of year is a loose oversized shirt and a pair of panties. it’s snuggly wrapped around her shoulders, just until she gets too hot and brushes it to the back of the chair.

she brushes a loose strand of hair out her face. it hangs from the bohemian twists, adorned in shiny, gold hair jewelry. the scrunchy she haphazardly used to tie them back was beginning to slip and succumb to the weight of gravity.

never again will eden put off assignments last minute to go on a mission she wasn’t even originally assigned to. all to hang out with her friends. the death of a girl, really.

the sudden draft from the window comes as a surprise, albeit a welcomed one. it followed a couple raps on the glass before a lengthy frame welcomed its way into her space. “e, what’cha doin’? just wake up?”

the accent is thick and familiar. british and very obviously hobie. the only one who would slip into eden’s room through the fire escape just as dawn is beginning to crack. he’s also the only one who would walk up to her and peer over her head, tongue clicking at the sight of the two toned website, full of paragraphs of paragraphs of information he couldn’t give a shit about.

“you woke up to do this? y’know, i get you value your education but this is a bit much, innit’? this early in the mornin’?” hobie, while removing parts of his spiderman suit, plops down on the tan sheets of his girl’s bed.

“i haven’t slept yet, hobie. literally mind your business.” it doesn’t come out quite as lighthearted as she meant it, but deep down eden is serious. she’s unnerved and short tempered, having been staring right at the blue light filter of her electronics for hours.

the only breaks she’s been taking would be to stretch her arms over her head for a delicious pop or a few minutes to tinkle. the barely functioning part of her brain wasn’t in the mood to hear hobie’s opinion in her choice to spend her night.

“what do you mean you haven’t slept yet? at all? tonight?” the clatter of hobie’s boots vibrate through the floor when he drops them with little care for where they land. he’s more focused on the insanity of eden’s statement. “what are you pullin’ an all nighter for?”

eden’s eyes fall closed. she wasn’t mad at him, merely irritated with the situation she finds herself in. it’s completely her fault and that’s the worst part. it takes every ounce of her being not to direct her emotions to the wrong place, hence why eden has to swallow a breath before casting a glance over her shoulder. “because i have to play catch up. i didn’t do any of the essay work last week and i missed yesterday. i was supposed to meet up with my group to work on that presentation. remember? i told you about it that day we went to your earth.”

hobie pauses his ministrations. he’s shirtless now, resting back on his hands and tilting his head. the hair on his head bends with him, only weighing him down further to his left. “okay? what does that have to do with you not sleepin’? did you sleep earlier or what? have you eaten anythin’? you’re not tellin’ me enough.”

eden musters up the patience to consider her words, closing her eyes and taking in a breath. it feels her lungs to the very brim before she lets it go. her chest falls, following the release and she turns around to look of her shoulder at him.

“because i’m busy. i just told you i’m trying to catch up. i slept earlier and i’ve been snacking on granola and nuts and stuff. all the study girls say it’s great brain food.” she waves him off to turn back to her work.

“when i say this i'm not callin’ you stupid because y’know i’d never say such a thing about you, but that sounds so stupid. it sounds like a scam to keep people from takin’ care of themselves and you fell for it.” the shuffling of fabrics is a sign hobie has picked up removing the lycra red suit.

he stands and pads his way over to the dresser, fingers ghosting over the many leafy green plants operating as decor. even they had a perk that eden currently lacked, glowing with health. “how far are you with that, anyway? think you can spare a few minutes?”

“a few minutes for what?” her brown eyes cut towards him in a side glance. eden can’t hide her curiosity under an exterior of focusness. his suggestion must entail for silliness. it’s hobie of all people. she’s thrown off at the sight of him half naked and pulling a white shirt over his head.

he finishes his outfit with dark wash cargo pants and leans against the dresser’s surface, ruffling his hair in the mirror. “for me, obviously. you need a break, love. you’re gonna run yourself thin. how long have you been at this?”

hobie discards his place to take a position closer to eden. his hands rest on her shoulders, massaging the muscles tenderly. “i found this place on the way over that i think you’d love. we can watch the sunset, get some real food in you, and relax. you can come right back to modern day slavery, later.”

“modern day slavery is insane,” says eden as she looks over her shoulder with a soft smile. the twists cascading down her back bunch and jumble over her collar. “craziest thing i’ve heard you say, today.” eden welcomes hobie’s presence by taking his hand and pressing her lips into his palm.

“gotta start sayin’ somethin’ more wild, then. that wasn’t that bad.” his demeanor softs. the usual sharp angles in his face have become rounded in a grin, white teeth gleaming at her affection. “you comin’ or not?”

she just sighs in faux annoyance and slides out of her chair. “oh my gosh, okay. i try to be nice to you and you rush me.” eden huffs her way over to put on some real clothes. she makes a big show of it, flinging tops around and purposefully hitting hobie with a few until she becomes settled on what she deems good enough.

her mild tantrum doesn’t go unnoticed. instead, hobie ignores it, head tilted in adoration. he’s completely and utterly infatuated, admiring how the silhouette of her frame bends when she tugs the brown jeans over her hips.

“we’re goin’ to go sit in dirt, you know that right?” hobie chuckles as he watches her get dressed. his gaze falls to her bed and eyes the stuffed animals almost neatly lined up along her pillow. some of them have toppled over, victims to hobie sitting on her bed and moving about carelessly. “that one’s new.” his head nods towards a cow, black grin sewn into a little line both welcoming and slightly creepy. “what’s their name?”

eden has to follow his eyes to her bed, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. the new addition to her plush friends has been around for so long, she’s forgotten hobie hasn’t properly been introduced. “matcha.” she turns away momentarily to pull a shirt of the hanger. “like the tea. the color reminded me of it.”

hobie eyes the frog for a second longer. the more seconds that tick by, the longer matcha’s black beady eyes taunt hobie and he snorts. “yeah? it’s cute.” and a little bit scary.

“just like you,” eden seals her compliment with an obnoxious wink and a kiss, all from across the room in the comfort of her closet. it draws a rich chuckle from his throat and her heart flutters at the sound. “anyway, tell me about the spot you found.”

hobie claims her previous seat at the desk, a low hum vibrating through his chest. he rests one of his arms on the armrest to hold his head up, legs open in a manspread. “what’d you want me to say? i was swingin’ and saw somethin’ i think you’d like. it’s secluded and quiet. won’t have to worry about someone interrupting.”

his eyes glaze over, shining with affection. hobie can’t help but look at her as if she’s crafted the world herself. to him, she did.

hobie’s been a street kid for as long as he can remember. his success in getting off the streets and moving into a houseboat can solely be credited to the small success of his band and his method in saving money, stealing whatever he could get his hands on. he was lucky enough to meet eden and become a part of her family and in turn, she became a part of his.

it’s not like eden is particularly oblivious, either. she just does her best to ignore his looks by busying herself with other tasks. this time, eden is quelling the storm of butterflies in her stomach by pulling a cardigan over her shoulders. “oh, so you’re so in love with me, you were thinking about me on your way over here.”

“e . . ., just forget i said anythin’, at this point. i can never be nice to you.” hobie rolls his eyes. it’s accompanied with a tch!, the sound of his tongue clicking against his teeth. he’s dramatic enough to cross his arms over his chest and turn his face away from hers with a petty scowl.

eden can only giggle, a soft palm coming up to his cheek when she stops walking in front of him. “thank you, honey. i really appreciate you looking out for me. don’t know what i’d do without you.”

hobie can pretend to be annoyed all he wants but when she’s up close and personal like this, he can’t help but break out in a grin. “put your mask on, lover. it’ll be easier to swing there.” he pulls away from her hold to tug his wide eyed mask over his face. hammer-space is particularly useful in swallowing the expanse of his hair.

it’s all packaged neatly and flat against his skull, protecting his identity from the public. hobie lingers by the fire escape, leaned against the wall and scrolling through his phone. there was no service here, it not being his earth, but he wouldn’t be hobie if he wasn’t fiddling with something. “gonna miss the sunrise if you don’t hurry up, e.”

eden side eyes him and his dwindling patience. if she felt spitful enough, she’d take even more time. instead, she copies his manner and take his place at his side. “okay, okay. come on.” she tucks the house keys securely into her back pocket. they’re snug in place here with little chance of them slipping out.

upon exiting the window and standing on the fire escape stairs, eden can feel the wind almost immediately. spring mornings are chilly and the occasional breeze doesn’t make it any better. she’s grateful to have the cardigan keeping some warmth against her body. at least, until she’s swinging through midair. it’s enough to bring goosebumps to her skin but she doesn’t care, not when she’s swinging through the city side by side with the love of her life.

eden feels exhilarated, drunk off the excitement running ice cold through her veins. the thrill of watching new york blur by, the city lights become streaks in the background. the wind ripples through her cardigan in waves, tugging it in all directions from her body as smoothly as an angry ocean centered in a just as viscous storm.

paralleled from eden and her long ropes of twists whipping around her, hobie moves with just as much delight. his bug-eyes are especially round and pleased. of course, there’s no obvious tell but eden knows. besides, the tinkling of his laughter can’t be masked by rushing air.

“isn’t this so much better than bein’ holed up in your room?” he yells over the wind, almost almost distracting eden enough from spotting him snatching up baked goods from a poor unsuspecting employee just trying to transport them from the truck to the store.

there’s only so much eden can do to show her silent disapproval. her method for this particular situation is a disgruntled and dramatic sigh. a part of her can’t help but pity the person just trying her job. another part of her feels nothing when in the end, the damage will be so miniscule that new york’s big corp won’t even notice. besides, she can’t be too upset about it or hobie will refuse to bring her sweet little treats when he comes to visit her.

“you couldn’t do it, lovely. you’re spider sage after all, a pinnacle of good society. what would they do without you?” hobie tugs the box in tow. it’s no trouble at all, light as a feather and matching the teasing tone of his voice.

it’s something he’s grown accustomed to bugging her about. truthfully, there’s always been this underlying goodness eden had that hobie lacked. sure, she’d let him do whatever he wanted but she’s good, morally better than him. that’s what the propaganda is pushing, at least

eden brushes past his comments and him, uninterested in starting the banter. there wouldn’t be a moment when he’d get over it. as much as hobie liked to claim it’s a hill he isn’t willing to die on, she feels differently. “shut up and show me that place before i go home and lock you out.”

“you wound me, ed.”

“hobart!” she breaks her neck to shoot him in a glare. the white silhouettes of her eyes narrowed and focused solely on him. “i’ll beat your ass into the ground. say it again.”

“you tempt me but i will not,” hobie disappears into the the busy trees of central park without a second thought.

it’s fairly empty during this hour, despite the busy hustle of the city in other areas. the only people that pass by are the occasional morning joggers, adorned in athletic attire and bluetooth headsets. they’re far and few between though, giving eden the illusion that she and hobie are alone. it definitely seems that way when they land in the soft grass, still damp from morning dew and surrounded by the calls of birds hidden in the trees.

“sun’s gonna rise soon, dove. you wanna sit in a tree or what?” hobie pulls the mask off his head in one smooth tug. the expanse of his wicks jump out of hammerspace with vigor, bouncing in the air. he stuffs the mask in his pocket and offers eden one of the plastic wrapped pastries he may or may not have stolen.

eden scrunches her face at the thought of sitting where the bugs and birds reside. as romantic as the thought may be, it wasn’t very practical nor clean. “the grass . . . why would i want to sit in a tree? does that seem like something i’d like?”

“i don’t believe in predictability.” he says as if it’s a passing comment and takes a seat on the grass. hobie doesn’t mind the dampness of it at all, having been used to living in more uncomfortable conditions for parts of his life. he wipes his hands across the fabric of his cargos and pats the space in his lap, just for eden.

if she wasn’t in love and willing to look past his annoyingness, eden would have sucked it up and sat on the marsh. instead, she squints and rolls her eyes before complying. “you are so irritating. can you act like a normal person or does your brain just not work?”

“define normal? what even qualifies as a normal person? you’re just forcin’ conformity on me.” his arms goes to wrap around her waist, massaging the warm skin by sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt. “besides, i don’t believe in conformity, either.”

she sucks her bottom lip beneath the slightly jagged edges of her teeth. it takes more control than she’s comfortable with to will her patience to remain despite hobie’s quips and smart remarks. “okay, hobart. whatever you say.” eden runs her fingers through the grass, enjoying the dampness of it all. the blades, still stuck in a brown turning green color with the spring season approaching, remind her of hobie’s eyes. although, it’s far easier to look at without the butterflies and warm feeling spreading across her skin.

the birds chirp and chatter in the trees. they’re active and singing to announce the rising sun on the horizon, turning the sky into various shades of pink and orange. it smells like morning, both humid and sweet. the air is fresh and crisp enough to swing eden’s lungs and would send a chill down her spine if hobie wasn’t here with her.

though his frame is small, hobie always warm and always fidgeting. now, his fingers are dancing across her skin. he drags the tips up and down her sides in random lines with no seeming sense of direction, just enjoying her presence, nose deep in the crook of her neck and forgetting everything else in the world. “i missed you so much. had to fix my watch just to come see you. you know how many parts i had to steal for that?”

“janky ass watch. you should have just used the one given to you, hobes. it’s so much easier. literally, just put in my earth and come to my room.” eden scoffs. the whole situation is funny to her no matter how many times hobie brings it up. he’s too stubborn to use anything the spider-society gave him. sometimes he’s so open minded, he becomes narrow minded and it’s eden’s job to remind him to give the world a chance.

she fails every time.

“i don’t want them to know where i am or what i’m doing. that’s an invasion of my privacy and one of the first steps in losin’ what little freedom i have. first, they give me the watch and tell me what missions i have to go on. then, they’re going to start watching’ where i’m going at all times to make sure i’m actually doin’ what they told me to. miguel is goin’ to start talking about how i can’t go across dimensions without a mission because i risk causing an anomaly. he already pisses me off. he’s like the poster child for a fascist. i mean, look how he’s on miles. poor guy can’t do anythin’ without miguel breathin’ down his neck.”

“that must be so hard for you. so difficult to not listen to the man whose whole job is telling you what to do so entire worlds don’t fall apart.” eden plucks a blade of grass from the dirt, only to let it go and watch it float back onto the ground below her. she giggles when hobie tickles her sides.

“don’t get smart. when we all eventually resort to anarchy, you’re going to wish you listened to me.” his lips move over her skin. they’re smooth and plump, moisturized with pomegranate burt’s bees chapstick, stolen from his local gas station.

the two fall into a peaceful silence, enjoying the other’s company. it’s soothing to have their other half there in the natural privacy of central park and moving much slower than the normal hustle and bustle of the city.

a butterfly flutters by. it’s wings are orange with a brown underside. it occasionally rests on a dandelion in the field before letting the wind pick it up and carry it away.

the wind whispers relaxing words in eden’s ears. she leans against hobie, tilting her head back until her head is resting on his shoulder. for a moment, everything around her ceases to exist. the only thing that draws her back is the fleeting feeling of hobie’s fingers dipping lower and lower until they surpass the waistband of her pants.

“hobie,” eden mumbles. it’s more of a curious hum than a warning, paired with a slight increase in her heart race. she wets her lips when he doesn’t stop venturing downward and offers no response in return. “hobie,” she says again, louder than the first time and lifting her head with it. by now, he’s reached the elastic of her panties.

“relax, eden. don’t make a big deal out of it.” hobie doesn’t hesitate to make room for the expanse of his rather large hand by pulling it out to unbutton and pull down the zipper of her pants. just as quick as he’s done that, he returns his hand to his previous place and teasingly runs along her folds.

“we’re in public. what if someone sees?” eden’s chest rises in an anticipatory breath. she circles her hand around his wrist but makes no move to stop him. just that quickly is hobie able to cloud her mind and throw any sense she has out the window. eden is supposed to be the levelheaded one and usually she is. any other time, when hobie’s fingers aren’t borderline brushing against her clit, she is.

“spider senses. i can just pull my hand back. you think too much.” so badly does hobie want to make a teasing comment about how easily she turns into putty in his hands. it doesn’t take very long to gather enough slick that he can practically hear it.

it’s almost like he has complete control over her body. every muscle almost liquidates and there’s no resistance, as if there ever was. “yeah well,” eden lets out a soft whisper of a moan, “you don’t think enough.”

“mhm, and what else?” even though he can’t see her face, hobie has been down this road enough times to envision it behind the dark canvas of his closed eyes. arguably, it’s better to him this way, being able to hear what effect he has on her and know that he is pleasing her, even when he can’t exactly witness it.

hobie just knows and that speaks for itself.

he pushes a finger past the tightness of her entrance deep enough to elicit the softest whimper from her sweet lips. in hobie’s head, eden deserves this. she deserves the opportunity to unwind and make irrational decisions, crowded by lust and general immaturity. he thinks she’s too serious sometimes, too good of a person, too law abiding. who is the government to tell him when he can and can’t make the love of his life feel good?

“and –” eden is cut off by a gasp. she grabs at his hand wrapped securely around her waist, digging her nails into his skin. “you’re . . . annoying.” she gives in and closes her eyes, succumbing to the mind numbing pleasure that courses through her veins.

hobie is intoxicating in the way he handles her. the palm of his hand catches and rolls against her clit with each stroke of his fingers inside her walls. he kisses along her neckline until his lips find the pulse of her heartbeat along her jugular. hobie chuckles lightly against her skin. he can feel each drum under them, the rhythm just a rapid as he imagined.

“you’re so wet. what happened to being worried about everyone else?” hobie has to tighten hs grip in response to her losing the ability to sit still, writhing around in his lap. he anchors her in place despite her whines and attempts to twist her body around.

eden can’t tell if she’s doing anything to contribute but her mind is so cloudy, she can’t seem to care. instead, she’s pleasing what instincts she has to absolutely lose her mind. her will to resist has been chipped away before it could even develop, before eden could talk herself into some sense of sanity. for now, she will simply be a loose-limbed participant and later, she’ll be accusing hobie of seducing her out of her pants.

eden can only whimper under the safety of the birds tweeting around her. she is handing the situation over to her boyfriend and she knows it. most of all, she loves it. she loves that he can relax her so easily and distract her from the building stress that bubbled just under the surface all week. “hobie, please.”

“please what?” hobie stares at the side of her face with a sudden seriousness. eden, with the only thing she can see is the blankless behind her eyelids, is blissfully unaware. she can’t see the way he drinks in her expressions with darkened eyes in hopes that the image will be imprinted in his mind for years to come. his question has no degrading intentions, rather promoting his smart girl to continue to speak her mind.

yet, eden can only offer to add pants to the conversation. she strains her neck towards his face and grip his chin between the thumb and the rest of her fingers. she pulls him in to a kiss, sloppily. their tongues dance with each other and drool begins to slightly pools in the corners of their mouths.

it’s hobie who’s mind becomes foggy when eden moans into his mouth. he thinks she tastes . . . spiced. like a subtle hint of the chai she’s always drinking during the late night studies. he can feel his dick jumping in his pants, begging for freedom or some sensation of touch but hobie refuses. not now, at least.

instead, he pulls his head away and silences the other voices in his head screaming to indulge in the space between her thighs. “please what, treacle?” he repeats with a certain softness in his voice, close enough to justify a whisper. his eyes dart between her lips and her eyes, even at the obvious bulge in her pants where his hand is.

she takes a sharp breath, brown eyes rounding in gentleness, as if she was pleading with him to meet some sort of compromise. however, there’s only one thing that eden wants. “don’t tease.” she kisses hobie again with the same fervent passion as before, tangling her hand within the stray strands of hairs surrounding his wicks. she catches hobie off guard by tugging on his bottom lip through her teeth.

“i’m not teasing, e. you’re just being shy.” hobie mumbles into her mouth. still, he allows her to get away with it and drives his fingers into her with an increasing pace. he knows he’s found her g-spot when eden is no longer able to kiss him with the amount of expertise she was before. all of her concentration goes into keeping her moans to a minimum. the coil in his stomach wraps tighter around itself until eden is tense, grinding back down onto hobie’s fingers. the crease of her thighs are wet with her arousal but she doesn’t care. not when she’s right on the brink of ––

“why did you stop?” eden’s eyes fly open when the sudden emptiness settles in from hobie pulling his fingers away. they glisten with a sheen but he continues to button and readjust her clothes back into their original position.

just in time for a jogger to come running by, sparing the two a glance on their way.

hobie watches eden come to the realization, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. “spider senses are so cool, right? if only you actually used yours. come on, i’ll get you home and you can decide whether or not your whatever the fuck you were doin’ is more important.”

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nadiawritessomething · 4 months

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Punkprowler Christmas FIC

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: slight mentioning of killing, Miles G being a little dummy, translated from Ukrainian

"You know, I would kill for you if I had to." Hobie says calmly, his fingers meditatively held guitar strings, and the tone of the voice seems too simple. As If he is talking about a trip to the store or morning coffee.

The room was rather cold at this time of year, and the sounds from the street somehow made their way through the closed window, but that didn't stop Miles from hearing them. He is distracted from brewing his tea and, after waiting for about two seconds, turns around in surprise.

“What?” he throws in Hobie`s direction without any specific goal. Just to make sure he heard it right. The stretched deer sweater is stinging his skin a bit, but it's definitely not his main concern at the moment.

In response, Hobie just flashes a slight smile on his face as he continues to fiddle with the instrument's settings.

“I said what I said,” he replies, his voice a subtle mockery, his fingertips gliding over the surface of the strings as his other hand gently scrolls through the strange details on the other side of the guitar.

Miles places the cup on the nightstand by the bed, and it makes a characteristic thump, filling the room with a new sound. He approaches Hobie with slow steps, not really understanding what just happened.

Miles puts the cup on the dresser next to the bed, and it makes a distinctive dull thud, filling the room with a new sound. He walks over to Hobie with slow steps, not really understanding what exactly has just happened.

Nothing that would surprise Hobie in the least, given the context: he's still sitting on the floor with his guitar in his hands, which gives Miles the opportunity to look down at him for the first time in a very long time.

"Haven't you killed before?" he asks, almost in a whisper, as if there were anyone else in the room right now " "You know, the prime minister."

A series of loud, metallic notes interrupts him. The guitar seemed to wheeze a little, and the notes were coming out a little heavily, if Miles could be sure of such nuances due to his imperfect musical hearing.

"Yeah," Hobie says easily, raising his head only after adjusting the rollers again. The blank smile didn't seem to be planning to leave his goofy face "Usin' sneaker laces, bruv."

Miles remembered some of these stories: Hobie's world was not the best home possible, horribly polluted and corrupted by people with enough money. Sometimes he couldn't help but notice the similarities when he looked out on the streets of his own city. In fact, Miles wondered when he had last seen the sun, it seemed to be so bright and far away.

“How many were there in total?" he tilts his head thoughtfully, trying not to think about it too much.

Hobie gives a phantom snort, not letting up his surprisingly amused tone. Miles will never cease to be amazed at his ability to recount the most amazing events of his life in the most mundane tone possible.

"Three," he clarifies, one hand now hovering somewhere in the air, "There were some other bad guys," he taps the wood of his instrument almost gently with his other hand, "I beat one in the head with this very thingy.”

Miles' brow furrows slightly as he processes the bits of familiar information. It wasn't that he didn't like it, not at all - Gobi was absolutely incredible even when he was sitting on the cold floor of his own room, randomly picking strings.

It wasn't the language, but rather the Prowler as a concept: Miles was drowning in a complete lack of understanding of what he would have to be in these realities. He was far from a typical hero: the Prowler stole, broke in, ran from the police, and blew up strategically important buildings. So he had no idea what he would do if the people he cared about were in danger.

After all, Miles' uncle was once a hired killer.

Hobie notices his reaction even too quickly - much faster than he himself had expected - and claps his free hand on the place next to him, thus inviting him to sit down.

Miles didn't need to be asked twice. Not when it was Hobie. Before he realizes it, Miles finds himself on the floor with his legs crossed and his posture slightly hunched over - the long-standing back pain has been making itself felt from time to time. The sweater still stings, but his mom basically made him wear it, and he couldn't resist.

