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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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MYG - Music To My Heart.

Part 2.

You knocked on his studio door, once, twice and then when he didn’t answer you knocked a much firmer third.

The door swung open, the older man grunting about not wanting to be disturbed, that is until he sees you. His frown evened out as his lips turned into a subtle smile.

“You came? Is everything okay?” He stepped aside, giving you the go-ahead to enter the room.

You sat down in his chair, which had been pushed into the far corner almost as if he wanted to distance himself from the computer. “I’m okay, you are not.”

He rolled his eyes closing the door, taking a seat on the couch opposite you. “I am, if Jimin called you then you should have ignored it.”

“He said you swore at him.” You raise your eyebrows, Yoongi was never one to raise his voice, he wouldn’t be afraid to use an insult or two but no one ever took it personally.

“I’m just stuck okay? You know what I get like whenever I have a block.” His gaze falls to his fingers as he picks the skin around the nail, something your recognised a long time ago as being something he did because of his anxiety.

You sighed walking over to him, sitting yourself in his lap. His hands ceased their silent attack on one another in favour of resting on your hips. “We talked about this yoon. You have to rest otherwise you’ll get burnt out.”

“It’s not like that this time, I nearly have it. I can feel it there I just don’t know how to bring those thoughts forward. I even tried meditating.” He defends himself, his voice cutely raising a pitch.

You but your lip in hopes of hiding your smile. “You tried meditating.”

“Jimin caught me and told me he would post it on Weverse if I didn’t go home.” He scowled.

You remember how jimin had been vague earlier on the details that prompted Yoongis' outburst. “That explains why he was so shady when he called me.”

“You have got to stop listening to any member in the maknae line, I swear they only exist to make you babysit me.” He laughs resting his head against your shoulder.

You let him sit there for as long as he needs, his breathing grows quiet as does everything else in the room. You relax alongside him, your own head resting against his as you run your hand through his long black hair. After a while, you begin to hum, something you often did to occupy the space between you and him.

You almost fall off his lap as he sits up, pushing you off his lap. “What the fuck Yoongi?!” You shout throwing his shooky pillow at him.

“That hum.” He sits in his chair his fingers rushing across the keyboard as if his thought was going to escape him any minute. “What was that hum?”

You lean forward, a little confused. “I don’t know it was just something I made up as I went along.”

“Could you do it again but into the mic?”

“Min Yoongi if you want me to feature on your song that will be 5 million.”

“Won?” He asks, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Dollars.” You giggle, tiptoeing over to him.

“Never gonna happen but I’ll let you braid my hair.” He extends a hand to which you shake playfully.

You shake your head in disbelief as you walk over to the microphone, waiting for him to signal the okay before humming the same tune. He had you do it a few more times before asking you to hum another one but this time quieter.

“I think I have an idea for some lyrics.” He explains to you, extending a hand to call you back to him.

You could see the earlier tension in his shoulders were no more. “I hope I helped.”

“You did Sweetheart. How about you go and get us some dinner and meet me at home in say an hour? I’ll get some lyrics recorded and meet you at home.”

You knew this was him gently explaining he needed his space to work and you were more than happy to give him that, he went to hand you his card as you slipped on your shoes but you declined. As much as you would both joke about it you always were equal. Of course, there were things he could afford to do that you couldn’t but you always did your best to contribute fairly.

On days like today when your Boyfriend was stressed and overwhelmed you liked to treat him the same way he, did you. You requested that the driver he had arranged to take you home stop at Yoojung Sikdang.

Yoongi had talked about wanting food there for months, it was always way too busy and it was an attraction that army would frequently visit, it being the restaurant bangtan had used during their debut days.

You had met the owner a few times, she knew who you were but no one else did which allowed you the ability to pick up yoongis favourite dish from the restaurant.

You got home pretty fast which is why you were surprised to see Yoongis shoes by the door. The sound of the refrigerator opening alerts you to his location.

You managed to slide off your shoes and carry the many boxes safely into the kitchen without dropping anything.

“Hey baby do you wa- you did not.” His eyes widen in disbelief as he focuses on the box’s logo.

“I thought you deserve an old comfort.”

“What did you get?” He practically throws the box open in excitement.