"Sorry," Hobie apologizes, and the smile slips off his face almost imperceptibly, "If touched something unpleasant."

His guitar is still out of tune in his lap, but his hands and face are now fully turned to Miles. For a second, it looks like Hobie is about to reach out and take Miles' hands in his own, but he abandons the idea at the last second, curling his fingers into a fist.

Miles turns to look at him, the snow outside the window falling on the street attics, covering the blackness of the burnt window frames.

"No, it's all right," he says quietly, but at the same time worriedly, "I just wanted to ask..." silence hangs between them for a moment, and the words barely make it through his throat, "Why did you do that?"

Hobie puts his hand to his jaw and looks up, lost in thought for a miserably short moment. Miles was suddenly incredibly interested in his own shoelaces —-they didn't look like a murder weapon so much as a flimsy, perpetually untied something.

Heck, he was absolutely terrible at the dialogues.

Hobie gives out the answer much sooner than Miles predicted, sounding like a man who's just been spinning the obvious answer on the tip of his tongue for a long time.

"To protect those I had." his eyes are fixed on Miles again with a strange warmth and understanding, and he notices that one pupil is several shades brighter than the other. The voice sounds soft, but by no means pitiful "and cleanse the city of capitalist scum. You know I'm no hero."

Miles nods slowly, and the room suddenly stops being so piercingly icy. None of the people in this room were heroes, certainly not in the general sense of the word.

"Here." Hobie nods encouragingly at this small gesture, and his hand is too close again. Miles would say he's all over it too "Just breathe out."

Miles tries, just for the sake of the experiment, but the breath gets stuck in his lungs along with the quick relief. There was only one last question that was nagging at his throat.

From the category of those that he didn't really want to ask, but for some reason it was too important to ignore.

He squirms on the hard surface of the wooden floor, as he juggles the wording in his head. Hobie's hand eventually meets his own, gently covering the back of his hand. Miles chooses not to move or think about the way his face is burning, instead focusing on the last topic at hand.

"I'm not your family," he begins, hundreds and thousands of hours of practicing in keeping his voice steady under any circumstances paying off. "I'm not even sure I'm your friend." He sees how Hobie's eyebrows rise, either in surprise or in an effort to listen carefully. "And I'm definitely not on your list of people you have to protect. I don't get it."

This time there is no silence at all. Miles was expecting anything-anger, resentment, disgust, shock, even a simple attempt at a discussion-but definitely not laughter. The smile returns to Hobie's face with the speed of light, and his chuckle sounds loud and convincing, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. As if he was encouraging Miles to laugh at it with him.

No anger. No mockery.

Just pure confusion, which gradually turned into laughter.

"Told you anythin’ ,” Hobie suddenly says to Miles again, his hand gently squeezing Miles' palm, "but not that.”

Miles's surprise disappears as if with a snap of his fingers. The feeling that a mountain has finally been lifted from his shoulders comes unexpectedly, but allows him to breathe.

Perhaps Miles did not know how to read Hobie between the lines. Perhaps he could not understand what he meant.

But his own words suddenly became so empty and insignificant that Miles didn't care. Hobie was probably just an incredibly cool anarchist magician.

After giving him one more look that for some reason meant so much that he couldn't find the right words, Hobie got to his feet. His hand is still on Miles', helping him to get up after him, and for a long second they are just a millimeter apart - and then Hobie lets go.

"Don't worry, man," he says, his voice again tinged with the seriousness of the past as he walks over to his cup of tea, "I don't believe in throwing words like that around.»

And something in that tone tells Miles that he's not lying.

Miles has probably only a few words left before the water starts boiling again, and a few minutes before the clock strikes twelve and his mother returns from work.

He decides to make the best of it.

“I’d kill for you too.” he reaches towards Hobie without expecting an answer from him. “As a last resort.”

#across the spiderverse #atsv #miles 42 #prowler miles #miles morales #miles g morales #spiderverse #earth 42 miles #punkprowler #prowlerpunk #hobie brown #spider punk #this idea came to me because of cringe TikTok video #When they were saying they will kill for some random Y/N #And ppl in the comments were joking they were talking abt each other #And I was like #HELL YES #but let’s make them not toxic #NOTHING about them is toxic

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 10 months

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This is @/spidey-bie btw

Totally not me projecting. But imagine the spider person is like top agent. Most reliable spider person in the entire Spiderman HQ. Everybody loves them and if they're on your team you know you're gonna come out on top.

But the minute the words Hobie or Brown are mentioned in their general vicinity it's over for everyone. Now they can barely even walk straight. And don't even think about asking them to strategize a plan at that point.

Miguel had to ban all use of the word Brown. An alarm goes off whenever a Hobie is on site so that way the other spider people can escort them out of the room discreetly. This almost never works tho because it seems like their spidey senses seem to go into overdrive. The last time they were in the same room together so much happened that words cannot describe the amount of chaos that their interaction caused.

After a while they get used to him but they're probably vice president of the Hobie fanclub. (Second to the lovely Ms. Disco.)

(I may or may not be adding these traits to my Spidersona as we speak um.....)

YES OMG THIS EXACTLY THIS YOU GET IT SO MUCH

Getting put on a mission and Miguel is like 'any questions' and someone raises their hand and Miguels like 'NO. Hobie cannot be put on the mission. Stop asking.'

Jess having to be the fanclub's personal rangler because our sonas try to bribe Lyla and Margo to get put on missions with him or get the intel of where he is

Disco works a more boring job at HQ like Margo - delivery woman on skates - and is always trying to get them into situations where they can run into him and flirt with him kjdghfdkg or steal parts for him

Hobie like a true anarchist would of course see it as an opportunity for chaos and use the Hobie Brown FanClub as such, trying to seek them out just to see what happens

and it works EVERY time - which Gwen and Pavi find hilarious, so he ropes them into it too.

he could say the wildest vaguest anarchist things and our sonas would still be like 'omg so true, facts'

Yours would be out on special op missions or mines going through important files and he'll still find a way to pop up and be like 'right whats all this then' just to catch them off guard

I SWEAR I'm GONNA DRAW A COMIC ABOUT THIS OR SOMETHING I LOVE IT SO MUCH

#THIS IS SO SPOT ON THANK YOU #Discospider #disco spider #spidersonas #spidey-bie #ocs #Hobie Brown Fanclub #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spider punk

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mixtapedoh · 9 months

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BTS FOR THE KPOP GROUP

FUCK I ANSWERED THIS COMPLETELY AND REALLY FUNNY AND HEARTFELT AND THEN IT DELETED ON ME 😩🔫 i'm going to see if i can get it back,,,,,,,,,,,, maybe god knew i was getting too into the mushy feelings and reminded me i am first and foremost an antiromantic

[ if i stan ]

favorite member / bias line

namjoon and hobi are my biases and as for bias wreckers my official choice is jin (!!!!!! no one bias wrecks like jin bias wrecks) but also i'm happy to say i share yoongi with the girlies like one would share a braincell <3 custody wise, i get to call him my bias on the first wednesday of every month and the last saturday and sunday <3

which member I’d fight (& why)

my main pick would have to be jimin. out of all the challengers i have chosen thus far jimin is the most scrappy, the most petty, the most likely to hold no bars, and the idol with the most Unhinged Ferality™ to give me true, seasoned battle experience. he would be the least likely to forgive me for whatever transpired between us in the fight, but that simply makes him a more worthy challenger. my only upper hand in such a battle would be that, upon upsetting jimin, he would tap into all the anger he could possible feel — currently, retroactively, and preemptively — and such fuel is so overwhelming that i would be able to set someone marginally annoying in his path and hope that he thoroughly exhausts all that energy on them, before ever reaching me. while this might seem like too convoluted a choice to be advisable, consider that i would be able to indirectly take out my own anger with whatever soul i bring into our crossfire, and that fighting jimin would offer a strategic challenge that i haven't seen the likes of, thus far. furthermore, i think jimin deserves to sucker punch someone and i want to be there to witness it.

however, if we are to stick to verbal battles and jimin is otherwise occupied, i would have to choose jin as a close second. he would absolutely annihilate me, but i just might get pity friendship from perhaps one (1) of the other members who saw this go down (given that i am careful with how i choose to instigate this fight), and also i would be effectively humbled for the rest of this life and the next 12, which is perhaps something i deserve, after choosing fights based on the chaos of it all.

favorite song(s)

bestie, beloved, bastard, we are going to be here all day,,,, i'll do my best to make this at least moderately non-exhaustive (i'm also including solo music): blue & grey; spring day; FAKE LOVE; rain; ON; run; jump; danger; life goes on; dimple; blood, sweat, & tears; pied piper; i'm fine; save me; airplane pt.2; boy in luv; euphoria; film out; trivia: seesaw; filter; tokyo; uhgood; lonely; change pt.2; people; AMYGDALA; the last; arson; MORE don't wake me up and super tuna, too, asdfghj

favorite thing about the group

another moment for me to tell you "we are going to be here all day," i can (and did) wax poetic about BTS because there is just so much of them — to love, to be in awe of, to respect — too much to wrap your arms around and just sit with the knowledge of. not to give in too much to the delulu, but BTS is just so comforting. there is always something to connect to and be swept up by. their music is so expansive, with so many genres and so many themes, and there's a song for everything. no matter where i am at, there's a BTS song for that! and beyond that, the members are all so genuine in their love of music and so ridiculously talented and dedicated to their craft, and they are so humble in their fame and influence and just seek to spread such respect and light, and i'm overwhelmed by them. i've said this to you before, lindsay, but i'll say it again, BTS is so awe-inspiring and all-encompassing that they are more than just an ult group — they are an end in and of themselves.

something i’d like to see from them

RELEASE DDAENG ON SPOTIFY, COWARDS. i need to stream that. also, mr. kim taehyung, sir,,,,,,,, travel with me??? as part of layover??????? make it a secret song for if you buy the album or however those things work. consider what it would do to the girlies if they had their hands on travel with me.

send me a kpop group and i'll answer!!!

#asks #ask game #mutuals #☀ bts #ALL I'M SAYING IS THAT *TRAVEL WITH ME* THEMATICALLY FITS A RELEASE NAMED *LAYOVER*#LIKE C'MON SIR #anyway #none of that saved i just had to rewrite it #i was sooooo much funnier about the fight question the first time around #i did my best to recreate it; however

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baepsaetay · 2 years

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The Most Beautiful Moment in Life

Author Note: This short Drabble is thanks to another dream I had recently. It's been plaguing me, as my dreams tend to do, so I wanted to write it down. It's not a fun story, it's not happy, and definitely fell into the nightmare category of dreams. Fair warning.

Warnings: Abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse (suggested)

Words: 842

You’re breathing. In. Out. In. Out. It’s all you can focus on. No, that’s a lie. There’s plenty other things going on that you could focus on, but you don’t. Because to focus on the other things would mean that you would be destroyed. So you focus on the breaths you pull in deep and let go slow.

You’re shaking. Your heart is pounding. And the first coherent thought in several minutes breaches your carefully constructed walls. ”I think I’m going to die.”

Your eyes open at the thought, you’ve managed to startle yourself with it. And you immediately wish you hadn’t opened your eyes at all because when you do you see him standing across the room from you, the crystal vase full of sunflowers has left its home on the table, and is now leaving his hand on its journey toward your head.

You duck, hearing the vase shatter on the wall behind you. The flowers don’t fall gracefully. It’s not the pretty picture that movies tend to make this moment into. Rather, the bright, happy flowers, fall to the floor hard some of them bouncing before coming to a sad rest among broken shards of crystal and miniature puddles of water.

Is that how it will be for you? Will you end up broken and shattered on the floor?

You wish you had kept your phone with you tonight. If you’d had it in your hand instead of leaving it in your purse then you could have called someone. Or at least threatened to call someone so that you could get out of this moment.

You think back to 10 months ago. Your wedding photo on the wall behind him still capturing that day. The day when you promised each other that you would make your marriage into the most beautiful moment in life.

How wrong you were. You wish you could go back in time and save yourself from this.

He leaves his spot at the other side of the room. He’s run out of things to throw, but he hasn’t run out of drunken anger. So he comes closer, and you wonder if it’s finally over, as he wraps his hands around your throat.

The same hands that you used to hold in awe of how much you loved him, the hands that were now responsible for the bruises on your body. The bruises that he had placed so strategically so as to not be caught. That’s why you figure it’s over now, finally, he is putting bruises on you that you won’t be able to hide.

Tears escape, not out of fear though. It’s relief, that brings the few tears you shed. He’s still screaming at you, now mocking you for the tears. But for just a second you think that you've finally won, you've beat him because he won't be able to hurt you anymore.

You start to see black when the door bangs open behind him, and you pass out before you can wrap your mind around the people who have just entered into your apartment.

You come around again in time to hear your husband being dragged away. Coughing as the first responders check your vitals, eyes continuing to water, and then really crying as Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hobi come running toward you.

You try to warn them about the shattered vase as they crash onto their knees next to you, but you don’t have much of a voice left. Namjoon is too afraid to touch you, seeing bruises, cuts, and bloodshot eyes, his own tears being barely held back.

Hobi puts a hand to your head, not even attempting to hold back his tears as he looks at you, apologizing.

But it’s when Yoongi gingerly holds your hand, gently pulling off your wedding ring, that you realize truly that the nightmare is over. He throws the ring onto the end-table near you before he turns back to you with a question that you’re not sure has an answer.

“Why didn’t you tell us how bad it was?”

You open your mouth to attempt to speak when he shakes his head. “Don’t. You shouldn’t have had to tell us. I’m sorry. I’m sorry we didn’t realize what was happening.”

The tears begin anew, your eyes and throat burning even worse for a moment.

“What —“ Namjoon has to pause to clear his throat, giving his head a shake before he can continue. “Whatever you need. For any length of time you need. We’ll take care of it, of you.”

The tears continue to burn, and you look each of them in the eye before looking toward the door.

Hobi knows what you’re looking for, what you’re wondering, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

“The others are making sure that scum-bucket knows he’s never coming near you again. But we, obviously, all agree with Namjoon’s promise. We’ve got you. Forever.”

And as the first responders bring in a stretcher to take you to the hospital, strapping a neck brace on you, and you look around your apartment as much as possible, you wonder if, in some way, this actually is the most beautiful moment in life. Or at least the beginning of it.

#bts yoongi #bts namjoon #bts taehyung #bts imagine #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts jhope #nightmare #sorry #I don't understand what happens in my subconscious

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years

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Do you think Wooga squad relationships are strategic business relationships?Another blog hinted at this so I wanted to know if you had an opinion.

I honestly don’t think I’m well informed enough to merit an opinion. But I won’t let that stop me! ;-p

I’m not very familiar with Wooga (or Padding) squads. I like K-dramas but never got to see Tae’s show. I like BTS but never really listened to other K-pop.

I saw the first episode of Wooga-Soop this weekend and the first five minutes of planning footage shocked me—talking about making nice for the cameras, teasing Tae about wanting to show off his ice skating for more camera time, refusing to do a parting salute by touching hands with him. I guess it was good natured razing because they sure were best buddies and super supportive once on the show.

But just from that episode, I sensed Wooga is very aware of Tae’s fame and power. Maybe they truly care for him, also. The vibe seemed very relaxed. But I think BTS (especially Jimin and Hobi) are the ride-or-die friends in Tae’s life. No one in Wooga is one of Tae’s emergency contacts.

Tae himself said he hadn’t seen Wooga for three years and it was his idea they get together—they had to be persuaded it was a legit tv show and half of them didn’t change their schedules to be able to film the whole week.

I think they probably like Tae (how could anyone not like Tae?), but I don’t think they prioritize him off-camera. That is just my initial impression off of one episode. I’m really not qualified to speak on it but there you go… <3

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kimnjss · 3 years

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just perfect || jjk

⤑ series: cherry pickers

⤑ pairing: gamer(fuckboi)!jungkook x video vixen(virgin)!reader

⤑ genre: barely any angst... smut!!

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.1K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, mentions of blue balls, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, (mutual) masturbation, grinding/dry humping, quiet voyeurism/exhibitionism, overstimulation, handjob, fingering, jungkook is a lot whiner than you’d think, nipple play, spitting, penetrative sex, yn being a quiet dom, riding... yoongi nd hobi run in a museum.

⤑ A/N: this is out a lot later than i wanted ., but a bitch got sad nd didn’t feel like writing :/ - we good now tho . thank you for being so patient w meee .i hope you guys like this one lowkey a big one so let me know what you think x

MAY 16TH, 2020 | 15:56

From the moment the two of you stepped onto the shooting set, it was pretty obvious to Jungkook that you were a big deal around here. He was used to putting you on a pedestal and treating you like a princess, but the fact that the other models, the majority of the staff, and the photographer treated you the same way was a bit mind-blowing for him.

Before you're even shedding your jacket, a short woman dressed in all black is rushing over with a robe in one hand and your swimsuit in the other. Ushering you in the direction of where to get changed, all while placing a chilled sparkling water in your hand. Complete with a straw. He follows behind, only half listening as the concept is explained in great detail to you. Following you to the gigantic dressing room, just for you.

A large couch is pressed against one wall, facing a dramatic vanity with an equally dramatic cushion bench. Jungkook is plopping down onto the large couch as you're lowering yourself onto the bench, hair being pinned back by two stylists who are quick to start on your makeup.

Simple chatter flows between the three of you and Jungkook finds himself admiring you with an unwavering smile on his face. You're so pretty. Always so pretty and sweet too. He likes the way you speak to the ladies as if they're old friends, laughing along with them with the prettiest smile on your lips. He's sure he could sit here and watch you forever.

Positive of it when the ladies are finishing with a final brush of your neatly straightened hair. They're waving goodbye as you stand, shimmying out of the tight jeans that you had arrived in. Carelessly tossing them onto the couch beside him before reaching for the hem of your shirt. Getting undressed right in front of his greedy eyes, he's not even ashamed for the way he leans forward on his knees to get a better look.

Forcing a gasp down when you reach back, flicking the clasp of your bra loose. It takes everything in him not to reach forward and take hold of one of your heavy breasts while wrapping his lips around the other. The sounds you made that first time still imprinted in his head. You sounded so pretty underneath him.

“What do you think? Should we get something to eat after this or...?” You speak so casually as if you're not putting on an unexpected right in front of your sexually frustrated boyfriend.

Sexually frustrated might be a stretch, honestly. The two of you found ways to enjoy each other without actually doing the do... but there were times where he hoped, silently of course, that you'd just say fuck it. Sober minded as him to fuck you because he'd deliver no doubt. He'd be more than happy to do it. “Yeah, I could eat.”

He sounds distracted and he is. Rightfully so, because you've just discarded the tiny pair of panties to pull on an equally small bikini bottom. Giving him a pretty good look at your ass and the way it jiggled with each tug of fabric.

“Great. I'll get us something. You're not going to be bored, right?” Arm wrapped around your chest to shield your breasts from him, you toss the bikini top around in your other hand, attempting to untangle the stringy garment.

Jungkook can't even focus enough to answer you properly. He's more concerned with the growing bulge between his legs and whether or not you can tell how turned on he is right now. You do notice, but it's way much more fun to see the uncomfortable shift of his hips, the hesitant tug at the end of his shirt, and the dust of pink in his cheeks than indulging him right now.

Taking your time to secure the bikini top on to your body, you don't pull your gaze from him. And you love the tiny pout that appears on his face once your tits are disappearing from his view. You make a big show of leaning over to reach for the robe you strategically set behind him, chest in his face.

He's letting out a laugh, hands reaching out to find your waist. They're cool against your warm skin, paired with the smile you can easily feel your body heating up. He's looking at you through hooded eyes, almost as if he could devour you at any moment. “You're messing with me, huh?” Gently tugging you onto his lap, hands sliding down the sides of your body and onto your bare thighs.

You're used to being seated on his lap. It's your favorite place to be, honestly. But, with the lack of layers between the two of you, there's nothing to shield you from the very prominent bulge pushing against his pants. Pressed firmly against your core, just one calculated shift of your hips and he'd be nudging against your clit.

And with that shit-eating grin on his face, it's obvious he knows it. Definitely not one to give up control so easily, you're the first one to shift. Eyes fluttering from the drag of his length against your slit, having to force back a moan as your hands tangle themselves in his soft hair. Shooting a well-practiced look of innocence in his direction, you let a soft smile push on to your features.

“Of course not. Why would I mess with you?” He's rolling his eyes instantly, sitting up to press his forehead against yours. Lips stretched into a teasing smile, hands secured tight on your thighs. Easily using his grip to hold your body against his. “Are you sure about that?”

His voice is so deep and unbelievably sensual, you have to physically stop yourself from ripping his pants off and riding him in this dressing room. With a giggle and a shrug, you're hopping off of his lap. Leaning down to press a quick kiss to his lips, “Guess you'll never know,” You say, turning to the perfectly timed knock at the door, calling you on to set.

Jungkook is letting out a huff, used to the blue-ball feeling at this point. He doesn't say anything as he stands from his spot, following you out of the room and on to set where they want you. Watching quietly as you're told to pose. Not being able to tear his eyes from you and how good you look in that way too small bikini.

He has always been a huge fan of your confidence. Loved the way you were always so sure of yourself. Loved how you walked, how you talked, how you acted as the entire world belonged to you. It would if he had any say in it. That had to be the first thing he found himself attracted to when he first spoke to you. How confident you were even just speaking to some stranger online.

Conversations seemed to flow with you because you never second-guessed yourself, you never hesitated. You were you all of the time and he loved that. He felt like he didn't have to guess anymore, although it took some time to figure you out, now that he knew you he felt like he actually knew you. He loved that.

The way that he got to know you, the pace that you set for your own reasons really forced him to take his time with you. Not like it was a bad thing. It wasn't bad at all. Because he wasn't in such a rush to kiss you, feel you, fuck you. He was able to enjoy the experience of knowing you. Learning you. Falling in love with you.

All before sleeping with you.

Literal chills run down his spine when your gaze meets his. Laid flat on your back with the photographer over you, finger snapping pictures insistently. You've got this real sexy look in your eyes, gaze trained on his. Shooting a kiss in his direction and he feels his cheeks darken at the act.

Unsure when exactly he became so easy, but here he was an absolute blushing mess all because his pretty girlfriend decided to blow him a kiss.

He finds himself sitting at the edge of the seat. Waited with bated breath for the moment you'll look at him again, granting him any ounce of attention to make his heart flutter. And instantly perking up when you're allowed a break. Grinning wide when you're making your way over to him, your long robe draped over your shoulders.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Taking your rightful place on his lap without a second of hesitation. Fingers curling in the hair at the nape of his neck and forehead leaning down to bump against his.

Jungkook allows his fingers to creep beneath your robe, landing directly on your ass. Gently using his grip to pull you closer to him. “You look really good,” He's hard again and it's all your fault. Desperate for some type of attention, he can't help the way his hips lift toward you.

You ignore the movement. “Thank you.” Nails scraping against his scalp gently, knowing how much he likes when you have your fingers in his hair. “I saw the way you were looking at me. Kinda makes me wonder what we'd do if we didn't have an audience,” Words barely above a whisper, but he's hearing you loud and clear.

Every syllable going straight to his cock. He can't even think of what to say, mind reeling of all the possible things the two of you could be doing if you were alone. He wanted to taste you. Has been craving it since the first time he had you upon his face. And fuck, you always looked so good with his cock in your mouth. Jungkook loved to see how determined you were to swallow him down.

Or he could fuck you... on one of these plush circle sofas. Stretch you out and make you whine for him. Tell him how good he's making you feel. For the first time. Have you call out his name while you cum, squirming underneath him.

“You're thinking about it, aren't you?” Voice so sweet by his ear, lips grazing over the shell of it. He's on the verge of losing it while you're just enjoying yourself teasing him. Dark eyes find yours, clouded with lust and a type of need that you've never seen before. Without a word, he's nodding his head, teeth cutting into his lower lip.

A grin pushes onto your features, hand reaching up to push the hair in front of his face back. “Should we go straight home after this, then?” The pounding of your heart only picks up, knowing exactly what you're about to hint at. Yet, you've never been more sure of anything in your life.

You wanted Jungkook. You've always wanted him, but no more than ever. In ways that you never really cared to explore before him and now it's like if you don't do something about it, you'd surely explode. You wanted him to be your first. No need for the dramatics or specialties, it was simple.

Jungkook was the one you wanted to fuck for the first time. “I can't stop thinking about how good it'll feel to feel you... you know?” Brow raised with your hand between your legs, resting flat against the no doubt painful bulge in his pants. His eyes are all but popping out of his head. “Do you want to?”

He knows what you mean. The look in your eye giving way to the fact that you're speaking more than what you've been doing all along. You wanted to do more and you were sure of it. You're not nervous or hesitant, so sure of yourself like you've always been. You wouldn't have said anything if you weren't.

“Y-yeah. I want to.”

MAY 16TH, 2020 | 17:03

Jimin was never a fan of museums. Not once did he think 'Oh, let's go check out this old painting that a bunch of dudes hung on a wall!'. He didn't care for them and didn't understand the hype at all. Would never be caught dead in one... unless his friend's relationship was at stake and an annoying boy with a pretty smile was dragging him into some elaborate ploy to get them together.

Only in that situation would Jimin pull out his beret and tweed jacket and drive the whole hour to the aging building. Hoseok in the front seat, chatting the entire way about how excited he was to check this place out but couldn't because of... circumstances.

He really said it like that, as if the two of them weren't more than aware of what the 'circumstances' were. That was the thing about Hobi, he liked to act like nothing was happening when literally everything was happening right in front of him. Brushed the entire argument off with Yoongi as if it was some fever dream and acted confused whenever someone asked him about it.

So wrapped up in not being seen as weak for caring, he just chose not to care. No matter how many times his friends assured them they didn't care what he did with his romantic lives... because it was literally not their business... he still kept up with the act. Which was why Jimin couldn't be so sure this plan would work.

Who's to say Hoseok wouldn't just act like he's bumping into a stranger and then turn the other way? That would do way more harm than good, hurting Yoongi way more than he needed right now. Especially since this was the first time he's gone out other than the studio in days.

Despite his worries, Jimin still goes along with the plan. Taehyung seemed sure of it, which had to mean that he knew something that he didn't. It would be fine. There was no way they could be put in a worse situation than they are now. Right?

The moment the two of them are entering the building, Hoseok is taking off in the direction of a piece he's excited to see. Jimin spends the entire time following close behind him, secretly texting Taehyung for the proper time that they can 'accidentally' cross paths. It had to be as natural as possible to keep from the two of them knowing that they've been set up.

A squinted glance across the room followed by the most believable 'Hey, isn't that...' and then absentmindedly leaving them alone so they can work out the problems that they have. It was a good plan. It was going to work. He just had to continue repeating it for it to be true, everything was going to go over just fine. Just perfect.

An hour... or six, according to Jimin pass before the long-awaited text is lighting up his phone. A one-worded message letting Jimin know where to head next. His newfound enthusiasm earns an eye raise from Hoseok, but nevertheless, he allows himself to be pulled in the direction of the next exhibit.

They're just halfway there before Jimin is stopping in his tracks, letting out a slightly forced gasp as his eyes widen. “Oh! Isn't that Taehyung... and Yoongi over there?” Hoseok's head snaps in the direction his friend is pointing, heart rate skyrocketing at the mere mention of the man's name.

Across the way, Taehyung is seen doing the exact same thing. Complete with a dramatic hand over his mouth and even wider eyes. Yoongi is not buying it, standing frozen with this scowl on his face as Hoseok and Jimin make their way over to where they're standing.

Oddly, Hobi doesn't seem reluctant to approach him. This was stupid, the avoiding each other, not talking when clearly they had a lot to talk about. While this would be his preferred method to handle things, he hated it when it came to Yoongi. All he wanted was to be close to him again and if that meant looking weak in front of his friends then so be it. He missed him.

He's prepared to say all of that, lay it all out for him, and try to work on mending things so they could get back to where they left off. The closer he gets though, the tighter Yoongi's throat gets. It feels like he's swallowed cotton balls and the sensation makes his eyes water. Heart pounding in his chest, getting louder with each step taken in his direction.

Until it's all too much to handle. Too scared to hear what Hoseok might have to say. Yoongi was out of line, he was the one in the wrong so there's no telling how upset Hoseok might be with him. He couldn't handle that. So, once he's close enough to speak Yoongi is taking off in the other direction. Running away and leaving the three men to stand there confused.

“Yoongi, wait!” Hoseok is calling after him, legs moving without giving him much of a say. Chasing after him like he should've done that night. Instead of walking away, he should've stayed. Made sure that he was okay, tried to make things better. He had been too negligent in their relationship, ignored a lot of the things that bothered him. And this was where they ended up.

He had no intention of doing that now.

Hoseok chases him until his feet ache and then a few feet after that. Catching him outside just a few blocks away from the museum. He can't help the laugh that falls from his lips when Yoongi is stopping to catch his breath, taking careful steps in his direction. “Yoongi, please stop running. I just want to talk to you.”

Too tired to keep up with the chase even if he wanted to, Yoongi is standing. This awful sad look on his face that he tries to mask with a frown, arms crossed over his chest. “I have nothing to say to you.”

Stubborn was fine. Hobi had no problem with dealing with stubbornness. At least he was talking to him. And in this case, he didn't need him to say anything. “That's okay. I have a lot to say to you. Starting with, I'm sorry.” He's moving closer to him, carefully. Not wanting to overstep and set him running again.

“I should've been more considerate of your feelings, Yoongi. You told me you didn't want to keep us a secret and I didn't listen. I'm sorry for making you feel like I wasn't proud of being with you because I am. I love being with you. I just... I didn't think it was that big of a deal? And I didn't want everyone in our business, but I was selfish and should've paid more attention to you.”

He's had a lot of time to think of what he has done and how he could make things better between the both of them. Had practiced his apology a dozen times in the mirror and then a dozen more. The real problem was working up the courage to take the first step. So seeing him here, whether or not it was a real coincidence, there was no better timing than now.

Somewhere within his apology, Yoongi seems to soften. Arms dropping to his side as he listens to what is being said to him. This whole thing, the base of their fight really could've been resolved easily. There's no doubt about that. But when pride and egos get invoked everything becomes a huge mess. But seeing Hoseok in an almost vulnerable state was new, it was nice in a weird way.

But Hobi wasn't the only one in the wrong. Yoongi knew that. “I'm sorry too...I shouldn't have tried to make you jealous. I knew how you felt and I ignored that because it wasn't what I wanted. I could've been more considerate too, it wasn't just you.” A huge smile is breaking on to Hoseok's face, taking the last few steps to close the space between them. He's landing a large hand on the side of Yoongi's neck, thumb stroking against his skin.

“Can we get back together? I don't like not being with you.” His lower lip is jutting out in the cutest little pout, Yoongi can't help but smile at him. Eyes rolling playfully as he nods his head, accepting the eager kiss that's placed on his lips.

Strong arms wrapping around his body and pulling him close. Kissing him in the middle of the street, for everyone to see.

MAY 16TH, 2020 | 21:11

Jungkook kisses you hungrily, hands roaming around your body with purpose. That being, getting you undressed as quickly as possible. You're giving him the same treatment, teeth and tongue clashing as you fumble with the buckle of his belt. Barely entering his house before his mouth was pressed against yours, not parting for more than a second since then.

He's lifting your body onto his with ease, carrying you up the stairs and into the bedroom. The shirt that he had been wearing was left in the doorway along with your jeans and jacket. Setting you down on the bed, he takes a moment to admire you. Lipstick smudged and eyes sparkling. Your hair fanned around your head against the pillow. The rise and fall of your chest, the longer he looks at you the harder it gets to believe that you're his.

Leaning down, his face finds the crook of your neck. Hands spread your legs apart so he's able to fit between them nicely. Sucking a trail of wet kisses down the length of your neck, he's so hard pressed against you. Harder than you've ever felt him before and you're sure it comes with the anticipation of what's to come.

His fingers are tangled in your hair holding your head steady as he leaves marks against your neck. He's being cautious, careful despite his desires. Not wanting to push you too far or do too much too soon, but all you wanted was him. And you didn't want to go slow. Had done more than enough pussyfooting to last you a lifetime, you just wanted him now.

Plain and simple.

Hands work to unfasten the button on his jeans, tugging them down with motion straying far from being fluid. He laughs at your struggle, pulling back into a kneel. His large hand coming down to replace yours, watching you through a hooded gaze while dragging them down the rest of the way. It had been pretty obvious how hard he was through the fabric of his jeans, but even more so through the thin layering of briefs.

Jungkook was big, that much you already knew. Impressive even when soft and you've never seen him this hard before. Was it all going to fit inside of you? Had trouble taking just two fingers of his and he was much thicker than that. The thought of trying, though, having him stretch you out has a familiar warmth pooling between your legs. A determination settling in your chest. You wanted to be able to take him. Need to.

He's reaching for the hem of your shirt, mumbling something out about fairness. And with a quick lift, your shirt is being tossed somewhere behind him. Large hands cup your breasts, body moving to settle back between your legs. Thumb experimentally rubbing against your nipple through the thin lace and it's not enough.

It seems he has the ability to read your mind with the quickness of the way he reaches behind you, fingering at the clasps of your bra. Moving it out of the way until your breasts are resting freely on your chest. The soft moan that falls from his lips has your walls clenching around nothing. An even louder moan emitting from the back of your throat as his lips wrap around the hardened bud.

“Jungkook,” You gasp. Teeth sinking into your skin while his fingers work the other side into a peak.

He has been embarrassingly hard this entire day and the sweet moans that leave your glossed lips do nothing but add to that. Absentmindedly his hips rut against yours, thick cock brushing against your wet core, covered by the flimsy material of his panties. It almost hurt how bad he wanted you. Mind reeling with different ways he could take you, but he was so anxious about fucking it up he seemed to be playing it safe.

And you could tell. Even the usually frantic thrusts of his hips were calculated, just barely missing your clit and not nearly as hard as normal. His mouth is releasing from around your nipple to leave a trail of wet kisses down your body, tongue painting wet streaks against your skin. But you're stopping him before he can fit his head between your legs.

“Wait. I-I want to feel you... I want to make you feel good first,” Just as much as this was something big for you, you wanted it to be the same for him. It was not only your first time ever, it was also his first time with you. It should be fun for him too, right?

His eyes are widening as if you just suggested something as bizarre as nude bungee jumping, but the sound of your giggle has his body relaxing almost instantly. He watches as you sit up, arms wrapped around his neck. Kissing him fervently, hands knotting in the soft curls of his hair.

Warm tongue parting his lips, coaxing him into a kiss that can only be described as sloppy. Teeth grazing against his lower lip while your hand palms him through his briefs, his lips fall from yours to let out a low groan. Head dropping to watch the way your hand moves against him. “Fuck,” He sighs out almost in disbelief.

Soft curses fall from his lips as your grip tightens around him, more pressure applied to the movements of your palm. He's moving his hips along with your hand, eyes fluttering and head bowed. Trying so hard to watch the way your fingers squeeze around him, but it's too hard to concentrate on anything but how good you were making him feel.

“You're so big, Kookie. What do you want me to do?” Voice laced with seduction, it's hot enough to make his cock twitch. If you kept on like that, it won't be long before he's blowing his load. Before even taking his boxers off, how embarrassing.

He doesn't need to think, because he knows what he wants. Has thought about it on more than one occasion and wanted to try his chances tonight. “I... touch yourself. I want to see you touch yourself,” There's obvious strain in his voice, trying to create a coherent sentence through breathy moans.

His request catches you off guard, so sure that he'd ask you to suck him off or something that would be beneficial to him. But you don't protest, the thought of him watching you do something supposedly private egging you on. It was hot, him wanting to watch you. And it was no secret how inclined you were to giving Jungkook exactly what he wanted.

You're laying on your back once again, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties. Making a big show of taking them off, loving the way his eyes follow the material down your legs before he's dragging his gaze up to your bare pussy. Glistening with arousal all pink and pretty.

“Like this?” Middle finger tapping against your clit, body tensing at the contact. Jungkook kneels beside you, breath caught in his throat. Not daring to look away as your finger lightly moves over your clit. “Harder,” He whines, realizing you're teasing him with how gentle you're being.

Giggling softly, you apply more pressure, rubbing perfect figure eights into the little bundle of nerves. His lower lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowed and eyes focused. He looks so hot, gently stroking himself. Cautious in his movements so he's not pushing himself too far too soon.

He watches with bated breath as your hand slips lower between your legs, finger teasing your entrance with your eyes trained on his. Your jaw falls slack as soon as the digit pushes past your walls, eyes fluttering as a soft whimper of his name leaves your lips. “Holy shit.” He groans, picking up the pace of his hand as you do the same.

Not sure if it's the fact that he's watching you or the sight of him getting himself off to the sight of you, but you're speeding toward the edge quicker than you expect. Finger curling up into yourself, just barely grazing the rough patch of skin deep within. The heel of your palm nudging against your clit with a timed accuracy. Back arching as your whines grow louder.

“Fuck. Are you gonna cum?” Wildly in tune with your body, you can't even think to deny it. “Touch me,” You plead and he doesn't need to be told twice. Springing forward and landing his fingers on your clit, rolling it around underneath his touch. Your free hand lifts to wrap around his length, wrists twisting rhythmically. You feel the stutter of his fingers from the effects of your touch.

All at once, the pressure built in your belly is snapping. Walls clenching around your fingers as your legs shake, eyes blurring as your orgasm washes over you. Jungkook's fingers are quick to replace yours the moment you're pulling out. Pushing deep inside of you and teasing your gspot. Just barely come down and you're already being thrust into a second orgasm, hands flying to grip his forearms.

“Jungkook, fuck. Please, please...” No idea what you're begging for, but the last thing you want is for this feeling to stop. He watches the way your hips move, fucking yourself on his fingers while your arousal leaks out your tight hole. Fists gripping the sheets as you squirm.

He doesn't pull back until your body is relaxing against the mattress, chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath. His fingers are wet with your juices, shining in the dull light of the bedroom. Quick to push them past his lips, moaning at the sweet taste of you coating his tongue.

Through hooded eyes, you watch the way his tongue moves between his fingers. Lapping up every last drop of you. As if he had just finished a five-course meal.

“You taste so good, baby.” He's mumbling out, a shy smile pushing onto his lips realizing that you've been watching him. Lowering himself between your legs, wet fingers pushing your hair out of your face. “Are you good to continue?” He smells like you and tastes like you when you lean up to kiss him.

You'd be crazy to say no, knowing how badly he wanted you. How badly you wanted him. The quick nod of your head is all he needs to cover your lips with his one last time, before lowering his body until his face is just inches from your throbbing clit. “Could spend all day down here,” He laughs out, soft lips pressing a wet kiss against your clit.

He doesn't need you to walk you through it, has paid you enough attention to know what you like. Diving it without an ounce of hesitance, tongue lapping against your wet hole. The tip of his nose pressed firmly against your clit, bumping against it so deliciously it has to be on purpose. He's got a tight grip on your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide for him.

Whiny moans vibrate against your pussy as he sucks your folds into his mouth, hand reaching for your clit. Pressing against it more deliberately, rolling it between his fingers as he works his tongue into your tight whole. Moving like a man starved, his groans are just as loud as your moans. Fingers gripping his hair to keep his head in place, hips lifting to meet the swirls of his tongue.

So wrapped in how good he's making you feel, you almost miss the steady rut of his hips. Shamelessly grinding his throbbing cock against the bedsheets. As if he's buried deep inside of you. With his tongue flat against your clit, he's pushing two fingers past your walls. Curling them deep inside of you. And you're seeing stars, back arching off the bed as a loud cry of his name falls from your lips.

Your entire body is on fire, legs shaking while your arousal flows out of you. His fingers continue to move at a steady pace, tongue flicking slowly against your clit until your loud moans are turning into desperate whines. Lips, chin, and nose shiny with your arousal, and all he does is smile. This big toothy grin that makes your heart flutter.

Just about delirious from coming three times in a row... and he hasn't even fucked you yet. God, you wanted him to fuck you. And you could tell he was holding back from doing just that, precum leaking from the tip of his cock staining the sheets. He wanted you too. But he was stalling.

His fingers move between your legs again, teasing your slit as he leans his head back down between your legs. Ready to make you cum with his mouth again. Your cunt throbs with overstimulation, positive that you wouldn't be able to take much more and you wanted to feel him before you were out for the count.

“F-fuck me, Jungkook. Please, I'm ready.” Fingers at his bangs, pushing them back so you can get a good look at his face. The way his movements stutter to a stop, eyes widening just slightly.

But he nods, kneeling back on his knees. Raking his own fingers through his hair, desperately trying to calm the nervous tick in his heart. You were so perfect. Laying beneath him, ready for him to fuck you. And there was nothing else he wanted to do, but he couldn't help but feel a bit of anxiety over it.

It was your first time after all. What if he fucked it up? Ruined it for you and then every single time you thought back to this moment you were filled with nothing but distaste. He just wanted to be perfect for you. And with the way you were looking at him, he felt like he could be. Felt like you thought he might be.

That was something, right?

“O-okay. Uhm...let me get a condom,” Clearing his throat awkwardly, he's cursing himself a million times for not sounding as confident as he should. With a huff, he's leaning over to reach for the bedside table, fishing through the drawer until his fingers are meeting the tiny foil packet.

He puts it on away from you, not wanting you to see him fumble with it due to the nervous shake of his fingers. Once it's secure in place he's moving back between your legs, nearly choking at the sultry look on your face. Long legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer.

And he feels like he can't breathe.

With his chest pressed against yours, you can feel the hammer of his heart almost perfectly. That paired with the flushed look on your face is enough to make you pull back, getting a better look at his face. “Are you alright? Your heart's beating so fast.”

“Yeah, I'm just nervous. Fuck and I don't even know why...” He's laughing at himself with a shake of his head. It was you. He shouldn't be nervous around you. Always felt so comfortable, so sure when he was with you.

But this was big. This was your first time and he felt like he had to be different for some reason. Better? Yet, little did he know he was exactly the way that you wanted. Just being himself. “Do you want to stop?”

He's shaking his head quickly, eyes widening as he reaches back to tighten your legs around his waist. “No! No. I want to feel you... you look so good,” The last part of his sentence comes out as a whine, his hips lifting to meet yours. The action alone pulling a soft moan from your lips. Almost knocking your train of thought from your head.

“If you're nervous...”

Jungkook is quick to cut you off with a kiss, fingers moving between your legs. Middle finger tapping against your clit before he's drawing circles over it. “Shh, shh... I'm fine.” His words are murmured against your lips, tongue jutting out to swipe over your lower lip. And with the insistent push of his cock against your thigh, you're convinced.

“Okay.” He's smiling, leaning back to take hold of himself. Large palm wrapping around his length, lining himself up with your slick entrance. Breathing out heavily before he's lifting his gaze to meet yours. “You ready?”

Legs spreading in response, you're quick to nod your head. Hands braced on either side of his torso, body laid flat on the mattress. “Mhm.”

Extremely cautious with the way he pushes past your walls, allowing you to feel every inch of him as you stretch for him. It's foreign and a little uncomfortable, he's taking his time, being careful not to hurt you. Stopping halfway to give you a chance to catch your breath, thumb rubbing circles against your clit as an attempt to soothe you.

It brings a bit of the pleasure back, but your eyes remained squeezed shut, blunt nails pressed into his skin. With his head bowed, he's allowing a glob of saliva fall from his lips and onto your pussy, treating it like a lube as he pushes the last few inches inside of you.

You can tell he's holding back, cheeks burned red, and brows furrowed. He's got a tight grip on the sheets above your head, the thick vein at the side of his neck throbbing. Slowly, he's dragging his hips back, pushing back in roughly.

“Fuck, Jungkook.” You gasp, surprised by the pleasure that mixes with the painful stretch. He repeats the action a few more times until he's feeling you loosen around him. But you're still squeezing him so tight. “You're so fucking tight, baby.” He whines, desperate to go faster, harder. Be greedy.

He's pulling back until his mushroom head is catching against your hole, pushing forward with a loud whine. “I'm gonna cum. Fuck, you feel so good.” You're opening up nicely for him now, his cock slipping past your walls with ease and it's too good to bare. For both of you.

Much different from your fingers or his. And you're not ready for it to end yet. “Not yet.” You groan, fingers holding his hips steady you lift up to take control of the pace. Moving a lot slower, giving him the chance to collect himself. “Hold it, Kookie. Be good for me,”

Your words flip something deep inside him, turning on the compliance inside of him. He wanted to be good for you. Of course, he did, he always did. But hearing you say it just made him desire it more. But at the same time, he was right there. It would be hard to hold back, no matter how much he wanted to.

“I-I can't... Yn, baby.” Soft whines hit the shell of your ear, the grip he holds on your hips tightening, trying to get you to move faster. His face buried in the crook of your neck, sucking sloppy kisses into your skin. All while rutting against you urgently, clutching on to every bit of self-control he has not to finish until your say so.

And you can't help but enjoy it. Having him come apart for you like this. Fingers moving quickly over your clit, whining each time your walls clench around him. It's not long before the pressure is building in your stomach once again, your moans growing high pitched as his frantic thrusts become stuttered.

His head lifts, lips covering yours. His breathy moans dying on your tongue, growing as he feels the beginning effects of you cumming around him. With the flutter of your walls and the shake of your legs around him, he can't hold back anymore. “I'm...” He tries to warn you but is a second too late, already feeling the condom expanding inside of you.

Pretty moans fall from his lips as he cums, fingers continuing their movement between your legs through it all. He cums long and loudly, untimed thrusts hitting against your hips. Your fingers toy with his hair until he's calming down, placing soft kisses against the inches of skin you can reach.

He finishes with a curse, arms giving out and body collapsing onto yours. He's breathing heavily against you, vision blurry and sweat sticking your skin together. But you have no desire to move, enjoying the hammer of his heart against your chest. It matches yours.

It takes him a few moments to come to his senses, pulling out slowly when he does. You feel every inch of him on the way out, a soft moan following. He's quiet with discarded the used condom, cheeks flaming red paired with a dopey smile on his lips.

“What?” You laugh after the third time catching him staring, looking away with blushed cheeks. A soft chuckle falls from his lips, shoulders shrugging as he reaches for you. Gently tugging you into his embrace. “Nothing. I just... liked that?” His cheeks darken, eyes lifting to inspect the ceiling.

Insane how he quickly he could turn into this cute guy afraid of eye contact just seconds after begging you to let him cum. “Me too.” The tips of his fingers mindlessly trace the indents his abs make on his stomach. “It was perfect,” A large smile splits your lips, nodding your head at your own words.

Perfect was the best way to describe it. And it had everything to do with the fact that it was with him, save for anything else that occurred. It was perfect because it was Jungkook. Your head bobs in another affirmative nod, hand lifting to touch his cheek, turning his head down to you.

Kissing him sweetly for a moment, waking the butterflies in the pit of your stomach. A welcome feeling that comes each and every time his lips are on you. As if it were the first time. Everything felt like the first time when it was with Jungkook. “Yeah,” The grin grows on your lips, arms wrapping around his body and head finding his shoulder.

There's not a single thing you'd change about him. About you. About the two of you together. It was exactly what you wanted.

“Just perfect,”

— known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.

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He Takes Your Daughter To The Studio ~ Park Jimin

The sound of the studio door opening brought the pleasant silence in the room to an abrupt end as Jimin’s hand slipped out his daughter’s, allowing her to run into greet all of her uncles who all kneeled down to greet her into a tight hug.

“Trouble’s here,” Jimin laughed, placing the bag that he’d packed down for her on one of the benches, stripping himself down from his jacket that he’d worn from the walk to the studio.

“Mina isn’t trouble,” Namjoon protested, “she’s an angel.”