“black pork and stone pot bibimbap and grilled black pork belly.”

He swings around faster than you could comprehend, his lips colliding with yours as his hands grip into your hair. He traces your jaw with kisses, leaving a mark just below your ear.

“If I knew you’d react like that I would have gone months ago.” You laugh, feeding him a piece of pork.

“Aish don’t be a brat.” He accepts the food, mumbling about how good it tastes.

You both laughed before taking another bite of food. You watched the man silently, his face seemingly happy. “How did it sound in the end?”

“Like music to my heart.”

You can’t help but blush as he winks at you, a hand squeezing your thigh before turning back to his meal. His own shyness laid out as he laughed into his bony hands.

Yoongi wasn’t the easiest person, it took you a long time to understand him but you were thankful that you took the time to, you couldn’t imagine your life without the man. His random spurts of energy, his focus and dedication, his passion, the way he loves and the way he wants to be loved are all things you never thought you’d love about a person, funnily enough, they are all the things you love about him.

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sweetiesicheng · 4 months

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seventeen - award show

vernon x reader ; featuring : ateez

word count : 2,280

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"and then you'll go upstage," one of the stage managers explained to you as you stood on the performance stage.

"got it," you said with a nod, looking around and watching staff members set things up.

"would you like to go ahead and rehearse your performance?" another crew member asked you.

"yea, actually, that'd be great if we could," you said to them.

one of your staff members helped you get your microphone on while a few props were being moved on stage. your dancers were also on stage listening to things that staff members were saying.

"oh y/n~"

you raised an eyebrow in confusion and started looking around when you heard someone speak. then, you noticed some people waving and jumping at you from where the artists' area would be.

"what are you guys doing here?" you immediately asked, speaking into your microphone.

"you aren't the only one with rehearsal," seungkwan said into a microphone before mingyu snatched the microphone away.

"are we going to see your new song?" mingyu asked.

"yea, don't spoil it. the music video comes out in two days," you said to them.

"what if i go live on weverse live right now?" jeonghan asked.

"hey! you better not!" you exclaimed.

"we'll start y/n's sound check now," someone announced and you hurried to get into your starting spot.

you ran through your performance and watched a video afterwards, keeping mental notes of things you needed to remember. some stage crew talked to you about things to be aware of when you performed your set.

afterwards, you met up with seventeen, who were hanging out in the artists' area still.

"are you rehearsing after me?" you asked when you made it over to the area.

"no, another group is before we do," the8 answered you as he leaned against where he was sitting.

"so what are you guys doing here then?" you asked.

"we're bored," joshua answered as he played on his phone.

you crossed your arms and leaned into your hip. "okay, i know you guys have been to japan so many times in the past, but there has to be something that you guys could be doing right now other than waiting to do your sound check," you said to all of them.

"you know how many shows they're doing? kind of a miracle that they came," someone said and you looked over your shoulder.

you uncrossed your arms and put them on your hips, no longer leaning into your hip. "yah! shouldn't you be resting at home?" you questioned s.coups, who was sitting next to dino.

"just supporting my boys, that's all," he replied with a grin.

"y/n! the others are ready to rehearse the collaboration stage in the rehearsal room, if you would like to go ahead and leave," your manager spoke up. you turned and nodded your head at her.

"okay," you said before looking at the guys. "you guys have time to grab dinner one night while you’re here?" you asked.

"we're heading back to korea after this," dino spoke up.

"really? that soon?" you questioned.

"yea, we have to," dk spoke up. "don't worry, you and vernon can go in a date another time," he said while laughing.

"hey!" you yelled and crossed your arms with a pout.

"he's right, you know," vernon said, putting his arm around your shoulders. "can i walk you to your rehearsal?" he asked.

"sure," you replied, smiling at him.

the two of you left with your manager and another staff member directing you where to go.

"so how's everything been? you've been really busy," vernon asked you.

"it's been fun," you said to him, "i really like the new song," you mentioned.

"this one is really good. i'm sure it's going to be a hit," he complimented, "your stage looks really good too."

"thanks, babe," you said while smiling.

"of course," he replied and dropped his arm. "good luck during rehearsal. don't work too hard," he said to you.

"you too," you replied and pecked his lips. "bye."