Jimin’s eyes raised questionably across at his elder, shaking his head, much to his daughter’s disapproval. “You’ve driven me up the wall all morning, I don’t know how your mother looks after you when I’m on tour.”

“Y/N’s patient,” Yoongi quickly reminded him, “she’s managed to put up with all of us for years, caring for Mina is probably a bit of a walk in the park compared to how annoying we can.”

Jimin couldn’t help but agree as he led his daughter to the corner of the studio, unzipping the beg that he carried for her. “We’ve packed up plenty of things to keep you out of mischief today.”

“The only one getting into mischief will be you,” Jin laughed, “when Y/N finds out you brought Mina here, you’re in huge trouble.”

When you asked Jimin to arrange childcare for an overnight trip you had at work, he promised you that he’d see if his parents were busy for a few days. However, when it came to calling, he just couldn’t bring himself to let his daughter leave him for a couple of days.

Despite his busy schedule, he knew that somehow, he’d be able to find some sort of balance, with the only solution to be to bring her to the studio. Even though all of the boys agreed at first, once they found out what had happened, they knew Jimin was making a big mistake.

Somehow, he’d even managed to convince Mina not to spill, but he knew what a trouble his little one could be sometimes. Even though he had her word to keep quiet, Jimin knew that once she reunited with you it might not be quite as simple as that.

“Can I play with all of you?” She asked as Jimin sat her down.

“Well,” he stuttered, looking around at the rest of the boys. “Daddy is supposed to be working, I told you that you’d have to just be patient for a while whilst daddy dances.”

“Did you really think that she’d sit and let us rehearse?” Taehyung asked at his clueless friend.

Jimin sighed, watching on as Jungkook already began to pull out the crash mats and fun bits of equipment that were lying around the studio. They knew from the moment Jimin mentioned bringing Mina to the studio that their day would end in doing nothing.

They couldn’t mask their disapproval that Jimin had gone against your request well at all, they’d nagged at him for days to reconsider, but he just couldn’t. He loved his parents, and he knew Mina loved her grandparents too, but the thought of being in the house alone, when he’d had you and her there every day for years was a thought that he just couldn’t bring himself to entertain.

“Why don’t we set up an obstacle course, and the slowest can pay for lunch?” Kook suggested.

“Can we really do that?”

The sight of the wide smile on his daughter’s face was enough for Jimin to agree, looking around at what the boys had set up.

Mina’s excitement was at an all time high as she held onto Hobi’s hand, pointing all the things that sh wanted to include in their challenge. The number of things in the studio often left her intrigued, any time that she visited she could usually be found trying to climb something or pull it down.

“I want to be able to balance,” she announced, pointing across at one of the benches. “At nursery we turn the upside down so that are small fit can fit on them probably.”

“But what about all of us who have big fit?” Yoongi asked, lifting his foot up into the air.

Mina could only shrug at him, if there was one quality, she had from Jimin, it was definitely his sass. Jin walked around and pressed a sympathetic hand to Yoongi’s shoulder before helping him pull out one of the benches and tip it upside to impress the rather demanding girl who watched on.

Jimin watched on proudly as she put Yoongi in his place, walking around the course to make sure that it was all suitable for her. As much as she loved to tell him that she loved the danger, one accident and a tantrum would be enough to disturb the whole building.

“What happens if I lose?” She suddenly asked, squeezing gently against Hobi’s hand.

Hobi’s head shook straight away, pointing across at her father who had strategically decided to slip out of the conversation to try and not shift the blame onto him. As soon as he looked around though and saw Hobi firmly pointing his finger in Jimin’s direction, he found himself quickly having to watch his words around his daughter.

“You won’t lose though,” Namjoon quickly assured her, appearing at her other side. “You’ve never seen Uncle Yoongi on an obstacle course.”

“Is he bad?” She innocently asked, noticing Yoongi’s glare looking over at the two boys. “He looks like he wants to beat you both up right now.”

The two of them fell silent as soon as they noticed Yoongi’s eyes looking back on them, changing the subject as quickly as it took Mina to run away from them out of boredom, gripping onto her father’s leg tightly instead.

“I’m happy that you brought me here,” she smiled up to him, “all my uncles are always so much fun.”

“But you have to remember our promise, there’s no telling mummy about any of this.”

Her head nodded, flashing him a toothy grin. His hand ruffled gently over the top of her head, still not entirely convinced that she was going to manage to stop herself from sharing the truth.

“When you lose though, won’t Y/N notice a big hole in your bank account?” Taehyung teased him, “to pay for eight dinners is a lot, and you know how much we all like to eat.”

Rather than answering him, Jimin walked across and whacked Taehyung over the back of the head. Aside from the quick scolding he got from his daughter, it finally seemed like the teasing he continued to receive had stopped.

One by one, the two of them made their way to the start of the obstacle course that they’d set up, watching on as Jungkook went around and demonstrated what was expected of them all at each obstacle that they reached.

“I can’t wait to win!” Mina cheered from the back of the line, “and I can’t wait for daddy to have to pay for dinner for us all.”

“Excuse me,” he grumbled from in front of her, “you’re supposed to be on my side and hoping that one of your uncles pay for dinner.”

“But you won’t get in trouble with mummy if they pay?” She pointed out to him.

“You’ve got one smart kid Jimin!”

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Moonlight

Part 1 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (eventual), Yoongi x BTS, dom!Yoongi x sub!Taehyung x sub!Jungkook

Summary: One night when Yoongi is out for a moonlit stroll, he finds a girl dancing in the park all alone. When he approaches her, his whole life changes forever.

Warnings: There is some mention of mental and physical abuse in this chapter, as well as some a theme of depression and mention of self-harm.

Tags:@calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup, @lindsayjoy444

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Y/N POV:

He was drunk. Again. This time it was worse than the others though. The other times he was drunk enough that he was tired and could not stay awake long enough to actually hurt me anymore than a couple of hits poorly aimed and a handful of harmful words thrown at me. But it was enough for me to fall further into a deep, black void that seemed to have no way out. It was inescapable. I could hear him banging and shouting to himself downstairs. I was in our room, pretending to be asleep. I rarely slept when he was around, scared of what he would do to me when I was unaware.

That was why I slept while he was out during the day, and then would sneak out at night once I knew he was sleeping. I would go to a park nearby and just sit there and collect my thoughts. Sometimes I would let myself taste the sweet release that I got when I danced, but that was very rare. He banned me from dancing, saying it was like I was cheating on him by showing off my body to other people. And of course, I believed him.

I guess the only good thing was that he wasn’t my soulmate. Everything was still black and white and all the shades of grey in between for me. But I just couldn’t find the courage in myself to get help to leave him. When I was in the park, I loved to listen to BTS to help myself find the courage to get through the next day. Just enough that I would want to survive. But that didn’t stop the want to die from slipping through some cracks. Small scars littered my wrists. They all looked almost silver to me, but I knew that if I could see colour, they would be red. The colour of blood.

He laughed when he found out. Said I deserved it. Said I should do it more and maybe, just maybe, if I was lucky I would cut deep enough to end it.

I could hear his footsteps thumping up the stairs now. I gulped and nestled under the blankets, trying to even out my breathing and slow it down to give the impression I was asleep. I almost flinched when I heard the door open, but I managed to stay still.

“I know you’re awake.” He said, his voice dangerously calm. His footsteps grew louder until I could feel his breath fan over me. It stunk of cheap whisky and other alcohol. He scoffed. “Of course you’d ignore me. Stupid bitch!” He slapped me across the face, causing me to jolt forward and gasp in pain as red hot sparks shot across my face. I curled into a ball, protecting my face with my arms. “Worthless, good for nothing slut.” He pulled me off the bed and kicked me in the stomach, making me cry out in pain. I began to back away from him, pushing myself along the floor with my hands and feet as he walked towards me.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing erratic. I was scared. He could kill me. He lifted his foot as if he was going to stamp on my outstretched leg, but I rolled away just in time, earning myself a kick to the side. I whimpered and stumbled to my feet. I looked around for something, anything I could use as a weapon, as something to defend myself. My eyes zeroed in on a lamp. It was a gift from my mother; a metal base that had little knots of the material jutting out from the sides. I knew it was heavy. I knew that it could possibly knock him out.

I ran over to it and picked it up, yanking the plug out of the socket. He walked closer to me, scoffing. “You think you can hurt me with that?” He chuckled. “Sweet,” He began to undo the buckle of his belt and was about to pull it from its confines when I swung at him with the lamp. It was as if the gods were looking down upon me when the metal end connected with his head, knocking him out cold.

I stared down at his unconscious body, breathing quickly. I tried to calm myself down as I grabbed my phone and shoes, quickly disabling my location services. I had to leave him. Next time, I may not be so lucky. I looked around and stuffed some clothes into a backpack, grabbed a charger and my toothbrush and ran out of the house.

I didn’t have a car. He never let me, since he was under the impression that I could get away with it. Guess he forgot I had two legs and could walk. I shivered slightly, wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to warm me up. I was only wearing a light hoodie, not realising how cold it was.

But I’d be fine. I could just huddle up underneath some of my clothes - use them as a blanket. I didn’t have any friends I could go to - he had made me get rid of them as well. I suppose it was safer for them; he could have threatened to hurt them to get me to do anything. I looked up at the sky, seeing the moon glowing a bright white light, the beauty of it making me feel calm. The moon was full and round, the streets being illuminated by the moonlight as I made my way to the little park that was my safespace.

Yoongi POV:

“No, no, no, no!” I groaned as my computer froze, the coloured pinwheel spinning around as if to mock me. I slammed my hand down on the desk in frustration, knowing that there was a good chance that all my hours of hard work on this song would be deleted.

I pushed my chair back harshly and got up, kicking at the chair in annoyance. “Stupid thing. Can’t even work properly.” I glanced at the screen, letting a small sliver of hope through, hoping that the work had been saved and that it was still there, almost at the point of completion. My heart sunk, the screen was black. There goes eight hours or more of hard work for nothing.

I picked up my phone to check the time. It was almost midnight. There was a miriad of texts from my hyung and dongsaengs, urging me to come eat. Hobi had said he had come to get me but I clearly didn’t or wouldn’t hear him so he left. There was food for me in the fridge and Jungkook was waiting up for me. Of course he was, the boy could not sleep without knowing that everyone was in the dorm.

All seven of us were in a relationship with each other, yet we were not soulmates since it was not allowed between people of the same sex. Stupid homophobic system. But if Kookie was waiting for me, I guess I should stop working now. The boy would force himself to stay awake, which would make him grumpy the next morning. Sometimes he acts like a baby, but who can blame him? He is the maknae after all.

My phone dinged, signalling a text for Taehyung.

Tae ❤️:

Hyung, when are you coming backkkkk? The bed is empty and I’m colddddddd. Pleaseeeee hurryyyyyyyyy

I love youuuuuu

But hurryyyyyyy

I shook my head and chuckled at Taehyung’s cuteness. I decided I would not text him back, but rather call him as I collected my stuff. I clicked on his contact name and put the phone against my ear as I shut off the computer and walked out of Genius Lab, locking the door behind me.

“Hyung! When are you coming back?!” Tae asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

“Tae, baby. I am on my way, okay? I’m just a bit stressed though, so I may have to have even more cuddles.” I said. Even though I never showed it, I loved having and giving hugs to the members. But only behind closed doors. I could never do it in front of the cameras. It would ruin my bad boy persona.

“Cuddles!” Tae gasped. “Yay. Hurry, please, hyung.” He pleaded, dragging out the end of the ‘please’, making me chuckle.

“I’m just getting in the car now baby boy. I’ll be back soon. Give me five minutes.” I said as I unlocked my car and got in, throwing my stuff over to the passenger seat.

“Okay, hyung.” Tae said, smiling. I could hear it in his voice. “Oh, and hyung?”

“Yes baby?” I said as I set the phone in its holder and put it on speaker so I could start driving.

“I have a surprise for you.” He sang, giggling after. “I think you’ll like it a lot.”

“Oh, I look forward to it, baby.” I said as I reached a traffic light that was just outside the building. As I looked around, I caught a glimpse of lace stuffed by the seat. I frowned and reached over, pulling at it to get a closer look at what it was. I smiled and shook my head as I realised that it was a pair of Tae’s panties. He had obviously hidden them in here, seeing how they were strategically concealed.

Wearing lingerie was something Tae loved to do. He wore it all the time, not that any of us complained. He looked so cute, but so beautiful and breathtaking at the same time. My personal favourite was when he wore one of my oversized shirts with a pair of panties underneath, the lace framing his ass perfectly. Tae was the subbiest out of all of us, with Jimin and Jungkook a close second. Jin would sometimes sub and sometimes dom, but me, Joon and Hobi were the doms. I wondered if this is what his surprise would be.

“Oh, baby, I have something of yours.” I said.

“What is it?” Tae asked curiously. I could hear the duvet covers moving around as he shuffled on our bed. Each of us shared a room. It was me and Tae, Jimin and Hobi, and Joon, Jin and Kookie. Some nights, there would be more of us sleeping together, and some nights we would all sleep with each other. That was usually if one of us was really stressed or really upset and needed comfort from everyone. I wouldn’t need that tonight. I knew Tae would be able to cuddle away all my worries. I would be able to make it up tomorrow. I could get one of the others to help me.

“I’ll let you guess, baby. It was in my car and they are lacy.” I hinted. I heard him swallow before he took a deep breath.

“Am I in trouble?” Tae asked, his voice a lot quieter. “I’m sorry, I put them in there as a just in case, you know how you like to rip them off me.” He added quickly.

“I’m not angry at you baby boy.” I said, keeping my voice calm. “It was a nice surprise.”

“It was?” I could hear the smirk in Tae’s voice. “Then you’re going to like what I have for you here in bed... Master...”

As soon as he said this, I felt what could have been all my blood rush to my dick. “I’m almost home, baby.” I said, clearing my throat and palming myself to relieve the feeling I had. I let out quiet and breathy moan.

“Are you touching yourself, master?” Tae asked. “Are you getting your big cock nice and hard for me?”

“I want you ready for me when I get in, puppy.” I said as I pulled the car into the driveway of the apartment complex where our dorm was.

“I’ll be waiting for you, Master.” Tae said excitedly, ending the call.

I turned off the engine of the car and sat there for a few moments, trying to calm myself down slightly. I would give him a slight punishment - he knew not to leave things in the car, no matter how arousing it would be for me, and he had also teased me slightly.

I walked into the house and spied Jungkook sat on the sofa, mindlessly flicking through the channels on the TV. So, he had waited up for me. Might as well if he wants to join in the fun with me and Tae.

“Kookie, baby.” I said, walking over to squat down in front of him. As I came into his line of vision, a bunny smile formed on his face.

“Hyungie, you’re back.” Jungkook flung his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Hey, bunny.” I stroked his hair and turned my head to kiss his lips gently. “Baby, TaeTae and I are going to be having some fun in a second. Do you want to join us?”

Jungkook looked at me, his chocolate eyes sparkling. He hummed in agreement and nodded his head. “Bunny wants to help please Master and TaeTae.” He said, instantly slipping into his subspace.

“Okay, bunny.” I said, standing up with him still wrapped around my neck. He whined when I tried to push him off so I could walk upstairs. “Do you want me to carry you?” My cute little bunny nodded eagerly, so I picked him up and carried him towards mine and Tae’s bedroom. “Alright, bunny, let’s go say hi to TaeTae. Master has to punish him a bit though, first. You can go freshen up first if you want.” I suggested.

Jungkook nodded before leaning forward to kiss me. I reached down and squeezed him through his sweatpants, causing him to let out a shaky whine. “Master, please.”

“Go freshen up baby. When you’re done you can come straight in.” I said, setting him on his way with a pat to his bum.

I pushed open the door to Tae’s room and saw him kneeling on the bed. But what really took my breath away was what he was wearing. It was a lace bodysuit that had bows decorating it. I couldn’t see his ass, but I already knew that there would be nothing covering it. There were small bows fastened to the tops of his thighs, holding the bodysuit in place. To top it all off he had a collar fastened around his neck.

“Fuck, puppy. Look at you. So beautiful for me.” I said, walking over to him and tracing his lips with my finger. “I believe these belong to you.” I pulled the lace out of my pocket and tossed it at him. He caught it with one hand and smirked at me.

“Did you like your surprise, master?” He asked coyly, looking up at me. I moved my hand to hold his face in place, cupping his chin.

“I love it, puppy, but you know the rules. You don’t leave things in my car, do you?”

“No, master.” Tae looked down in shame. “‘M sorry. I just wanted it to be there as a backup.”

“Puppy, do you wanna know why I rip them off you?” I asked, kneeling down in front of him. He tilted his head at me in confusion. “Because I love the idea that you are wearing nothing beneath your clothes and that if you have one slip up, you would be exposed.” I trailed my finger down his chest and circled it around his tip.

“Master, please.” He begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. It was a mistake.” I could see that he was almost fully hard, his cock was straining against the fabric of his bodysuit.

“You wanna make it up to me? Turn over and on my knee.” I ordered, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, master.” Tae leant across my lap, his stomach resting on my knees. I smirked when I saw his exposed ass, all round and ready for me.

“Now, puppy. Kookie will be joining us soon, so we’d better make your initial punishment quick.” I said, kneading the globes of his ass. It wasn’t as big as Jimin’s, but Tae definitely had a beautiful ass. “How many do you think you deserve, pup?”

“At least 20, master. I was naughty.” Tae almost moaned out.

“Yes you were, puppy. Very naughty. You also teased master when he was coming home.” I sighed. “But, I guess my puppy likes being punished, doesn’t he?” Tae was silent. I smacked his ass hard, causing the flesh to jiggle. “Doesn’t he?” I repeated.

“Yes, master.” He said after he had yelped. I could feel how hard he was pressing against my thigh.

“I think I may give you 25, how does that sound?”

“Good, master.”

“And after each one, you thank me. You need to learn to obey, don’t you puppy?”

“Yes, master. I do.”

“Count, dumb pup.” I began to slap his ass. Each time he counted and thanked me. At 25, he was sobbing in pain and pleasure, rutting against my thigh. I pulled him up so he was straddling my lap. “Such a good boy, taking your punishment so well.” I praised him, making him smile at me lazily. “So I think my puppy deserves a reward?” Tae nodded excitedly so I pushed him down so he was kneeling on the floor.

I stroked his hair out of his face. “I want you to suck me off, pup.” I said, tugging on his hair gently. His hair was always curly and floppy, always soft to the touch. I stroked my fingers through it lazily as he played with the zipper on my pants, before tugging at them to pull them down. I quickly stood up and allowed him to pull them down with my boxers before I sat back down.

His eyes widened when I came into his eyeline, his mouth instantly watering. His hand cautiously reached out and wrapped around me, giving me a few strokes. I inhaled sharply and hissed at the feeling of his calloused palm wrapped around me. “No hands, baby. Just your mouth.” I said after a few seconds, batting his hand away.

He set his hands on my thighs and sat up a bit so he was level with my dick. His mouth opened eagerly and before I knew it, the tip of my dick was engulfed in his warm, wet mouth. I tilted my head back and groaned, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging, earning some quiet moans from my puppy.

I looked down and saw his big eyes staring up at me as his mouth took more of me in. “Fuck, you look so pretty baby.” I cooed, tracing his lips that were stretched around me. “All stuffed full of my cock. I know you can take more though.” I gently pushed at his head, making him take more of me in until my tip hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly as tears sprung from his eyes. “Now, you can stay just like that until Jungkook comes and then your real punishment can begin, hmm?”

Taehyung nodded, choking on my dick as it went further down his throat. “Careful pup. Don’t hurt yourself.” I said, wiping away the tears that were trailing down his face from the intrusion in his throat. He always looked so beautiful like this.

After a couple of minutes, Jungkook came into the room, his mouth opening slightly as he took in the sight in front of him. “Hey bunny.” I said, beckoning him over. “Doesn’t TaeTae look so pretty?”

“TaeTae always looks so pretty, master.” Jungkook said, his voice barely a whisper.

I took Jungkook’s hand and pulled him on the bed as I pushed Tae off of me. “Okay, here’s what is going to happen. Tae, puppy, you are going to sit on the other side of the bed and watch as I play with Koo until I decide that you can join us.” Taehyung nodded and scrambled to the other side of the bed, his cock hanging heavily between his legs, begging for release. It was a dark colour, signalling how desperate he was for release, but I wasn’t going to let him have it. Not yet. He got himself comfortable and was about to start stroking himself when I added the next part. “And no touching yourself, pup.”

Tae’s bottom lip started to wobble slightly. “Oh, please, master. Please. I need to cum so bad.”

I looked at him and smiled as I helped Kookie undress. “No, dumb pup. You’ve been naughty. You need to prove that you deserve it.”

Tae looked like he had been slapped. “O-Okay, master. I’ll be good.” He said, trapping his hands between his thighs and the mattress. Once I was sure that he wasn’t going to disobey my orders, I turned my attention back to a now naked Jungkook.

“Look at my beautiful boy.” I smiled as I stroked my hand down his chest, feeling his abs, before travelling down to his thighs to squeeze them gently. It was known that Jungkook had a thigh kink. He would always have to have his hands on someone’s thighs, squeezing them and sometimes sucking at them if we were having fun with each other. “He has such big thighs.” I bent my head down to suck at them, causing a whiny moan to spill from his parted lips.

“Master, please.” He looked at me with his doe eyes shining.

“Please what, bunny? Do you want master to touch you here?” I traced my finger along his dick, earning a quiet groan from him. His dick was long and pretty, the mushroomed head a darker shade than the rest of it. It twitched as I traced the vein along it. I trailed my finger down to his ass. “Or here?” I circled his hole, earning a moan and a breathy yes from him.

I hooked his legs over my shoulders and wrapped my lips around his hole, stroking my tongue over his puckered hole, making him jolt forward slightly. “Ah, Master.” He moaned as I licked at him. He tasted musty and his shower gel and something that was distinctly Jungkook. I prodded at his hole with my tongue before pushing it into him, licking at his walls, coaxing high pitched whines and moans out of him. “Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook cried out, so I pulled away, leaving his hole shining with my saliva.

“Bunny, do you want me to stretch you out first, or can you take me?” I asked, as I kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on my tongue.

“I can take it, master.” Jungkook said eagerly. I nodded and kissed him again as I pushed my dick against his hole. The head pushed past the ring of muscle with some resistance until I was fully sheathed inside of him. “Ah,” Jungkook had his mouth open in pleasure, beautiful sounds spilling out of me as he adjusted to my size. “You’re so big master. You stretch me out so good. Feel so full.”

He was so warm, wrapped around me, and so tight. He was always tight no matter how often we fucked him, or with how many dicks he was fucked with at once. I moved my hips back before snapping them back in, causing the both of us to moan. Each thrust got faster and harder until Jungkook was a moaning mess, writhing around beneath me.

There was a whimper from next to us and I looked up to see Taehyung, watching us while tears poured down his face. “Yellow.” Tae hated to be left out when he was in his subspace. He always had to be doing something and not just watching. “Master, please.” He begged when he saw me watching him. “Please, I’m sorry. Just let me join in.”

I looked at Jungkook who had been watching me and him carefully. “Shall we let him join us?” I asked the boy underneath me. He nodded eagerly.

“I wan’ him to ride me.” Jungkook requested. “While you fuck me.”

“Okay, bunny.” I said, stroking his hair. I pulled out of him carefully to get Tae and comfort him. “Hey, puppy, you’re okay. You took your punishment so well. Master is so proud of you.” I said, hugging him tight. “Such a good boy.” I kissed his lips gently as I wiped away his tears. “Especially for telling me you didn’t feel comfortable anymore.”

“Thank you, master.” Taehyung smiled at me, his eyes still slightly teary. I reached down and pumped him a bit, smearing his precum around his dick.

“Look how wet you are, puppy.” I cooed as he crawled over to Jungkook. He leaned forward to kiss Jungkook. While he did this, I squirted some lube on my fingers and pushed two into him, making sure he was properly stretched out. I thrusted them into him for a bit before adding a third. Once I was sure he was ready, I nodded at him. “Go sit on Kookie’s cock baby.” I said. He lowered himself down slowly, causing both of them to moan loudly. Once Tae was fully seated, I pushed myself back into Kook, making him moan again. “How are you feeling, bun?”

“Feels s’ good.” Kookie said, looking kind of spaced. “Please, ‘m green.” I began to move inside him, making him grip onto Tae’s thighs and moan out loud. Tae began to bounce on his dick, moans coming out of his mouth. I reached around and started to stroke Tae’s dick in time to my thrusts inside Jungkook. Tae’s moans got louder and louder, signalling he was getting very close. I could feel my lower stomach tightening, signalling I was about to come.

“Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook whined, earning a noise of agreement from Tae.

“You can both come.” I allowed, stroking Tae even faster. He began to shake as Kookie began to buck up his hips due to how close he was. I knew Tae would come extra hard if I talked dirty to him, so I did. Jungkook was already close to cumming, but as soon as Tae came I would finish so I didn’t want him to be overstimulated by it all.

“Tae, puppy. Get off Kookie a second.” I said, tapping his bum which was now starting to bruise. Tae looked over his shoulder at me, looking as if he might cry. “You still get to come, puppy. I just wanna see you. Get back on Koo facing me.” I explained. Tae nodded and got off, turning himself around before lowering himself back down. I caught sight of his beautiful face, his mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as Jungkook’s cock split him open. “Now lie down so your back is against Koo’s stomach.” Tae obeyed and let him lie back. “Koo, bun, lift up his legs so I can see your dick going into his pretty hole.” Kook obeyed, wrapping his arms around Tae’s thighs and almost folding him in half. I almost came at the sight in front of me. Tae’s hole was so stretched around Jungkook’s cock, making it become slightly swollen.

I smirked at Tae before stroking around his hole and Kook’s dick with my thumb. “So pretty, puppy, letting bunny stretch you out like this. I bet you can’t wait for him to fill you with his cum, painting your insides white. Or maybe you’d like both of us in there. Imagine how it would feel, both of us splitting your pretty hole open, gaping you out so much all our cum would just come back out of you. Both of our cocks rubbing against your walls.” I reached out and began stroking his cock, seeing his face scrunch up and his body tense. He was right on the edge. “I bet it would make you come instantly. We’d have to maybe put a cock ring on you to stop you cumming too early. But you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, master. I’d love it.” Tae was breathless. “Oh, I’m so close.” He whined, letting his head tilt back on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“But we’d have to stretch out your little hole even more.” I smiled, pushing my thumb into his hole alongside Kook’s cock. Tae let out a scream, his body going still.

“You sound so pretty, TaeTae.” Kook said, stroking up and down his thighs. “Bet you’re so wrecked down there.” He reached down and pushed one of his fingers into Tae, next to mine. “Master, can we plug my cum inside him?” Kook asked.

“Of course we can bunny.” I said. “But we need this puppy to cum first.” I looked at Tae, whose body was jerking. “Aww, look at him. He’s going to come so hard.” I stroked him even faster before leaning down and taking his entire length into my mouth. I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks. Tae let out a silent scream as he came hard, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

I swallowed some of his cum, loving the salty tang of it before leaning over him to kiss Kook, transferring some to his mouth. Kook moaned at the taste, making Tae whine. Of course he wanted to have some. I moved to kiss Tae, transferring the last of it to his mouth. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“You’re such a cumslut, pup.” I chuckled, now starting to thrust hard into Kookie, chasing my own orgasm. Kookie’s breaths started coming out as short, high-pitched moans as his own orgasm drew nearer and nearer.

“I’m gonna cum, master.” Kookie warned as his hole clamped down on me, making me unable to move. The pulsing and constant contracting of his walls made me spill into him as he spilled into Tae. Both of us moaned as we released. I fell forward and leant my head on Tae’s stomach as I caught my breath.

“Both of you did so good.” I said as I carefully pulled out of Jungkook. “Koo, do you want a plug?” The boy nodded so I moved over to my bedside table and pulled out one of the four plugs I had in there. One for each sub. I walked back over to the pair who were still connected to each other. I pushed the trail of cum that had come out of Kookie back into him and pushed the plug into him.

“And me!” Tae exclaimed. I chuckled and got his out of the drawer.

“Alright, baby. Let’s get you off Koo, hmm?” I gently pulled him off Koo and pushed the plug into him. “How are you both feeling?” I asked, looking at both of them.

“Tired.” Tae replied.

“Good.” Jungkook replied at the same time. He had a sleepy smile plastered on his face.

“Okay, that’s good. Tae baby, you gotta stay awake for a bit longer. I need to clean you up, and put some lotion on you.” I said, gently stroking his hair as he looked at me with his eyes half shut.

He whined slightly, moving so he was sat on my lap. I could feel the plastic of the plug nestled between his ass cheeks pushing into my thigh. “Can I have a bath?” He asked, his head laying on my shoulder.

“Sure baby.” I said. “Do you and Koo want to have one together?” I looked at them both as they nodded their heads. “Alright babies.” I stroked Tae’s hair gently. “Let’s take these plugs out of you, okay?” Kook nodded and bent over slightly so I could pull it out of him. He hissed as his hole stretched around the bulbous plastic, followed by the dripping of my cum out of him. “Okay, KooKoo, why don’t you go and start the bath and I’ll get Tae ready.”

“Okay hyungie.” Jungkook pressed a quick kiss to my lips before padding into my adjoined bathroom and starting the bath.

“Okay, Taebaby, I need you to stand up.” I said softly to the sleepy boy on my lap.

He groaned and looked up at me, his eyes narrowed. “Why?” He asked.

“I need to take your plug out, love.” I said. “It’s going to hurt you later otherwise.” He opened his mouth to protest but I pressed a finger to his lips. “No buts baby, I’m taking it out.” I laid him down on the bed and gently pulled it out of him, allowing Jungkook’s cum to spill out of him.

“Want some.” Tae whispered, looking at me. I sighed and swiped some of the cum onto my fingers and let him suckle it off.

“Now, bath time.” I said, pulling him up so he was standing on his own two feet and leading him into the bathroom.

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A few hours later, we were all cuddled up in bed. I had had trouble falling asleep - the stress from losing all my work was still looming in the back of my mind. I had told my manager, but he must have been asleep when I sent the message.

Tae hummed in his sleep as he curled into my side even more, Jungkook spooning him from behind. They both looked peaceful as they slept, not a hint of worry on their perfect faces.

My phone began to buzz, cutting through the silent atmosphere like a hot knife through butter. I unwrapped Tae from around myself and sat up answering the phone. “Hello?” I asked in a hushed voice as I disentangled myself from the blankets.

“Yoongi-ah? I need those tracks by 8am in the morning. You’re going to have to keep working on them.” My manager said, sounding quite annoyed. My heart began beating faster as I felt the stress and anxiety begin to build back up inside of me. “You should have stayed later and fixed your mistake.” I slipped out of the room and closed the door.

“My mistake?!” I was pissed. It was not my fault that the systems crashed and deleted everything. Do I control all the computers at the company? No! If anything they should be badgering IT to see if they can recover some of the files. “The computers crashed as I went to save it. Can’t IT recover them? That is eight hours of work lost!”

“No they can’t. That’s why I’m calling. I need you to come in right now and try to redo them the same.” He requested. “I’m sorry about this, but I just need those otherwise you will miss the deadline and your mixtape will have to be delayed further.”

“I think we need to get better computers. Those ones are getting kind of old and slow.” I said.

“Don’t blame the machinery Yoongi-ssi.” He said shortly. “Come in now or no mixtape this year. And you wouldn’t want to disappoint ARMY, would you?”

I scoffed. Now he’s guilt-tripping me. “I’ll be in in about half an hour. Let me get changed and get my stuff together.” I said.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” He hung up the phone and I let out a noise of frustration before going back into the room, closing the door as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake up the sleeping babies. I looked over at the bed and let a fond smile ghost over my face. Taehyung’s hair had now flopped in front of his face and his arms were outstretched to the spot where I had previously been sleeping.

I felt bad for leaving them alone, but I really didn’t have a choice. I walked into my wardrobe and pulled out a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants and quickly changed into them. I pulled on a beanie and grabbed my lyric books before grabbing a pair of shoes and sliding them on.

I must have been a bit too loud because there was rustling in the bed and I saw Taehyung patting around with his hand. He sat up and squinted at me sleepily. “Hyungie? Where you goin’?” His voice was heavy with sleep. “What time is it?”

“It’s early, love. Go back to sleep. I need to go in to the studio.” I said, walking over to him to kiss him goodbye. “Come on lie back down.”

“But you were there all day yesterday.” He complained, whining slightly.

“I know, baby, I know. But all my work got deleted so I need to go back in to redo it.” I said. “And if I don’t meet the deadline then my mixtape will get pushed back even further and that wouldn’t be fair to ARMY.”

“But these songs aren’t even for your mixtape! They’re blackmailing you!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I wanna come with you.”

“Baby, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” I said, pushing his hair back out of his face.

“No it is! I could help you, and you always say two brains are better than one. We can get it done faster.” He argued, sounding determined. “And we can tell Kookie so he won’t get confused when he wakes up. We can leave him a note. Pleaseeeeee.”

I sighed. “Okay, fine. But get dressed quickly.”

Y/N POV:

I shivered under some of the clothes as I lay on the bench. I was too scared to sleep. He could appear at any moment and drag me home to give me the beating of a lifetime, and this time he could actually kill me.

Every time I heard footsteps I would freeze and not move, hoping that it wasn’t him, and that if it was, he wouldn’t see me. It was getting colder though, and I knew I would have to move in order to keep myself from getting hypothermia.

I knew there was one thing that would be able to calm me down, and it would also keep me warm. I rifled through my pockets, trying to locate my headphones. My fingers wrapped around the wire and pulled it out. I groaned. They were all tangled and knotted. I began to pick them apart, finally freeing the individual earbuds. I plugged it into my phone and scrolled through my music until I picked a song that I wanted to dance to. Spring Day. It cheered me up a lot, and I loved the dance.

The notes flowed through my body, twisting and turning to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes. My body moved like the waves in this ocean of music, bending and stretching at the crests and troughs. I loved it. As I danced, I allowed my thoughts to

I had started dance when I was three. My mother had insisted that I was going to be a prima ballerina, or a professional dancer in a company, so she had me enrolled in any kind of dance you could think of. Baby ballet, baby tap, baby jazz, baby contemporary, baby street dance, baby modern, baby music theatre. Most of my life was spent dancing. As I got older, she put me into singing, art and drama classes. I dropped some of the dance classes: tap, modern and jazz. I was happy.

Then came the arguments. My mother and father started arguing over the amount of money that was being spent on me. We were quite a well-off family, both of my parents has respectable jobs with a decent salary. Income was good, and there was even some wiggle room for nice holidays. That was, until my dad became addicted to alcohol and spent all of our savings on the drink until there was barely anything left.

My mother had to put some away secretly just to be able to pay for bills and my extra curriculars. But he found out, and that’s when the arguments started. I was eight at the time. He would accuse her of not trusting him, and she would accuse him of being an alcoholic and how that wasn’t a good environment for me to be in.

The arguing would last for at least three hours each night and would end with one of them storming out the house. Most nights it was my father - probably to get even more drunk. My mother would slam the door to their bedroom and dissolve into tears. I would hear her sobbing herself to sleep, but I was too scared to comfort her.

One day, after a year or so, my father stormed out that door and never came back. My mother said it was for the best; in my mind, though, it was my fault. I was the one who had all the dance lessons and singing lessons and drama lessons and art lessons. I was the one who was using all their money. He liked to tell me that when my mother would storm out. He also liked to hit me. When my mother found the bruises and cuts, she lost it. That was what caused the arguments to get worse.

Things got better after he left. My mother got happier, found a new boyfriend. He was nice, buying me the latest iPhone or laptop. We were all happy.

And then I met him. He was the perfect boyfriend: kind, loving, everything you would want. But that’s the thing about love. It’s blind. It would be a few months before I realised who he was behind the mask he put on everyday. I should have realised that the relationship was moving too quickly. He asked me to move in with him after we had been together for just three months. As soon as I set foot inside that house, the door locked behind me, and the key hidden somewhere I could never find it.

After a couple of weeks, the verbal abuse started. The name calling and insults and threats over something unimportant, like slightly burnt potatoes. I brushed it off as something normal. After all, it was my fault. I was the one who turned the oven up too high.

Then came the physical abuse. At first it started off as slaps and small beatings, but it eventually lead up to him getting out his belt and whacking it across my face every night before beating me up with his fists. I don’t know what exactly caused him to do it. Sometimes he said it was me looking at another man, and other times it was just because of my presence. Either way, it was my fault and I deserved them.

I tried to leave him. But he caught me, and I almost ended up in hospital from the force of his beating. My skin was mottled blue and purple for weeks. It was then I started self-harming. It was my fault.

I twirled as the song came to an end, catching sight of a figure standing in the shadow of the trees. My breath hitched in my throat. Had he found me? If he had, he was going to kill me for sure.

Yoongi POV:

Just as I had thought Tae had fallen asleep on my couch, bundled up in my hoodie about an hour after we arrived at the studio. We had already retrieved the majority of the songs though.

He had got to work immediately, perching on my lap as he sang the demo song over the backing music, which thankfully I had saved. I loved Taehyung’s voice - it was deep and sultry, which was actually something that contrasted greatly to his personality he showed in private. After we’d been working for about fifty minutes, he began to yawn, curling up and leaning against my shoulder, watching me put together the backing tracks and the vocals and moving things around to create the songs. His favourite was ‘Black Swan’.

“‘M sleepy, hyungie.” He mumbled against my collarbone.

I reached up and stroked his hair gently. “You can go and sleep on the couch. I’m almost done, baby.” He looked up at me through sleepily squinted eyes.

“You sure? I think I can stay awake a bit longer?” He said, yawning again. When he yawned he sometimes looked like a baby puppy.

“No, baby, you’re tired.” I said, rubbing his back. “Go on, do you want my hoodie?” I asked.

“Mhm.” He nodded his head. He slid off my lap and made grabby hands at my hoodie. I pulled it off, leaving me in my white v-neck top, and handed it to him. He pulled it on and lay down on the couch, closing his eyes and almost instantly falling asleep. I smiled at him fondly before turning back to my work.

I only had one song left to do - my solo song on the album. I searched through my files, only to realise that my work on it had all disappeared. I groaned and saved everything before shutting my computer down. I needed to go for a quick walk to clear my head. I turned to look at Tae, who was curled on the couch in a deep sleep. The park I would go to to clear my head is only a five minute walk away from here. I would be thirty minutes tops. He wouldn’t wake up hopefully, and if he did, I was only a phone call away.

I grabbed my extra hoodie and pulled on my jacket, gently closing the door to my studio. I walked out of the building and made my way to the park.

It was cold outside. The air bit at my exposed cheeks and nose as I walked. I pulled a mask on to insulate them. The park was calming and whenever I went there, it was quiet and if there was anyone there, they were elderly and didn’t know who I was.

I walked through the gate of the park, pushing the squeaky barrier open. It appeared deserted, which wasn’t surprising considering that it was four am. But I still kept my guard up; you never know what crackheads will be around.

I was walking through the trees towards my favourite thinking bench when I saw her. She was dancing to some very familiar choreography. I stopped in my tracks. She was a beautiful dancer. I watched, awestruck as she flawlessly twirled and flipped and turned. It was then I recognised it. It was Jimin’s choreography in Spring Day. She must be a fan. She twirled one last time and stopped, facing me. Her face twisted into a look of terror as she ran to gather her things. On the bench I noticed, was a backpack and a pile of clothes.

“Wait!” I yelled after her, chasing her to talk to her. It was clear that something was troubling her, and I wanted to help her, not caring that she was an ARMY. “Let me help you! Please!” I caught up to her at the bench, where she had slightly calmed down. As soon as we made eye contact, something strange happened. All the greyscale colours in my world that I had grown used to melted away. My eyes were filled with dark greens and blues, clearly because of the darkness, but the moonlight shone down on her.

She was breath-taking. Her hair was a shiny, vibrant, Y/H/C, and her eyes shone like Y/E/C gems. She was holding her breath in surprise, probably recognising who I was.

“You’re Min Yoongi.” She said. “You’re my soulmate. This can’t be happening.” She was shocked and confused.

But I didn’t know what to do. Now that I had found my soulmate, did that mean I had to leave the others? We had never discussed the possibility of this happening. I looked at the girl in front of me and decided that I couldn’t leave her. Not like this. She looked scared, and from the looks of things, she was homeless. I had to look after her. And I swore to myself that I would. Until the end of time.

#angst #fluff #yoongi x reader #moonlight #soulmate au #bts poly #bts ot7 #lil meow meow yoongi #switch!jin #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #dom!hoseok #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin

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Freaky Holidays (3)

Originally Seventeen 14th member

Hayun’s Masterlist

“With only 1 days until December 25th, the Christmas spirit turn things around and make us wonder: What would happen if Hayun was a BTS oc?”

a/n: so I’ve wanted to do a oc/group swap for the longest time and the occasion just sort of fell into place. I tried not to make it too centered around the festivities but it was kind of inevitable so apologies to those who don’t celebrate it, next week things will go back to normal. Please let me know what you thought of it, your feedback is always welcome💙

Putting on the candy cane onesie she had since pre-debut, Hayun connected her phone to the dorm’s Bluetooth system and started playing a trap version of Jingle Bell Rock. Smiling satisfied once she heard a couple of laughs erupting from the kitchen, the girl made her way to breakfast smiling smug.

“Why do you have to do this every year?” Jin managed to say as he took a deep breath, but once she took out a pair of red ray bans and put them on they all resumed laughing.

“Merry Christmas Eve bitches” Hayun T-posed in front of them before taking the sunglasses off, pausing the music, and sitting on the table normally. “Sorry about that”

“And the streak continues” J-hope giggled high fiving her and putting a plate of pancakes in front of her “We ordered breakfast because we knew you’d be too hyped to help us make food”

“But I almost never help?” The girl frowned smiling suspiciously before laughing again “Just admit you didn’t want to cook for once”

“Okay, we admit that we’re adjusting to your ‘make the 24th’s morning the real holiday for Bangtan’ protest” Namjoon rolled his eyes taking a sip from his glass

“See, my protest is perfect. We’re usually busy on the 25th, so it makes total sense to celebrate one day earlier” She articulated with her fork making Jimin laugh once again. “I’m serious”

“I’m aware” He fanned his face to calm down and shoot her a wink “You’re a genius, unmatched and all of that”

“Compliment accepted”

“You just forgot one loophole that we’re also busy today” Yoongi chuckled, turning her face into a bored one, and imitated her little dance “Cheer up Hayun-ah. It’s Christmas Eve”

Rolling her eyes and dancing back, Hayun reached out for two pancakes, staking them slightly on top of each other she took out the whipped cream and added it to the entire thing. Finishing by tearing little slices of bread and strategically putting them on top of the white surface.

Picking up the plate, she turned it around to the table and cheerfully said “It’s a snowman”

One by one, the boys looked at her creepy creation and then at each other, most of them with judgmental/questioning stares and Jungkook who was trying hard not to laugh.

“I might have nightmares with this later” Taehyung calmly said, his shocked face going back to normal as he nonchalantly sipped some juice.

“You guys still didn’t get in the spirit” The girl scoffed, placing the plate back down and reaching for a clean one so she could serve herself.

“I was in the spirit, that might have taken it away” Jungkook mumbled under his breath and she slapped him in the arm. “Ow, my bad”

“Talking about spirit” Namjoon cleaned his throat in a way Hayun could tell what he was going to bring up “Let’s all hope this next year you get in the mood to finally finish your mixtape”

“Wow, really Hayun? I put out two and you didn’t even make one yet” Yoongi playfully shook his head and J-Hope added something like “Hayun World isn’t going to make itself”

“It’s really good to know that the whole time I spend in the studio helping you guys with our stuff means nothing,” The girl said in a mocking tearing up tone “I see how it is. I see”

“She’s been helping me a lot” Taehyung raised his hand and she pointed at him to emphasize what he had said.

“Yoongi Oppa never acknowledges me in his studio, but so you all know I am there most days” She crossed her arms counting on her fingers the amount of stuff she had helped them with.

“Yah, stop talking. We get it” Jin cut her off throwing a slice of bread on her face and laughing.

“No, I don’t think you do. I also” Hayun kept going but got interrupted by Jungkook picking up the bread and shoving it into her mouth until she was chewing on it.

“Wow, I’ve never seen someone talking so much right after they wake up,” He said and paused to yawn, unconsciously adding to his point.

“Hayun-ah” Jimin caught the girl’s attention and she looked over to him and nodded for him to proceed since she was still chewing “I see your efforts. Thank you for helping us” He said, doing an awkward heart with his hands.

“Okay, why are you being so nice to me today?” Her eyebrows were raised after chewing and Jimin waved her closer, both of them standing up and meeting halfway from where they were sitting at the table as he hugged her patting her head.

Whispering to her, Jimin tried his best not to laugh “I lost the ugly sweater you told me to wear today” He ended with a giggle and bolted running to his room.

“You’re not going after him?” Hobi said, impressed and she shrugged, sitting again and holding his and Jungkook’s hands as she smiled peacefully.

“It’s the Christmas spirit in me, toning down the urge to murder someone” Letting out a breath, she got up and took her phone off the onesie’s pocket. Turning back on the music, she T-posed again and sat down going back to her meal as she and the boys grooved to the Christmas song.

#Hayun #kpop addition #kpop au #kpop oc #kpop female oc #kpop female addition #kpop female member #k pop #k pop au #k pop addition #koc #female!kpop #female!oc #female!addition #female!koc #female!idol #seventeen 14th member #bts 8th member #bts x oc

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A Jikook Guide to RunBTS: 81-90

Jikook really seem to be feeling some kind of way in a lot of these episodes. Meanwhile, the Run editors (or whoever writes the on-screen text) are getting increasingly sassy and I am here for it!

As usual, let me know if I’ve missed anything or should take another look at something. :)

Ep 81 “BTS VR Part 1" (Ep: 2 / KM: 3)

The ones where we are again reminded that watching people play arcade games doesn't make for the best TV (but at least the guys are having fun!)

2:49 - JM puts his arm around JK as teams are announced.

4:20 - When JM is joking around about being on a VR train, he directs his silliness at JK and they are the only two laughing.

4:54 - JK puts his hands on JM's back to guide him to the next room.

5:00 - JK says that Jimin loves things like this.

6:37 - JM directs his comment that he feels motion sick to JK. JK laughs and says it'll be fun.

7:50 - Jimin laughs delightedly as he watches JK act like he's controlling the skateboard in the VR.

16:23,17:07 - Some teleporting happens where JK and JM go from being on either side of RM to being right next to each other.

17:55 - JM playfully shoves JK as he does a celebratory dance in the background.

19:56 - JM compliments JK's stable driving.

21:55 - After JM brags that he'll win everything, JK shoves his chest and they have a brief exchange with each other that is unsubtitled.

28:51 - JM has his arm around JK again.

BEHIND

0:29 - JK puts his arm around JM (over V's arm).

3:08 - Jimin watches and jokes with JK as JK pretends he's controlling the VR experience that he's doing.

8:39 - JK and JM are joking around with each other until Hobi interrupts them to tell Jimin to get out of Suga's gamespace.

Ep 82 "BTS VR Part 2" (Ep: 3 / KM: 3)

4:35 - Suga tries to get Jimin in on a plan to shove JK while he's doing the VR tower game, but JM declines, saying it wouldn't scare JK, anyway. He seems to be correct, as JK immediately starts playing around and JM ends up on the floor laughing at his antics.

7:59 - When Jimin is playing around with his height in the game, JK informs us that JM wants to be taller.

13:53 - JM compliments how well JK is doing in the game

19:44 - JK comes and leans over JM's shoulder to look at his controller.

20:59 - JK had moved away after V joined them, but returns to JM's shoulder once it's free again.