"see ya," he said with a smile.

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"y/n! y/n! over here!"

"look over here please!"

"right here, y/n!"

paparazzi continued taking photos as you walked along the red carpet. you continued making your way down the line before reaching the end and going into the venue for the award show you were attending.

"y/n!" you immediately smiled when you saw mingi waving at you. then, he gestured you over to him and the guys.

"you look great," seonghwa complimented.

"thank you. you guys look great," you replied. "are you guys performing later?" you asked them.

some of them nodded. "yea, we are," yeosang said. "you are too, right?"

you nodded, "yea. i have to change after i present an award," you mentioned.

"what award?" san asked.

"best male performance? something along those lines. you guys were nominated for it, i know that much," you replied.

"oh, that one," hongjoong spoke while fixing his jacket.

a staff member came by and instructed all of you inside the venue to your seats. you sat with the guys and greeted other artists who were around.

"oh, we have light sticks!" wooyoung exclaimed, grabbing a light stick that was on a seat.

"we have them too? that's fun," yunho said.

"it's just a block," you commented, holding one in your hand. you pressed a button and the device turned on, shining brightly in your face.

soon, the show started and the first performance occurred. you watched in amazement as performances went by and applauded quite a bit.

after a bit, it was time for you to present an award. staff directed you from the artists' area to the main stage. you had a card in hand and walked on stage when your name was called to present the award.

fans cheered and clapped for you as you walked on stage. you headed towards the microphone and stood right behind it.

"it's an honor to be presenting this next award. with incredible nominees, it's quite difficult to have only one winner for this award," you spoke. "the award for favorite global performer — male group goes too...ateez!" you announced and the crowd erupted in cheers. you stepped back and applauded as music played. ateez made their way to the stage and gave a speech.

once their speech was over, you went backstage and changed into your outfit for your performance. while backstage, you started warming up in a hallway with many artists and staff members moving about.

you continued to warm up, trying to keep yourself warm since the venue was freezing cold for you. as you finished doing your singing warm-up, you saw a couple of the guys walking up to you.

"you guys are here?" you questioned as wonwoo walked up to you with jun behind him.

"yea. we just got here," wonwoo answered.

"this is the only stage you have today, right?" jun asked you.

you nodded, "yea. the other one will be tomorrow, but that one is pretty easy."

"y/n!"

hoshi dashed in with a giant smile on his face with woozi joining in right after.

"hi, hoshi," you greeted. "you guys probably need to go out there, right?" you asked.

"eh, we're already late. more time won't hurt that much," woozi said after shrugging his shoulders.

"hey, want me to grab vernon? i think he's getting a little makeup touched up," hoshi asked you. you shook your head.

"i'll probably see him later. i need to keep warming up. this place is freezing," you said to them.

"well, we'll see you later. good luck out there!" dino said to you before the four of them left.

you continued warming up and your outfit was fixed since one of the pieces wasn't staying on. your backup dancers were also with you, getting ready to perform.

you were performing two songs for your stage; one was your most popular song and the other was your new title track. you were worried about the new title track since you hadn't performed it yet, but you were hoping everyone would like the live performance.

"we need y/n on standby!" someone announced.

you headed to standby and waited for your queue to get on stage. a speech was being given by another group that had won an award.

once the speech ended, the stage became dark. you headed on stage and found your starting spot while your dancers got into their spots. the music started to play and the stage started to display different colors with the lights.

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after your performance, you made it backstage and a staff member started taking your mic pack off of you while another dabbed your face with a napkin. your manager handed you a water, and you started drinking it.

"y/n! nice job out there," one of your dancers said.

"that was such a good performance," another dancer said in excitement.

"you guys did really good. i'm glad the breakdown went good," you said as someone handed you a fan to help you cool down. "you guys take it easy. i'll see you at dinner," you said to them as they walked past you.

once you cooled down, you had your makeup and hair touched up before heading to the artists' area.

"oh, y/n sunbae! hello!"

“hello sunbae!”

"hi," you smiled and greeted some of the artists who greeted you. you sat down in an empty row and watched the performance that was going on.

"is this seat taken?"

you looked up and saw vernon smiling at you.