26:11 - JK has his arms around both V and JM when it's announced that they won.

BEHIND

2:37 - After JK says he's not good at the type of game coming up, JM briefly touches his back (in what I read as a comforting gesture, but I'm trying to to go overboard on editorializing...)

Ep 83 "Summer Outing Part 1" (Ep: 3, KM: 2)

The water park one where everyone is terrible at pool volleyball

01:34 - Jimin directs his unheard query about the game they're playing to JK and then keeps looking in his direction despite JK not giving any answers.

2:12 - It's kind of adorable how funny JK finds Jimin's crow imitation.

2:33 - JM keeps his eye on JK when they're doing a hand flip game to decide teams and seems to be poised to change his answer depending on JK's.

12:04 - After hitting a good shot over the net, JK asks someone "did you see that?" Next time the camera returns to them, JM seems to have swum over to JK to congratulate him (to be fair to Jimin, JK did look really hot doing it with wet hair).

16:12 - JK and JM high five after working together to get the ball back over the net.

BEHIND 0:26 - Hobi tells JK that he has an extra earring - pointing to a large hoop earring JK has hanging off one of his hoops - and tells him to remove it because he doesn't like it. JK says, "but I like it." Pointing this out because I've seen some jikookers speculate that JK is wearing one of JM's (as we see him do in Festa 2020). I think that's really cute, but I'm not sure it's accurate, as in Part 3 we see that JM has put all his earrings back in after all the water activities and JK still has the "extra" one. But don’t worry... there’s some undeniable jewelry-sharing coming up later!

03:15 - JM and JK paddle around adorably together. The caption labels them "Puppykitty and Kookbunny" <3

34:44 - JM and JK, the only two who appear to be truly invested in the outcome of this game, strategize together.

5:15 - JK and JM cutely exchange the ball while paddling.

10:10 - JM and JK joke with each other about how fast the boat was. When JK says, "he didn't listen to me" (which is already a very BF statement), he uses banmal.

11:42 - JK offers JM some food and then watches as JM lenas his head all the way back to eat the (phallic) food.

Ep. 84 "Summer Outing Part 2" (Ep: 3, KM: 2)

The water park one where JK is so much better than the others that they have to change the game so it’s JK vs everyone else

2:29 - JM seems to being trying to hold up JK on his back? No clue what they're aiming for, but both seem to be enjoying it.

10:09 - When JK returns from his turn on the water slide, JM puts his towel around his neck.

BEHIND 0:28 - JM supports JK as he tries to fish a shoe out of the water

0:44 - JM watches JK do pushups and makes a joke about how the whole dock is going to sink because he's so heavy (meaning muscular, not fat). JM moves closer to him and the camera cuts off.

5:41 - JK and JM lean in close to watch a replay of JM's jump and JK lightly makes fun of him.

Ep 85 "Summer Outing Part 3" (Ep: 4 / KM: 2)

The water park one where everyone except JM and JH are terrible at giving gifts

1:35 - JM proposes that, if JK wins the game, they call him "hyung" the rest of the day. JK looks surprised, but into it.

16:52 - JM asks JK for one bite of ramyeon. JK gives him a bunch in his bowl and says "this is how much I care about you."

32:40 - This is the true jewelry sharing moment of these episodes! We see that, through dinner, JK had on two silver chain bracelets. After dinner (where they all drank and goofed around), one is missing. Jimin has on long sleeves, but here you can see up them as he's opening his present and, sure enough, JM is wearing JK's missing bracelet! I think it's made even more interesting by the fact that it seems like he was trying to not make it obvious he was wearing it - he had it pushed pretty high up his arm and covered by his sleeve - you really wouldn't notice it unless you were looking for it...

Ep 86 "Hangul Day Special Part 1" (Ep: 2 / KM: 0.5)

The ones where you have no hope of playing along, so just enjoy that the guys are incapable of not saying the word "okay" despite promising not to use any English all episode...

^^^ Not jikook-related, could I couldn't not include this screenshot of the drawing JK left behind on his whiteboard

No moments in the episode itself.

BEHIND 0:31 - JM writes something on his whiteboard that I can't make out and then he and JK exchange funny faces

Ep 87 "Hangul Day Special Part 2" (Ep: 3 / KM: 1)

1:47 - JK puts his arm around JM's shoulders as he leans over him to see the map

BEHIND 0:42 - JK starts to hold JM's hand before doing the slate and then they joke around with each other

1:03 - Closer and longer shot of the above moment

Ep 88 "Hangul Day Special Part 3" (Ep: 3 / KM: 0.5)

No moments within the episode.

Ep 89 "BTS Gayo Returns Part 1" (Ep: 5 / KM: 4)

The ones where BTS has fun playing games that have to do with their music. It may not sound like much, but this is the show at its best. 6:28 - Jimin makes up a rule that JK has to draw an extra card because he forgot the choreo. It doesn't sound like much from the description, but Jimin's tone and smile make it feel rather flirty.

7:00 - It takes JK until here to realize that Jimin doing the above skipped his turn. When he expresses this, JM gives him a finger heart.

9:20 - Jimin tries to convince JK not to switch the card color using the look and low voice he did back in the New Years episode. No luck.

26:54 - When Jimin is supposed to be acting out song lyrics, he barely starts acting before JK guess the lyrics correctly, causing the others to ask if it's telepathy. They're both super excited and hug adorably until JHope starts pulling on JM's arm to get them to cool it. Then, Jimin heads back to his chair and is laughing so hard he falls out of it. A concerned JK comes over to check on him and ends up falling on top of him. They're both still laughing as JK helps JM up.

BEHIND 6:04 - Jimin finds JK's shouting so funny he is on the floor laughing, which makes JK crack up too as the rest of the group looks on confused. JHope eventually cuts it off by seating Jimin next to JK.

7:03 - Another angle on the falling over moment.

8:08 - Between-set-ups moment where JK and JM discuss the "telepathy" moment and JM tells JK "you're awesome."

Ep 90 "BTS Gayo Returns Part 2" (Ep: 5 / KM: 3)

3:54 - When JK misses hearing what the right answer is, he looks right to Jimin to tell him.

7:20 - After JK gets super excited after what turns out to be a wrong answer from RM, Jimin teases him and does the flirty chest tap thing.

18:07 - JM and JK jokingly dance part of the Fake Love choreo around each other, with Jimin adding in tapping JK's chest.

25:33 - When they all rearrange their chairs, JK moves his close to JM.

31:40 - When they're talking about memorable moments from this two-parter, JM brings up JK guessing the answer just from looking in his eyes

BEHIND 5:04 - JK keeps watching JM dancing after the others have all stopped.

#jikook #Kookmin #jikook guide to run bts #run bts

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huihuiheart · 4 years

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Goretober D1: Lost Hope - Ghost!Hoseok

Gender Neutral reader

Warnings:Ghosts, murder (including children), avenging, blood, gore, death, graves?,mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying, mentions of suicide, bones.

Word Count:2,309

Even after all these years that same fateful day haunted you. The day you lost your childhood friend. Not that anyone else would believe the truth even if you knew what it was. Insisting to your parents that you wanted to come home from college for the anniversary of Hoseok’s death, despite their advice. Not that it took much to get them to cave, you were an only child and if it needed comfort during that time, they’d let you come back for ‘comfort’. Only that’s not why you wanted to come back, at least not entirely.

Two years after Hoseok’s passing his parents had stopped letting you come over and sit in the yard the two of you had spent years playing in. The yard you knew held their secret. The year he “disappeared” and the two following they had let you come over and put together your little memory of Hoseok, telling them it was all his favorite things so he’d know to come back to you three. They got anxious though, noting how all three years you’d placed your little monument of his favorite things in the exact spot where they had buried him beneath.

You knew they were afraid you would figure out their secret, little did they know you’d known from the start. You didn’t know exactly how they’d done it, you thought that perhaps even his mother had some remorse over it. It at least appeared that way from how she’d cradled his bloodied lifeless form with tears streaming down her face while carrying him outside, silently following her husband’s direction. He’d dug up a spot nearby your shared fence all while you watched in the dead of night from your bedroom window. Mrs. Jung laid out a blanket and settled Hoseok’s body onto it, carefully wrapping him like there was a chance he’d get any colder at this point before settling him into the grave her husband had dug. Unable to watch she shook her head and turned to leave the work of hiding the body to her husband. Mr. Jung obviously did not share any of his wife’s grief, practically dancing on the grave. You knew Mr.Jung had never had the same love for his son that his wife had, but you’d never known it to be as bad as what you were seeing. The man went out as the sun peeked out across the sky to get flower garden supplies to hide the fresh plot of dirt.

The next day when they’d panicked and called the police you quickly learned that it was no confession of guilt, but instead an elaborate cover-up. Your parents were too busy sympathizing for the grief-stricken parents to listen when you’d tried to explain that it was all a ruse. Your parents made sure to keep you too occupied to be able to go bother the police with your made-up stories of murder. Even taking you to a therapist who dismissed it saying it was simply a coping mechanism for losing someone without explanation, especially at a young age. So that’s how you came to the conclusion that you’d keep it to yourself, simply honoring Hoseok the only ways you could. Since the Jungs had stopped letting you come over you’d put your things together on your family's side of the shared fence. It only took a year or two for the flowers from their yard to miraculously appear on your side of the fence while immediately dying on their side. That one of very few outward signs of the more sacred secret that you held onto.

The secret that Hoseok was still very much a part of your life. The ghost of your young friend surprised and terrified you both on the first night you grieved him. Agreeing to slip out each night that week to visit his grave in secret just to see him. At only 11 you’d assumed he’d be terrified, but he’d seemed focused solely on making sure you’d be okay. Telling you how to deal with your school bullies, to stay away from certain people, and that his friend group better look out for you or he’d be sure to haunt them. And just like that, the real reason behind your little tradition to honor Hoseok’s memory was born. He didn’t often visit you throughout the year, only making the occasional exception when you’d come to his grave at night heart battered and shattered to bits and weep over it muttering nonsensical things in the midst of your pain. Unbeknownst to you keeping tabs on all those responsible to deal with accordingly.

Tonight marked the first night of your usual week with Hoseok, whom you’d not seen since the year prior. The ghost had aged along with you to appear roughly 26 at this point, yet still a child at heart. Setting up your monument like usual in preparation for him. His favorite snacks and drinks out, a few of the flowers he’d caused to grow on your side of the fence in a vase on it along with some mementos; the teddy bear he’d gifted you, the last picture you two had taken together, and the bracelet you’d strategically dug his grave up a little to get to, the one he wore to always match the half that you wore.

Diligently you waited until the first light of morning, with no sign from him.

And again the second night as well.

Even a third night this went on. Something you never would have expected from Hoseok.

Finally, on the fourth night, the night that marked the date of his death he showed himself. Popping open the snacks and snickering at the sigh you gave, focus on the grass distraught at the thought your friend might not come. Until you heard the familiar sign of his presence though.

“Hobi! Geez! You kept me waiting, you know.” You huff with a small pout only making Hoseok let out a hearty laugh now. Laying back in the air he crosses his legs as he floats slow circles around you munching on his snacks.

“Did I worry you, little one?” Hoseok raises his brow watching your reactions with a small smirk.

“A little bit, yeah. I was afraid I’d forgotten something.” You admit shoulders drooping a little.

Hoseok hums, reaching out to brush his fingers against your cheek. To anyone else, it would seem like a simple chilling breeze, but you’d come to recognize and grow fond of the sensation that let you know he wanted to comfort you.

“You didn't, you've done perfectly little one. As always. I was just lost in thought. Planning really.” Hoseok shared and it causes your brows to furrow.

“Planning what?”

“Nothing that should be of any concern to you little one. It’s a mess you don’t need to be any part of.” Hoseok waves off your question, resuming laying on his back again.

“If it’s a concern of yours then it’s a concern of mine too, and you can’t even say anything about that considering you know I get that from you.” You stubbornly insist and the chuckle he gives at your response isn’t as light-hearted as his earlier laugh letting you know whatever was on the mind of the sunshiny ghost boy was rather serious.

“My time here is coming to an end little one.” Hoseok sighs, finding your eyes with a gentle gaze, “There’s something I must do, and then I have to go away.”

“For good?” Your eyes widen, becoming glassy at the thought of actually losing him this time as he nods.

“For good little one.”

“Can’t you just not do whatever it is and stay longer. I-I don’t want to...I-I can’t lose you. N-Not for good.” Your words whimper past your lips, almost pathetically you’re sure. Feeling the ghost wrap himself around your distraught form to bring you comfort.

“I’m afraid I can’t. I’ve been given a lot of time, but still only so much.” Hoseok’s lips leave a cold kiss on your forehead.

“Can I help you then? I want to do something for you one last time.” Your tears fall and Hoseok wishes he could wipe them away for you. Had circumstances been different he had no doubt you’d have been the one and only for him, unfortunately, fate had not been so kind.

“It won’t be pleasant and I can’t promise things will go well for you if you do help me.” Hoseok offers a warning but doesn’t deny you. That is simply enough.

“If things go poorly will you promise to take me with you? If they won’t go well I’d rather be far from here and with you than trapped here without you any longer.” You inquire almost begging they’d go poorly knowing that no matter what you’d much rather be with him.

“You still have a life ah-” Your hand-raising stops Hoseok’s counterargument.

“You’re the only real life I’ve had in this world. I’d be far too miserable without you.” You speak honestly knowing that either way Hoseok would be able to tell. “And if you won’t take me with you, then I’ll find a way to go with myself.”

“Very well. The first thing we need to do is call my parents.” Hoseok tells you, getting right into the plan.

With furrowed brows you pull out your phone and find their home number, dialing it. Following his instructions to put the phone on speaker and hold it put to him. Surprised at his parent's answer, he chuckles.

“I wonder why you two don’t sound so distraught considering what today is. Or have you both forgotten about me that easily?” Hoseok nonchalantly asks, his mother sputtering on the other line. His father had the same attitude that night 15 years ago, however, simply scoffing.

“Is that you boy? Why don’t you haul your scared ass back here? See what I’ll do to make you run off just like always.” Mr. Jung threatens over the phone, making you pale. You’d always had your assumptions, but you’d never had proof of what he’d done until now.

“You know if you both had been remorseful I would have shown you some mercy, but it’s too late for that.” Hoseok sighs before having you hang up the phone.

“What now?” You blink at him as he shakes his head a little.

“Now you should stay away, I’m going to repay them for what they did to me.” He tells you and from the look in his eyes, you don’t need him to explain further.

“I told you we’re in this together. If you’re going to do that then I’m going to help. Just tell me what to do.” You insist, standing to follow him into his yard and to the back door. Where he easily slips through and silently unlocks it for you.

“Leave my father to me. Mother should be easy enough for you to handle.” Hoseok slips into the kitchen and opens a drawer picking out whichever knife he deems perfect for you to use. Grabbing one for himself.

“W-What should I do?” You question, voice slightly squeaky as it shakes a little. You knew you wanted to bring him justice like this, but you still weren’t certain of your actions.

“Just go for the throat or heart, make it quick. Mother always seems to regret her actions after the fact, so I’ll give her that much.” Hoseok’s words alert you to just how thoroughly he’d thought this out, “After you handle that go out back and dig up my grave. I want everyone to know what they did. I don’t want anyone to remember them as the good people they pretended to be all the time.”

You two stumbled across his mother first. The woman fainted at the sight of the ghost. Hoseok leaves you to handle her while searching for his father. In some ways the woman fainting was ideal. It meant she wouldn’t scream or struggle, wouldn’t plead and beg for her life. However, this is when she looked the most peaceful and harmless. Yet thinking back that hadn’t stopped them from doing what they had to Hoseok while he slept. Firmly gripping the knife over your head you swiftly brought it down to her chest, pulling it away dripping in her blood until it fell from your shaky grasp as you stood again. Blood splattering further across the floor at the knife clattered to the ground near your feet.

It took you a moment to gather yourself enough to remember what Hoseok had instructed you to do next. You felt queasy and weak as you moved towards the back, grabbing a shovel to carefully dig up all that was left of Hoseok’s physical body. Simply bones wrapped in scraps of the blanket, carefully laying everything out next to where the grave was.

Trying to slip back inside to find Hoseok, he stops you. Not before you catch a glimpse of his destruction though. Red splattered everywhere. Writing on the wall, descriptions of the true people his parents had always been inside. Something he wanted to shield you from even after you’d just murdered someone for him.

“Come. It’s time to either say goodbye or for you to come with me.” Hoseok simply informs you, making his way over to where you’d laid out his bones.

“I can’t say goodbye. Not again.”You shake your head, following behind and following his guidance to lay down on the grass. The ghost of your friend kneeling beside you and gently stroking over your cheek with a small smile. He kisses your forehead before his touch is over your eyes, urging them closed. Suddenly they’re growing heavy and you’re feeling yourself falling off into a slumber.

“Sleep little one. When you wake we’ll be together somewhere much safer......forever.”

#goretober #bts one shot #bts hoseok

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carmenlire · 4 years

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Meet Me in the Stacks Ch. 3

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As soon as Yoongi hears the overhead announcement that the library is officially closed, he’s shutting down his computer at the reference desk and heading towards the back to grab his things. It’s one of the last Sundays of the season that they’re open and he’s eager to enjoy the end of his weekend before coming back to work for another six straight days.

He passes by Taehyung who’d been assigned to the computer area for today’s shift and winces a little as he sees his coworker helping three different people print while trying to hurry them along as quickly and subtly as possible.

When Yoongi gets to their workroom, Jin and Jimin are already packed up and ready to head out.

“Is Namjoon at the restaurant already?”

Jimin laughs as he types something on his phone. “Of course. He rode his bike there and already put in his name for a table. We should be seated as soon as we get there. Hobi-hyung just drove straight to the restaurant on his way back into town so he'll be there, too.”

Groaning, Yoongi makes sure he has his wallet and keys before shuffling over to the door. “Thank God. I’m hungry and need to vent.”

“Ah, Yoongi-chi, what pissed you off today?”

Grumbling as he opens the door and still sees Taehyung helping the last patron, Yoongi just mutters, “I’ll tell everyone later.”

Jin and Jimin hum in understanding, knowing that they never talk shit about patrons when they’re at work and can be overheard.

The three of them leave through the staff entrance at the back, Jimin making eye contact with Tae to make sure he knows where they’ll be waiting, and Yoongi squints at the bright early evening sunshine.

It’s a little past five o’clock but it’s still warm. Yoongi feels a little like a bat or a particularly grubby mole as his eyes literally burn at the brightness.

Jimin sees his suffering and has the audacity to laugh. “Hyung, you should get out more, enjoy the fresh air. You look like a baby vampire.”

Yoongi snorts. “Fuck off, Jimin,” he retorts absently.

Thankfully, it’s not too much more before Taehyung comes tumbling out of the staff entrance.

“Oh my God,” he whispers, looking like he’d just stared death in the face. “I didn’t think I’d ever make it out of there.”

Everyone laughs in commiseration at their friend’s dramatics. “We were losing hope too,” Jin snickers before patting him on the shoulder. “But you’re free now and Yoongi’s about to start eating his foot so let's get to the restaurant.”

They decide to walk since it’s such a nice day and not for the first time, Yoongi begrudgingly admits that he really does love living in a small town where everything is within walking distance. The library is just a few blocks from Main Street, closer to the school, and Main Street is chock full of small businesses-- everything from a coffee shop to the soap store that he spends way too much at every time he visits to a world-famous toy store that makes their little corner of the world especially hectic during the Holidays.

There are a dozen restaurants, each with their own specialty, and Yoongi is glad that Namjoon had chosen the barbeque place for his week’s pick. The six of them go out every Sunday evening for what they’ve taken to calling family dinners and while he’ll never admit it aloud, Yoongi loves this little tradition of theirs.

It’s a pleasant walk, less than fifteen minutes, and Namjoon’s bike is clearly visible near the front. When everyone walks in, they see Hoseok and Namjoon at their favorite table in the corner. A messy few minutes later as everyone settles, and Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief at sitting down and being off the clock and away from hell, at least for the next fifteen hours.

“So,” Taehyung starts, skimming over a menu he could probably recite at this point. “How was your weekend, Hoseok-hyung?”

Hoseok grins, taking a sip of his coke that he must’ve ordered before everyone else arrived. “It was wonderful, Tae-ah. I’m glad I put in for this weekend off. Going back home was fun, especially since the weather was so nice, and my mom sent me back with enough food to feed an army.”

“Well, we know where to stop by for dinner this week, don’t we,” Jimin asks and Hoseok groans good-naturedly.

“I’m glad you had a good time, even if you left the rest of us to suffer in your stead,” Taehyung says solemnly and Namjoon snorts.

“What happened this afternoon, Tae? I know Yoongi texted me last night about how awful things were at closing yesterday but you look, no offense, a little wrung out.”

Yoongi interjects before Taehyung can reply. “You act like you don’t remember how Saturdays used to be. If we’re not dead then it’s Bedlam. Just because you’re management now doesn’t mean you should be so impervious to the plights of your staff. After all, if it weren’t for us common librarians--”

Everyone, including Namjoon, groans at the familiar spiel. “Stop bullshitting, hyung. Did I not cover the desk all week with you last month when Jin took off and we were short staffed in the evenings? And did I not have to calm down Cerano when he almost went nuclear at the prospect of, God forbid, having to pay for his 132 single-sided color prints?”

Grumbling, Yoongi just rolls his eyes. “At least you didn’t get hit on by a woman looking old enough to be your grandmother yesterday. And I couldn’t very well offend her delicate sensibilities and tell her I was gay as fuck, so I just had to smile as she had the audacity to pinch my cheeks and call me a goddamn dumpling. When I tell you that I’m entitled to financial compensation--”

“The union pays a fair wage, you know,” Jimin breaks in mildly and Yoongi just glares at the flagrant disrespect.

Before things can get any more out of hand, though, Namjoon calms everyone down. “Well, it’s good to know that the building’s still standing and that my department is making me proud even when I’m not there.”

Everyone scoffs and as the topic turns to talking about potential plans for the group to go on a weekend trip together over the summer, Yoongi reflects that he’s really quite glad he took this job in a small town a few years ago.

Yoongi hadn’t always known what he wanted to do. He’d majored in history in college-- minoring in a few other areas that caught his interest-- but knew he didn’t have the patience to pursue his Ph.D. and become a professor. He’d always had fond memories of his own library back home, though, of reading any book he could get his hands on, of his mom taking him every week when he was still young enough to participate in children’s programs.

As graduation had started looming, Yoongi had applied for an internship at a research library and had fallen in love. He loved learning and helping others find what they wanted made him feel good, like he was making a difference, even if it was such a small one. As soon as his last semester had began and his internship had wrapped up for the summer, he’d started applying for Masters programs in Library Science and had learned very quickly that there is a lot that goes into making libraries run smoothly and stay relevant to the masses.

He’d been roommates with Seokjin and Namjoon during college and while he’d wandered from library to library for a few years, trying different types of institutions to see what fit and what didn't, his old roommates had started as entry level librarians in a small town a couple of hours away from university.

The three of them had stayed in touch and Yoongi had treated them to a celebratory dinner whenever Namjoon was promoted to first assistant manager and then manager of the adult services department. Seokjin, for his part, was content enough in his role, tending to his collections and away from the pressure of dealing with the director directly and having to make all those big grand strategic plans for their department and library at large.

Namjoon thrived in his new role and when he’d reached out to Yoongi, let him know that someone was retiring and they’d have a spot open, Yoongi hadn’t hesitated to apply.

His best friend hadn’t been part of the interview committee and all around, that made things easier. He’d been offered the job the next day, started within a month, and had quickly found himself surrounded by idiots.

He loved it.

Yoongi’s been at the library for a few years now and while the whole department is full of dumbasses, they have the highest circulation of any neighboring library and Namjoon keeps them all in line with firm but fluid leadership.

Moving to a new town is always nerve wracking but Yoongi likes to think that he’s settled into things. He had Namjoon and Seokjin but his other coworkers in the department became fast friends, welcoming him with open arms. Of course, he’d heard stories about Hobi and Jimin and Taehyung-- but they had heard stories too and they had seemed to be friends almost before he even started his new position.

All in all, things were good. Yoongi didn’t absolutely hate his job, he had good friends, and he lived in a quiet neighbourhood with a bustling town life that he rarely participated in but knew he could if he did.

Yoongi’s thoughts break off as he hears Jimin’s peel of laughter. Tuning back into the conversation, he hears Hoseok exclaim, “You should see the way Yoongi turns red whenever he comes up to the desk. I thought his ears were gonna catch fire the last time he helped him.”

Glaring, Yoongi demands, “What the hell are you cretins talking about now?”

It’s Namjoon who laughs. “Everyone was filling me in on your admirer. I can’t believe you’ve had to tell him where the computers are six times and you haven’t lost your patience yet. It must be love,” he teases with a grin and Yoongi plots murder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joon-ah,” he says stiffly and resolutely ignores the fact that it’s getting a little warm in the restaurant.

Thankfully, everyone simmers down as the waitress comes by with drinks-- Hoseok and Namjoon ordered for everyone while they were waiting-- and it’s time to order food.

That only eats up so much time though and soon enough, Yoongi’s back in the hot seat and cursing his existence for moving here and landing himself with a bunch of idiots.

“So hyung,” Taehyung starts with a wide smile. “Have you gotten Jungkook’s number yet?”

Yoongi just narrows his eyes. “How do you know his name?”

Taehyung waves the question away. “Oh, we’re getting to be friends,” he answers airily.

Jimin giggles and it’s a little concerning how devious it sounds. “Sometimes he comes in and you’re not there so we got to talking one day when Taehyungie and I were at the desk together. He really is cute, isn’t he?”

Feeling like he’s chewing glass, Yoongi grits out, “I guess if you’re into that kind of thing.”

“And are you into that,” Hoseok asks with an infuriating smirk. “You know, tall and toned and with those tattoos--”

“The way his hair falls into his eyes,” Jin adds dreamily. “The way he dresses like he wants to tell you to fuck off but then he speaks and he’s the cutest, most polite thing you ever saw--”

Yoongi tries to keep from smiling but sees from the way Namjoon’s eyes sharpen as he watches him and knows he’s not being as subtle as he’d like. Knowing that he has to say something, all Yoongi can manage is, “So maybe I think he’s attractive. That doesn’t mean anything’s going to happen.”

“And why not,” Jimin asks, genuinely curious. “You like him, he likes you--”

“How on earth can you know that,” Yoongi cuts in flatly. “He’s never done anything to show he’s interested in me as more than the librarian who knows where the copier is.”

He’s stunned when the entire table groans in unison.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Hoseok asks, looking a little put-out. “As if Jungkook doesn’t make a beeline towards you whenever he comes to the library.”

“Like he doesn’t know exactly where everything is by now and like he isn’t a reasonably well-adjusted adult who could figure things out by himself but still asks you for help just so he can bask in your grumpy little gremlin presence for a few minutes--”

“Wait what,” Yoongi breaks in, shocked. “What do you mean he knows where everything is? Every time he comes in, he needs directions.”

“Yeah, from you,” Seokjin says pointedly.

“If he doesn’t see you at the reference desk, he doesn’t even look at us,” Taehyung adds. “At least before I introduced myself and pulled him into a conversation. The most we ever got from him was a wave and a little smile.”

From his periphery, Yoongi sees Namjoon open his mouth and he closes his eyes in defeat, knows that his friend is about to put the final nail in the coffin that has been Yoongi’s frankly impressive ability to downplay his feelings and any hope that they might be reciprocated.

He’s right.

Namjoon looks sheepish as he adds his two cents. “If this is who I think we’re talking about, I’ve seen him around.”

Looking intrigued, Hoseok prompts, “Do tell.”

With a wary glance in Yoongi’s direction, like Namjoon is afraid he’ll just lunge across the table to shut him up, Namjoon explains, “I was walking back from a managers meeting and saw someone in the New Nonfiction section? He was a little distracted looking at the cover of a book and someone bumped into him. He was admittedly pretty hot so I wasn’t running back to my office like I usually am--”

Jin snorts but Namjoon merely plods on, neck a little warm, “Anyway, I heard the patron who bumped into him ask if he knew where the scanner was and Jungkook told them. I was ready to step in but he had it handled. A few minutes later after I talked to Jimin-ah at the computer desk, I looked up and he was actually helping the old woman scan her papers.”

Nodding along like it confirms everything they’ve been saying, Hoseok looks smug. “He’s not only a gentlemen but he knows how to use technology.”

Jin stabs into his starter salad that's just been placed in front of him before pointing his fork with a cherry tomato hanging off the end at Yoongi. “Snap him up before someone else does, Yoongi-chi.”

Taeyhung laughs. “Yeah, you know Jimin and I are always looking--”

“Shut up,” Yoongi pleads quietly as he brings a hand up to his temple. “What the fuck,” he mutters to himself, wondering what Jungkook’s aim is here.

“Isn’t it obvious, hyung,” Namjoon asks, making Yoongi realize he must’ve spoken aloud. “He’s trying to woo you.”

With an unattractive snort, Jin tacks on, “I know it might be hard to believe, but some people think you’re cute.”

Yoongi blinks but Jin doesn’t let him say anything before his tone turns philosophically wry and he’s continuing, “Some people really like the grump look. Admittedly, I didn’t think odds were on that you’d find someone at work when all you do is glare at your computer screen mutinously and whisper under your breath about running away to a fishing village in Florida but here we are and Jungkook seems like a nice enough guy, albeit one who makes me worry about his taste in men, if he likes them so prickly--”

“Oh but hyung,” Taehyung breaks in mischievously, “Have you really seen Yoongi with Jungkook? He turns into a little kitten, I swear--”

“Yah, I’m still your hyung, you brat,” Yoongi interrupts darkly. “Would it kill you to show a little respect?”

“But he’s right, Yoongi.” Jimin would almost look apologetic if it wasn’t for the devilish gleam in his eye. “I’ve seen you stutter when Jungkook asks you a question and as soon as you see him, your whole face lights up. Granted, I don’t think most people would be able to notice but your dourness is only, like at a one out of ten instead of off the charts. He even makes you smile when he’s being adorably awkward, too.”

“Too,” Yoongi repeats, squinting a little.

Taehyung nods solemnly. “You’re a mess around him, Yoongi-hyung.”

“A match made in heaven then,” Hoseok crows and the rest of the table laughs.

Yoongi’s just trying to stop his thoughts from spinning out of control at the fount of information that just dumped all over him. Deciding he needs a quick break to get himself under control, he moves his chair back, merely offering, "I need to go to the restroom," when Jimin looks at him in question.

The group waves him on, having a merry time, and Yoongi rolls his eyes even as he huffs out a fond laugh at their antics, even if they're at his expense.

They come to this restaurant at least once a month-- they all love barbecue a little too much-- and Yoongi's sliding around tables and heading towards the restrooms near the front of the building. He spends a few minutes at the sink, and when he looks at himself in the mirror, he winces seeing that his face definitely didn't hide his reactions to all the ribbing about Jungkook.

He collects himself and feels better as he washes his hands and goes to head back to the table. Swinging open the door, he's passing the hostess stand when he hears someone call out his name. "Yoongi?"

Looking over, Yoongi freezes when he meets Jungkook's eyes. Out of everyone in town, Yoongi despairs, he just just had to run into his crush when he'd just gotten himself back under control. He only hopes that none of his friends are looking over or he'll never hear the end of it.

"Hi, Jungkook," He greets warmly. Not seeing anyone obviously with him, Yoongi asks, "Are you eating alone?"

He's all set to ask Jungkook if he'd like to join him and his friends-- and he knows, he knows, that his friends will have way too much to say if he brings him back to his table but there's a little voice in his head that points out that Jungkook seems pretty new in town and if he's eating out at a restaurant alone, he might like some company and apparently, Jungkook is already friends or at least friendly with the devil twins and it might not even be so bad to eat with Jungkook, to see how he acts with the most important people in Yoongi's life, that he'd love to spend more time with him outside of the library-- but all of his rambling internal wishes are for naught when Jungkook just smiles sheepishly and nods towards where the hostess is walking towards them with a bag.

"I'm just picking up takeout, don't worry."

Yoongi nods, thinking of what he can say to add to the conversation before the silence grows too long and awkward between them. "This is one of the best restaurants in town. Even their takeout is amazing."

Jungkook grins and reaches out for the bag the hostess holds, murmuring his thanks before he turns fully to Yoongi. "I might have a serious weakness for their lamb skewers. I come here like, twice a week at least," he admits with a little laugh and Yoongi doesn't know why, but he's endeared.

"That's what I usually get," Yoongi says and watches Jungkook's eyes light up.

"Really, Yoongi-ssi?" Yoongi nods, feels his face get warmer which is infuriating since he had just cooled down but Jungkook suddenly looks a little nervous as he bites his lip. Finally, looking at Yoongi a little shyly, Jungkook says, "Maybe one of these days we could get lamb skewers together?"

Before Yoongi even has a chance to respond, Jungkook's eyes are widening and he's almost backtracking. "I know that we don't really talk outside of the library and that even when we do, you're always helping me but I thought it might be nice to talk-- outside of your work, sometime. If you wanted to, of course! I don't mean to put you on the spot and I know it must be awkward to have to tell someone who sees you at your work no but please feel free to if you don't want to--"

"Jungkook-ah," Yoongi finally breaks in just for Jungkook to obviously cut himself off and take a deep breath. "I'd like that."

"Yeah," Jungkook asks, hopeful, eyes wide and the hint of a smile curling on his mouth.

Yoongi had mostly talked before he'd let himself think but it's not like this isn't what his friends were just hinting at. He's still loathe to get his hopes up but if this is Jungkook making a move or trying to be friends, then Yoongi definitely doesn't want to discourage that. And while he knows he's a flustered mess, he'd really like to hang out with Jungkook more, especially outside of work. "Yeah," he confirms with a smile of his own, tentative and small, just to watch Jungkook grin.

It's almost blinding. Yoongi loves it.

"Great," Jungkook says. "We'll definitely do that then."

Yoongi can't think of anything to say besides repeating Jungkook again. "Great," he says, abashed and drops his eyes to stare at Jungkook's combat boots.

Looking down, he doesn't see the way Jungkook's gaze softens, turns into something gentler and unforgivably enamored.

It's silent between them for a moment and Yoongi's used up all of his brainpower to get this far so it's a little startling when Jungkook suddenly shifts and lifts his bag a little, apologetic. "It was really great running into you, Yoongi-ssi but I should probably get going before my food gets cold. I'll see you soon?"

Nodding along to whatever Jungkook was saying, Yoongi blinks a little before offering, "Hyung."

Jungkook tilts his head a little, confused, and Yoongi takes a breath. "You can call me hyung. If you want."

This time it's Jungkook's turn to look away, flustered and happy, but he's meeting Yoongi's eyes again a split second later. "Okay, then. Hyung. I'll see you later?"

"Okay, Jungkook-ah. I'll see you later. It was nice running into you like this."

Jungkook waves with his free hand, smile bright as he steps toward the door. "Bye, hyung!"

Yoongi watches him stride past the big window and sighs a little to himself. He doesn't really know what the last five minutes were but he's happy and a little nervous but definitely feeling good.

Knowing that his friends will probably start looking for him soon, he take a deep breath, wills the blush he just knows is high on his cheeks to fade, and walks back to their table.

Everyone smiles at his return and he takes his seat quietly, listening to Hoseok update everyone on how his parents are and what he did this weekend back in his hometown. He's not really paying attention to the conversation though, too wrapped up in what just happened with Jungkook and if it means what he really wants it to mean and how it might connect to what his friends had been telling him before he'd left the table.

There's a pause in the conversation as the waitress brings their meals out and Yoongi debates with himself on bringing Jungkook back up but he wants to be sure, can’t quite stop the hope from sparking but before it starts raging out of control. He just needs one last bit of reassurance.

Taking a deep breath, his quiet voice breaks through the pandemonium that’s his friends making fun of him.

“So he really doesn’t need help,” he asks, out of nowhere, trying to pretend the answer isn’t important to him, like he’s not hinging on his friends’ next words. “He only singles me out?”

Jin’s eyes soften as he looks at him and Yoongi feels both put on the spot but comforted as one of his oldest friends just nods softly. “I’m telling you, Yoongi-yah, Jungkook is at least interested in you.”

“Definitely,” Jimin confirms nodding earnestly. “Did you know that he’s had his office printer set-up for weeks now but still comes to the library to work sometimes? But hyung, if he doesn’t see you then he just wanders in the books for a little while before grabbing one and checking out. He really is just coming to the library for you.”

“Maybe you should give him a chance, hyung,” Taehyung encourages and Yoongi smiles despite himself.

His friends really do mean well even if they’re a pain in his ass most of the time.

“I don’t know,” he says, unsure and not bothering to hide it. “What if I do something, or let myself think something means something, and it turns out he’s just a nice guy who’s polite and I read way too much into things?”

It looks like Hoseok is praying for patience but his voice is soft and nothing but supportive and understanding as he replies, “Then you still put yourself out there and that’s something to be proud of. Plus, you’re both so awkward and nice that it wouldn’t ruin anything. You could at least be friends.”

“As your manager,” Namjoon breaks in and Yoongi stiffens a little wondering if this is going to be one of the times when his friend has to be the bad guy. “I don’t see anything wrong with talking to him outside of the library or even asking him on a date. You’re never presumptuous or pushy, hyung. If he even hinted that he wasn’t into you like that, you’d back up and remain professional. I don’t see any issue with you crushing on a patron.”

The rest of the table cheers now that they have their boss’ approval and Yoongi pretends like he doesn’t feel the same relief.

“Whatever,” he finally says when the expectant looks of his friends starts to be a bit much and he feels like he has to speak. “We’ll see what happens but I’m not in any rush to make a fool of myself.”

“Ah hyung,” Jimin says, wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, “You’ll be fine. It’s not like Jungkook doesn’t look ready to bookmark your ass as soon as you give the okay.”

Yoongi chokes, reaching for his water, and all of his friends laugh at his flustered face, rapidly turning red. He hates them, he really does.

But then Seokjin pats his shoulder and deftly turns the topic back to work and how he’d almost gotten into a fight with a group of teenagers who’d called him an ancient hag when he’d merely told them to lower their voices a little, and Namjoon looks like he’s seeing his department demerits flash in front of his eyes and everyone’s laughing as the heat is taken off of Yoongi and he decides that this isn’t so bad, after all.

He doesn’t know if anything will come from his conversation with Jungkook tonight, so he decides not to say anything, doesn’t want to give anyone any more fodder against him-- really doesn’t want his friends to get so excited that it makes him hope, too. He’ll see what happens and maybe he won’t try so hard to hide his feelings.

Ignoring a voice that sounds suspiciously like Jimin telling him that he’s already shit at hiding his feelings, Yoongi forgets about crushes and guys who can be both hot and adorable at the same time and enjoys the rest of his family dinner with his friends, thinking about how his life is made up of small moments like these that all string together to make a pretty good existence, all in all.

#my writing #meet me in the stacks #mmits #idk if i've actually posted this on here yet but here we go #better late than never i guess lol #yoonkook fic #yoonkook au

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quokkalatte · 5 years

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The Last Guardian pt.1 [JJK]

Part One

Category: Series

Pairing: Trico!Jungkook x Female!Reader

Warnings: language

Tag list; @dee-the-moonchild @shadowstar @guccitaedown @sugarysloth @reinyrei @avalanet @purpleleafarmy @agentlokidottir

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"I still don't understand how you could have turned down Kim Namjoon like that" Jiwoo shakes her head as we walked through the fields on the outskirts of our village. Young children screeched and yelped with joy as they chased each other and played games. It was the first non-rainy day in over a moon, and everyone was taking advantage of it. The adults mulled adults round fixing damages in the buildings, elders sat around in the sun swapping the same stories of their youth.

I shook my head, my foot skimming the water lightly, fiddling with a bit of the water reeds growing from the muck. I turned to look at my sister

"How could I not? He was basically asking me to be his baby maker while he ran off and played with sticks. It was also a way he could possibly have a higher spot just because our father is in the head council. It's a strategic move Jiwoo."

"That can't possibly be true. He's been eyeing you for awhile. He must like something other than our father's position." Jiwoo contradicts.

While everyone was playing and doing work, Jiwoo and I decided that going down to the pond to dip our feet in the cool water and talk, but of course that idea had been thwarted. Because Kim Namjoon, one of the tribe's main protectors, had intercepted us and asked for my hand in marriage. I'd barely spoken with the man, and he wanted to marry me. It was obvious it wasn't anything emotional, but strategical.

"He doesn't love me Jiwoo. I don't want to marry someone who feels nothing towards me. How awful would it be to be chained to a stranger? He'd be the only one benefitting."

"Everyone expects it from you though. Father would be thrilled"

"More like have a stroke. I still thinks he's dead set on having me wed to Taehyung"

"But he isn't from our village" Jiwoo frowns

"Something about political alliances. Taehyung is nice, but not my type" I wrinkle my nose and Jiwoo sighs.

"Sometimes I wonder if you even have a type Y/n. You reject any man in our village."

"I just haven't found the right one. Sue me."

"Y/n" Jiwoo sighs

"Noona" I whine back at her, and looked at my feet, drawing shapes over the water's surface. "I don't want to talk about Namjoon or Taehyung or any boys anymore. I just want to enjoy the day" I mumble. Jiwoo sighs, her expression softening

"Okay, no more boy talk"

I nodded, digging my foot into the mud of the lake's bottom. I frown when it skimmed something flat and hard. I leaned my leg out, using my toes to dig at the ground. Jiwoo raises her eyebrows at me.

"What are you doing?"

"There's something in the mud. I'm digging it out" I tell her

"it's probably a stick or something. Leave it be" Jiwoo says. A shout from behind us caused us to turn our heads. One of the guards was waving us back to camp, as they normally did before sunset. Jiwoo rose from the dock, but I continued my digging. "Y/n come on we need to go. It's not safe after dark" she says, glancing at the setting sky nervously.

"One second" I say, and slide off the dock and into the shallow water. Jiwoo groaned, and I stuck my hand into the mud, finally pulling free what I had been digging at.

"Good job Y/n you found a coin" Jiwoo deadpans. "Come on, father won't be happy about us being late"

I pulled myself back onto the dock, still staring at the coin. I ran my finger along it, feeling the grooves imprinted into it. A ripple of green light shimmered across its surface, surprising me. My eyes widened, and I quickly hurried off to see Jiwoo.

"So....I hear Namjoon asked you to marry him" my father said during dinner. I closed my eyes, letting out a deep sigh, before nodding slowly.

"He did" I answer. I catch my father and mother sharing a look, smugness on his face and my mother returning a hopeful glance.

"So, uh, what did you say?" He says in a nonchalant tone, trying to mask his eagerness. It churned my stomach, now knowing he wanted it just as much as Namjoon must have. My twin brother, Hoseok, peered at me over his meal.

"Namjoon? Kim Namjoon?"he frowns. "Why would you want to marry him?" He snorts dismissively.

"Namjoon is one of the village's main protectors Hoseok" our father says steadily.

"He's a pompous prick" Hoseok sneers. Our father glares at him

"Watch your language!" He snaps.

"Hobi..." our mother finally spoke, sensing the upcoming fight.

"I'm just saying! The guys agree with me. He thinks he's better than everyone else" Hoseok also happened to be a protector, and would complain to Jiwoo and me about his commander's behavior, another reason why I'd turned him down. I trusted Hoseok's judgement over my sister's. He knew facts, she knew fantasy.

"Well he is the captain. He's supposed to be" my father says, and then turns to me, and my heart thudded and my hands grew sweaty. "Well? Will I be able to welcome Namjoon into our family?" He says, fond at the thought. I looked down at my uneaten food, then back at my father.

"No" I say. The entire room went silent, and it was Hoseok who recovered the quickest.

"Alright good job Noona!" He laughs. My father fixed him with a viscous glare and then turned it on me.

"Why?"

"Because I agree with Hoseok. Namjoon only wants for himself, not me. And I don't want a husband who only thinks for himself" I say confidently. My father turned a dark shade of red.

"Stubborn girl" he growled. "Namjoon is well respected throughout the community! Without him we'd have been butchered by enemy tribes or mauled by vicious creatures"

"Namjoon is one man Father." I glare at him. "He can't be held accountable for all the great things that have been done. You and all the tribe officials paint him to be some big hero when he's not. He's arrogant and I refuse to marry him" my hands shook with anger, and my father stated at me, his face had gone from angry to impassive.

"You will" he says.

"Excuse me?" I frown.

"You will marry Namjoon. I am your father, and I say so. I am to wed you off to a suitable husband. And I say Namjoon is just the man" I couldn't believe my ears. I glanced around the table. Hoseok was staring at father angrily, he always was one to stick up for me, probably a twin thing. We were always closest to one another. Jiwoo however, watched father calmly. And our mother wouldn't look up from his plate. Angry tears welled in my eyes. I was trapped in my own home, bound by my father's will. I glare at him through watery eyes.

"If you were going to make me marry Namjoon, then why did you have him ask me?" I say.

"I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. I'd hoped you'd say yes on your own accord and be happy. It appears it won't be that way" my father says in a cool tone. I rise to my feet, tears now falling into my cheeks and I storm out of the room. I could hear Hoseok's angry words being thrown at my father but I didn't care. I hurried up the steps, throwing open my bedroom door and threw myself to the mat that made up my bed. I sobbed into my pillow, angry and resentful.

I laid there, staring out the large window at the cloudy night sky. I felt in my pocket, pulling out the coin I'd found in the river. I ran my fingers over it, feeling miserable. I heard footsteps, and quickly hid the coin under my pillow. The door opened to reveal Hoseok, anger still blazing in his eyes. He closed the door, coming to sit next to me on the mat. I hugged him tightly around the middle as I cried into his chest. He ran a hand through my hair, not saying anything. After of finished crying, I pulled away from him, finally able to speak my frustrations.

"It isn't fair" I growl out. He shakes his head, bitterly throwing the door an angry look.

"No it isn't. It's just as bad as the time he wanted you to marry Taehyung, but at least the boy was nice, a little on the shy side, but better than Namjoon"

"I won't marry Namjoon" I say firmly. Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"You'll have to. I know it's not fair but-"

"No" I say, standing up to walk to the window and look out at the village. All was quiet, only the silleouettes of the guards could be seen patrolling. "I won't marry him. I'll run away if I have to" Hoseok was quiet before he spoke.

"You wouldn't last out there Y/n. It's too dangerous. And where would you go?"

"Anywhere other than here" I say, my eyes travelling up the where the moon poked through the clouds. My breath hitched when I thought I saw something dart through the sky, the clouds covering it. I blink, but there was nothing there. I frown, turning back to Hoseok. "I won't stay here to be wed off to a narcissistic asshole" I tell him. Hoseok nodded slowly

"Alright. I can't change your mind, so I'll go with you"

"Hoseok you can't, you're a protector" I say

"Yes, and I can protect you. We'll run away, find a new place to live. Maybe a better village" he says, standing up and walking over to me. "You're my sister, my twin. I'll never forgive myself if something were to happen to you."he says quietly, and I nod

"Okay. We'll leave tomorrow night, that way we can get supplies. I'll apologize to father and tell him that I changed my mind and that I can't wait to marry Namjoon " I wrinkle my nose at the thought and Hoseok grins.

Hoseok and I always shared a room, so after we spent the next hour planning our escape, he went to his mat across the room and fell asleep, snore coming from his mouth soon after. I curled up on my own mat, my hand reaching under the pillow to thumb the coin, feeling the cold metal beneath my warm skin. I fell asleep, dreaming of a better life.

"Tomorrow"

The sound of loud cracks awoke me, and my eyes split open, I looked around in the dark, hearing shouts from outside. I stand up,ready to go to the window, but suddenly a large head poked through it. I screamed, staring at the bright glowing green eyes staring me down. I backed away, but the head pursued until it's massive muzzle grabbed the front of my shirt and began to pull me towards it. I scream, pushing on it's nose, trying to get it to release me.

"Y/n!" I heard Hoseok's shout. I cried out as the beast pulled me from the window. I felt Hoseok's hands grab me, but in vain as the creature snarled and shook it's head, throwing Hoseok back into the room. I looked around wildly, seeing the protectors throwing spears at the creature. It growled and a large tail sent them sprawling. I tried desperately to free myself, but the creature held on tightly. It unfurled large feathered wings and took off with a mighty lurch, the village flew away beneath me, the protectors still throwing spears away the beast but none it their mark.

Fear and panic clawed my insides as the creature rose high in the sky, masking itself in the clouds. It flew towards the direction of the moon, and all I could hear was wing beats and the shrill noise of air rushing past me. The wind chilled me, and I was shivering and crying. I did not want the creature to release me now, afraid of plumetting to my death.

The clouds grew darker as we flew on, and the creature flee lower, below the clouds. We must have been flying for nearly half an hour, but I had no idea how far we'd gone due to the monster's large wing strokes. We could have been thousands of miles from the village I thought somberly.

Now free from cloud cover, I could see a large tower, and a bunch of interconnecting stone buildings around it. All of this was in a canyon of sorts, the cliff walls surrounding it in a perfect circle. Then, just as the create glided towards the tower, a bolt of lightening appeared out of the sky, and struck close to us. The force blasted us to the side, and it jostled the creature, who released me in surprise. I screamed as I was sent spiraling towards the ground. The creature roared, diving towards me as the ground grew closer. I thought about my family, screwing my eyes closed and focused on their faces as I waited to crash into the ground.

Then I was lifted in the air, and I opened my eyes to see the creature flying up, me in its jaws. More lightening fell around us, and it groaned and I was thrown up into the air and I screamed, watching as the creature opened its mouth and I fell into it, swallowed quite literally, into darkness.

It must have been hours later, my muscles ached and screamed in protest when I shifted on the cold ground. I blinked, seeing only darkness until my eyes adjusted.

The room reeked of stale air and the hint of greenery. Pale light flooded from the roof, which was caved in as if something large had crashed through it. I sat up, peering around, trying to piece together what had happened. I couldn't remember things, it was all groggy and when I tried to reach out and grasp a memory, my head ached fiercely. I glanced down at my feet, and let out a cry of surprise.

Tattoos everywhere, covering my skin. I glanced at my arms, and they too were heavily inked and I had an unsettling suspicion my neck or face also contained them. I let out a shaky breath, trying not to panic. I was far from home, I have no idea what has happened other than I know I'm not supposed to be here, and that I needed to leave. A flash of color drew my eyes to the floor.

There, in the patch of growing grass, lay the coin I'd taken from the lake. I remember that much. It shined in a pale green light, and I reached out and took it. The light dwindled, but there almost seemed to be a glow about it. When this happened, a shift of moment to my left had me twisting around. I got to my feet, and hesitantly took a step forward, and there I saw him, unconcious.

He looked around my age, maybe a few years younger. He had an attractive face, smoothed over in a boyish way in his slumber. His pink lips were parted as a breath escaped them. He was dressed in all white, the cloth rumpled but still managed to look clean. Heavy metal cuffs were linked around his wrists and ankles. I looked closer at his legs, and took a step back when I saw a long tail twitch.

I looked back up to his face, and my eyes trained themselves on his head, covered in mop of dark brown hair, but two glowing green horns, the same color as the coin I had, poked out. After realising this, I then noticed his eyes were open and staring up at me.

#bts #bts jungkook #hybrid jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook #jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungguk #jeongukk #the last guardian #the last guardian au

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joon-bugs · 5 years

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Dare

~This is a fic that’s been in the making for about two months and I finally got it finished!~

“Want to continue the game?” You dug your nail into your palm. Jungkook was gonna get a talking to later. Maybe you should have told Hoseok to leave. That you were tired and had to work the next day. It would have been the smart thing. The safe thing. But a low buzz had already settled in your chest, warming your skin.

word count: 4,290

pairing: Hobi/Reader

genre: smut

warnings: swearing, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, face riding, intoxication

“You're up next birthday boy.”

“No way. I swear you skipped your turn Y/N. I'm not that drunk.” You rolled your eyes. Leave it to Jung Hoseok to call you out on your bullshit.

“Damn, I thought I had boozed you up enough.” You took a swig of your half empty beer bottle and scowled. You hated beer. But it was cheap, and you were poor. Hoseok cleared his throat and raised a brow.

“Alright, alright. Fine. I choose..truth.”

“Ugh, lameee. You’re no fun.” Jungkook piped up from the couch. He swung his leg in your direction, attempting to hit you.

“Hey watch it you little shit! Or I’m calling Namjoon and outing your ass.” Jungkook sputtered, almost choking.

“You wouldn’t.”

“You wanna try me?” You held his glare until he sighed, waving his hand dismissively.

“Alright Miss Truth.” He looked thoughtful.

“Done any butt stuff?” You nearly threw your bottle at him.

“Well? You have to answer the question Y/N. It's the gameee.” You opened your mouth to abuse the brat when Hoseok chimed in.

“Yeah Y/N. It's the game.” You turned to look at him and blushed at the playful smirk on his face. Damn him for being so attractive.

You took an absurdly long drink before answering. Jungkook sat up, leaning until he was on the edge of the couch. Oh you were going to get him back for this.

“Yeah. I've done some..butt stuff.” Jungkook fell to the floor laughing, and rolled around until he could catch his breath to wheeze out-

“Oh my god really? I honestly thought you were gonna say no. Holy shit.” He was crying now, wiping the obnoxious tears from his face. You didn't find it that funny.

“How did it feel?” Jungkook had managed to calm himself down and was pulling himself back onto the couch.

“Well if you must know it felt fucking awful. There wasn't enough lube but he insisted we go for it. I was stupid enough to let him convince me. Never again. End of story.” You finished off the rest of your beer and reached over to grab another one from the side table. You noticed it had grown silent and looked up to see Hoseok and Jungkook staring at you.

“What?” Your skin prickled nervously at the quiet.

“Wow. What a dick. He’s supposed to make you feel good too.”

“You offering Kook? Sounds like you know the area.” You spat out, still a little upset. He scoffed.

“No offense Y/N but that's disgusting and..you're not my type. Maybe Hobi would be so kind. He's got lots of experience from what I've heard.” He nudged the man in question with his elbow, wagging his eyebrows. Your eyes went wide. Hoseok was still for a second then propped his chin on his hand and stuck the tip of his tongue out.

“Well if you want to see how things are done right Y/N, give me a call.”

You squeezed the neck of the new bottle and coughed, disguising your embarrassment. Maybe you'd all had too much to drink.

“Isn't it your turn Jung Hoseok?”

He chuckled, leaning back to rest on his elbows and jutted his chin up, a signal that he was ready.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Wow. That was quick.

“See? Hobi knows how to have a good time.” Jungkook threw his hands up, flopping onto the cushions with a thud.

You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking over your options. You held a lot of power in that moment and needed to use it wisely.

“I dare you to chug that whole thing.” You gestured to the drink he had barely touched, deciding to play it safe. Steer the conversation away from anything remotely sexual. Alcohol mixed with hormones was like playing with fire. Sure it was hot, but someone was always bound to get burned.

He glanced down at his hand, then back at you. Then a wide grin appeared on his face and his throat was suddenly blessing your vision. Oh shit. So much for it not being sexual. His head was tilted back all the way, the long curve of his neck golden and shining. Was he sweating or was it just your imagination? His adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped and when he was done he wiped the remainder with the back of his hand. A droplet escaped his mouth, glistening as it trailed down his throat. You swallowed, not realizing you were staring until Jungkook reminded the room of his existence.

“Woo! My man!” He clapped Hoseok on the shoulder excitedly, shaking him enthusiastically. Hoseok gave a toothy grin in response, his eyes on you. When had it gotten so hot? Jungkook’s turn went by in the blur, and then it was yours again.

“Alright Y/N. If you don’t choose dare this time I’ll make sure to pick a really embarrassing question.” Jungkook seemed giddy at the idea. Was the last one not embarrassing enough? You really needed to find other people to hang out with. You swiped your sticky palms down your jeans. I’m gonna get you back for this kid.

“Ughh. Dare then.” It couldn’t be that bad. Could it? Jungkook kicked his lips, a wicked glint in his eye. Maybe there was no god. Your muscles tightened, preparing to bolt.

‘Just take it off now girllll, just take it off. Uh. I'm a master baby with your bra.’

The familiar chime of his ring tone had you flinching, your heartbeat thumping loudly in your ears. Jungkook glanced down at his cell and recoiled, jumping up.

“Ahhh shit shit. Its my brother. Oh man.” He paced around the room, taking in deep breaths. Your covered your mouth, holding in your laughter.

“Hey Namjoon. Where am I? Uhh I went out. To the store. For snacks.” He cringed at his own lie and you smiled at his turmoil. You heard the yelling at the other end of the line and saw Jungkook swallow. He was already pulling on his jacket, and glancing at the door. He looked back at you and Hoseok, embarrassment clear on his face. You blew a chaste kiss at him and waved him away, reminding yourself to tease the younger at a later time. No sooner had you done this was the boy gone, whirling out the door with the quickness of a trained athlete. With him he took the light joking atmosphere and you felt immediately uncomfortable.

It wasn’t as if Hoseok was a bad guy. He was originally Jungkook’s friend, the two meeting through their love of dancing. (That and chasing tail.) Being close to Jungkook you were soon introduced to the man in question and had fallen down the dark rabbit hole of attraction. If it was a small interest, you could have easily brushed off how his eyes would linger longer than necessary, or how he would make himself seen when you were around. No, you were hopelessly crushing on Jung Hoseok and couldn’t stop how tense your body got when it was just the two of you. You crossed your legs and examined the chipped polish on your fingers, trying to avoid any eye contact with the man across from you.

“Hey.” You paused, whipping your head up at his voice. He mimicked your pose, his knees peeking out of the strategically ripped holes of his jeans. Why did his freaking knees have to look good too? You coughed, the dryness of your throat blocking your airway.

“Yeah?” You tried not to make the word a squeak.

“Truth or dare?” Hoseok looked thoughtful, tilting his head.

“Dare.” Maybe it was the alcohol making you brave. Or it could have been the roar of blood pounding in your ears.

“I dare you to take off your shirt.” You weren’t sure if you had really said it out loud, but by the look on Hoseok’s face..you had.

“Huh.” He clucked his tongue, keeping his eyes on yours. This was so stupid. And inappropriate. Now he was gonna think you were a pervert. Great. You shook your head, holding the weighted alcohol bottle in a tight grip.

“Sorry, you don’t have to do that.. I think I’m just a little dru-“ In a flash Hoseok had lifted his arms, his shirt finding its new residence on the floor. Holy moly. You weren’t expecting that. Your face burned at the newly exposed flesh and you pretended to scratch at your eyebrow as an excuse to look away.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was lower than you remembered it to be before. You chuckled awkwardly and cleared your throat again, not knowing how to respond.

“My turn now, right?” He filled the silence after a moment and ran his hand through the curtain of hair that framed his face. You followed his movements like a hawk, marveling at how soft his locks looked. How would it feel under your own fingertips? You wondered. You nodded silently, giving him the go ahead. Your heart was loud in your chest, drumming a steady beat in your ears.

“Truth..or dare?” You knew you were walking into dangerous territory now.

“Um..dare?”

“Kiss me.” You blinked owlishly. This was not happening. You had to be dreaming.

“Excuse me?” His face remained impassive. Unchanged.

“Kiss me.” You considered throwing yourself out of the window. But honestly..would kissing your crush be the worst thing in the world? Your eyes gravitated to the deep cupid’s bow of his lips. No. No it wouldn't.

You got onto all fours, making a decision before you could think better of it. You slowly crawled over to where Hoseok sat, trying to avoid staring at his chest for too long. It wouldn’t make what you were doing any easier. His eyes were lidded when you approached, almost closed. And you could hear how measured his breathing was up close. His eyelashes were long, framing his feminine shaped eyes and high cheekbones. For someone so hot he was...pretty.

The lit lamps in the room cast soft shadows on his skin, painting him in tones of muted gold and chocolate browns. It felt really intimate like this, in the silence and closeness of your apartment. Like lovers stealing away into the night. But you knew that you weren’t lovers. You were two almost strangers only brought together by the coincidence of Jungkook. You clenched your jaw and stopped in front of him. This was just a game. Silly. Something to be laughed at later. It was wishful thinking to believe it was anything else. Feeling your body sink into the carpet you sighed quietly, before pushing your upper half forward.

His mouth was pliant, coming alive at your small pressure. They were smooth, sliding over yours as butter would on toast. You hummed, relishing in the pleasant feeling. The lips pressed to yours were surprisingly hesitant in reciprocating however, and you pulled away as that twinge of doubt resurfaced.

Hoseok’s hand shot out to grab your arm, startling you.

“Kiss me again.” He breathed, his exhale puffing onto your face. You licked your lips, savoring the taste of him. Cheap beer mostly, but there was something else there too. Something dark and forbidden.You gripped a patch of carpet, uncaring of how damaged it would become.

“Unless you’re scared.” You floundered, your mouth opening and closing. Hoseok’s fingertips rubbed the crease in your elbow and you let out a shudder, your nerves trembling. Hoseok too was soon on his knees, moving to mimic your position. You were going to remark how it was your turn to ask him but found your body moving by itself.

You placed your hands on his bare shoulder, hoping he wouldn't notice how they were shaking. His fingers traced up your sleeve until they came to rest on the underside of your jaw. You came close to his ear, close enough to touch. You wet your lips.

“Truth or dare Hoseok?” It was a whisper.

“I choose you.”

He tugged you forward, pressing his lips into yours insistently. Your chest came flush with his as he fell back on his knees and you tried not to topple into him. He laughed lightly, adjusting himself until his arms were secure around your waist. You sighed into his mouth, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. They were as soft as you expected. Hoseok groaned, pulling you down onto his lap so that you were now straddling him. This position brought your crotches level to each other and he took full advantage of this by digging his nails into your hips and grinding his pelvis into yours. Your legs tightened on the side of his and you whimpered, biting his lip to stifle the noise.

“Oh Y/N..I’ve waited so long for this.”

Hoseok’s hand came up to rest on the curve of your back, angling you until his mouth could be latched on your chest. You squeaked at the unexpected wet tongue and gripped his shoulder blades, trying not to completely dig your nails into his skin. Your thin sports bra was no match for the persistence of Hoseok’s tongue and soon the material was soaked from his attentions.

“If your goal is to make this bra completely unwearable then I’d say you were successful.” You laughed breathlessly. He paused to give you a simmering look.

“Glad you finally caught on.” He grinned. Oh. Said bra was off of you quicker than you could comprehend along with your top, with Hoseok clinging to your now bare skin. You bowed your back when he started to suckle a nipple, the vibrations of his humming sending jolts of pleasure to your lower region. The hair along your body prickled, alive at the erotic sensation. You pressed yourself down on his jeans, unable to help that you were basically dry humping him like a cat in heat. The noises you made were sharp and jerky, reflecting your desperation.

“Oh god-Hoseok. Please I-.” He nipped at your collarbone.

“Careful. You’ll make me come in my pants.” You stopped abruptly and gave an apologetic look.

“Sorry.” You muttered, panting.

“Here. I have an idea that will help you unwind. Lay back.” You raised an eyebrow at him. He gave a small smile in return.

“Trust me. It will be better for both of us.” He tilted you back slowly, until you were on the carpet, your legs still wrapped around him. What the hell is he doing? You tried to keep the thought from reflecting on your face.

“Relax. I’m not gonna hurt you.” You swallowed back a twinge of fear, choosing to grip the soft flooring to contain your shaking. Hoseok pressed light kisses down your body until he reached your bottoms. He looked up at you for permission and it was then you finally understand his intentions. You jolted upright and pushed at his shoulders in a panic.

“No no. You um, don’t have to do that.” The sentence fumbled out, your cheeks flaming. Hoseok let out a full bellied laugh then and you just wanted to recede into a hole.

“You really are something Y/N. You’re the first girl I’ve ever met to say they didn’t want to get eaten out. That’s cute.” He shook his head, eyes twinkling in amusement.

“Don’t laugh at me you ass! It’s just-just that no one has ever done that for me before.” You slipped out from under him and curled into a ball, tucking your head into your knees. After a moment you heard Hoseok curse under his breath before you felt a touch on your shoulder. You lifted your head up hesitantly.

"Y/N. Hey. I'm sorry. Really. I was just surprised is all. It’s okay if you don’t have experience with it.” He looked sympathetic and thoughtful.

“Here, maybe this will be easier for you.” He said after a pause. You glanced over at him warily, only to see him lay flat on his back.

“Um..what are you doing?”

“Come here.” He beckoned, waving you to his side with a curl of his fingers. You sighed, rubbing at your eyes and obeyed him before you could think better of it.

“Okay, now what?”

Hoseok splayed a hand on your thigh, rubbing the cloth material.

“First you gotta get these off.” He smiled, not moving to do so himself, but letting you make the choice. If I do this I’ll be almost completely naked. Your nerves were starting to get the better of you again. You covered your chest self consciously. Hoseok’s face took on a serious expression.

“Y/N. We don’t have to do this. As much as I would nothing more than to have you screaming my name, I’m not gonna force you into anything.” The sincerity in his voice made you feel like an ass for thinking badly of him and you nodded your head before slowly slipping off your pants. You glanced at him to see his attention fully on you. With shaky hands you made to remove your simple panties when Hoseok protested.

“Leave those on actually. Just put your legs on either side of my head.”

“Umm what the hell?” You hadn’t meant to say that aloud.

Hoseok rolled his eyes before pulling you on his chest. The skin to skin contact made you gasp and you braced yourself on his pecs, feeling lightheaded. Hoseok's large hands roamed up the back of your thighs, urging them into position around his head, his eyes black and shining. This was beyond strange to you. It seemed..rude to have your vagina so close to someone’s face.

“Relax baby.” Your muscles clenched at the nickname. You felt the probing of a finger around your pantyline and could feel the sharp inhale of air from the man underneath you.

“Mmm you have no idea how good you smell Y/N. I’ll have to thank Jungkook later for inviting me.” At the mention of the kid you scoffed but the noise turned into a shuddering gasp when Hoseok moved your underwear to the side and flattened his tongue to swipe along your folds. You nearly fell over but caught yourself by grabbing onto Hoseok’s hair. He repeated the action, eliciting a moan from your lips.

“Not so bad is it?” He asked when he came up for air. You quickly shook your head, not able to form a response. You pushed your pelvis down on his tongue, riding the wet digit as his fingers dug into the meat of your behind.

"Oh Hoseok...oh god."

He hummed, holding you closer to his face, not letting up until your legs began to shake. Your body was pulsing, alive and burning. You rotated your hips, letting out a squeal when Hoseok gave attention to your clit. You yanked hard on his scalp until he gave a short shout.

"Sorry, sorry. I got carried away." He let out a breathless laugh, massaging the outside of your thighs.

"Its okay Y/N. I don't mind a little pain." He winked, before flicking his tongue out, resuming his attentions. You rocked against him, moaning in high pitched whines, feeling a familiar stirring below until you could take no more.

"Oh ah-ah! I think I'm gonna-"

"Come all over my face Y/N." His voice was husky, the demand giving you the push you needed to tumble over the edge. You screwed your eyes shut, mouth open soundlessly as your hips chased the electric tingling coursing through you. You felt your release slick down your thighs, and shuddered violently as Hoseok lapped it up reverently.

Soon his touch became too much however, and you weakly rolled off of him, your body jelly on the floor. Your chest heaved and you briefly wondered how you had never done anything like this before. You felt in a way, cheated.

A shadow passed over your face then and you glanced up to see a grinning Hoseok, his chin glistening. Mother of God. He ran his tongue over his mouth, collecting the remaining juices, before placing a light peck to your lips.

"You still alive?" He laughed at your disheveled state.

"Just get down here and kiss me again." You grabbed him by his shoulder, satisfied when he was tightly pressed against you. You were both panting, pawing at every inch of skin until Hoseok pulled away to fumble with the button of his jeans. He seemed to struggle with the material, from nerves or drunkenness you couldn't tell. He cursed under his breath after a third attempt, frustration evident in the heavy breaths.

"Here let me." You deftly undid the clasp of his pants, surprised at the steadiness of your hands. Hoseok seemed sheepish, not looking at you when he tugged the item down his lean legs. You sat transfixed, watching as his boxer briefs came into view, the front bulging. Well shit.

You were both now in only your underwear and stared at each other in silence. You swallowed loudly and flicked your eyes down to the mass before you, both intimidated and aroused. You could tell he was big, the tent in his boxer briefs leaving nothing to the imagination. You reached for them but was stopped by Hoseok. He cleared his throat but his sentence still came out hoarse.

“Another time, Y/N. I just...want to be inside you. If uh, you still want to.” He quickly added, scratching his head with his free hand. You smiled at his thoughtfulness, and leaned back to mimic his position earlier.

“I’m all yours.”

Teeth clashed together in a frenzy, tongues teasing and tasting sweaty skin. Remaining undergarments were ripped off, hands only briefly exploring before impatience got the better of you two. Hoseok held himself in his hands, and suddenly rubbed the tip on your clit, shocking you enough for a thought to cross your lust clouded brain.

“Hey Hoseok, do you have any protection?” It came out almost incomprehensible you were breathing so hard.

"Ah shit. Yeah I do. Sorry I almost forgot." He patted the area around him with one hand, still holding himself in the other. His dick was stiff and bright red, leaking already. Curiously you swiped the top of it, hearing a loud hiss from Hoseok.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He swore, finding the condom in the back of his jeans and ripping it open with his teeth. He rolled it down on himself in one fluid move before he slid between your legs, fitting himself in the v shape. He stared at the inviting image of you for a moment before using a hand to grasp your hip.

"Can I-?"

As if he needed any more permission.

"God yes."

He entered you fast and you flinched, the stretch instantly painful.

"My bad my bad, here I'll be gentler." He promised, pulling out and pushing back in at a much more comfortable pace. He stopped when his hips were flush with your thighs and took in a shuddering breath. He waited approximately five seconds until he began to thrust sharply, causing your body to slide up and down the shaggy floor. What an embarrassing way to get rug burn. You thought, reaching for Hoseok to ground yourself. He got the hint and intertwined one of your hands with his own, leaving the other to control his movements.

He wasn't overly thick but he was long, reaching places deep inside you that soon had tears springing to your eyes.

"Are you-ah, okay Y/N?" He'd noticed your emotional reaction and slowed.

"Ye-yes! Don't stop. Don't stop please!" You arched your back, shutting your eyes against the red hot sensations burning through you. You clawed at the carpet, feeling your stomach twist and your toes curl. You were already sensitive from your previous orgasm and a second one was coming fast. You threw your head to the side, feeling utterly taken and oh so wanted.

Hoseok’s body stuttered then and his hips started to lose their rhythm.

"I don't know how much longer I'll last up here. I was already hard at the thought of seeing you tonight and then we kissed and-ugh you're so hot and wet. I just want to stay inside you forever." He was gasping, his words tumbling out in a slur, sweat caked on his tanned skin.

" I-I want to see you come again." Hoseok said suddenly, and you felt him rubbing erratically at your engorged clit.

You fell apart at his touch, bucking to meet the pleasure as your rode out your second high, only noticing that your partner was finished when he gave out a yell and was on top of you. You held him close, ignoring the twitching of your muscles in favor of burying your nose in his hair. Hoseok sighed and nuzzled your neck before pulling out of you and discarding the used rubber. He flopped down on the couch and waved you over, which you obeyed happily. You lay your head on his chest and listened to the strong thumping of his heart, wondering where in the hell you two would go from there. His fingers played in the curve of your back and you shuddered. You decided that maybe that thought could wait.

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