"do i know you?" you asked him. both of you started laughing and he sat down next to you. "hey.”

"hi."

you saw the rest of seventeen sitting down in the row you were sitting in and another row a few feet down.

"you guys were seriously fashionable late," you said to him.

"well, here we are," he said to you. "you did really good. the new song sounded really good."

"i was so worried, but the music video comes out tomorrow, so i hope people liked tonight's performance and will look forward to the video," you said to him.

"well, you're a really good artist, so i think it'll work out," he said to you with a smile. "i forgot to ask, but what are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"i have dinner plans with my team," you answered. "you should've texted me earlier. i would've cancelled dinner," you said to him.

"it's fine. i didn't know our plans either," he replied. "what about tomorrow morning?" he asked.

"i'm free until eleven. wanna do something?" you asked him.

he nodded, "yea, let's text tonight about it."

"uh, lovebirds?" you looked over and saw seungkwan looking at you two. "you two are gonna be trending on twitter if you keep talking to each other."

"i mean, we're public, so does it matter?" you asked.

"not really, but you'll still be trending," seungkwan said.

"hey, can i finally get my credit for setting you two up?" wonwoo asked.

"i literally said thanks like two months ago," vernon said to him.

"publicize it," wonwoo requested.

you laughed, "i'll do it later. you'll get a special shoutout on instagram."

"congratulations, y/n!"

"wait, i won an award?"

"see, this is what happens when you're too busy talking to your boyfriend and not paying attention!"

"i can still hear you even with the cheering, seungkwan!"

—

"ah, finally," you spoke to yourself as you plopped down onto the bed of your hotel room. you had just gotten back from having dinner with your team, but you were so tired from the past few hours.

just as you were about to sit back up, your phone rang. you sat up and looked around to find your phone on the desk. you stood up and walked over to the desk. your phone screen showed a video call from vernon. as you sat down at the desk, you answered the video call.

"yo."

"is that how you two answer the phone?"

you recognized dino's voice in the background and started laughing. your boyfriend looked over his shoulder for a second before looking back at his phone.

"i'm with the guys. we're all in one of the hotel rooms," vernon explained.

"should i come visit?" you asked.

"no! but he can visit you!" mingyu yelled.

vernon looked back over his shoulder again, "guys, really?"

"should i hang up?" you asked vernon.

"no, don't. just wanted to check up on you," vernon replied. "oh, i was thinking that we could grab something from a convenience store and walk around in the morning. sound good to you?" he asked you.

"sounds cute," you said to him.

"that's all you could come up with? did we not give you enough tips?" woozi asked.

you laughed, "you guys would be surprised with how many ideas vernon has," you said. "babe, what time?"

"what time do you think you'll get up?" vernon asked you.

"eight?" you suggested.

"yea, sure."

"should we spy on them?" hoshi asked.

"we can take candid photos of them. make them trend for days," jeonghan spoke up.

"that's it," vernon said and you noticed him stand up. "i'll see you guys later," he announced.

"and where are you going?" s.coups asked.

"to be with my girl and to talk to her in peace because i know you guys will keep saying stuff," vernon replied, "i'll be back in a few hours. promise."

"wow, i get my boyfriend all to myself," you said with a smile.

"don't give him hickeys! we perform tomorrow!"

"yah!"

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spagettae · 10 months

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— Only you, Nobody else.

wherein seeing how many people adored beomgyu you can't help but think he will eventually replace you with someone better.

cw : lowercase intended me thinks that's all

word count : 1005

note : idk but i thought of this with that one beomgyu live where it was almost an ot5 live ‼️‼️

beomgyu told you that he will be going live on weverse for a bit and have a little chit-chat. you were in the same room, watching beomgyu go live as he laughs and talks at the screen reading their comments. you decided to just waits for him and scroll from tiktok for a while.

since their group just had finished a concert your for you page was full of concert clips. mostly beomgyu. of course it never failed to make your heart jump in joy as you watched those beomgyu clips with heart eyes.

everything is perfect in your relationship, everything is there, to the point there's nothing missing. yet everytime something goes wrong between the both of you, you think there's something missing and your usual worriness will get the best of you and starts overthinking.

beomgyu was always there to assure you and you assuring him too and that makes it easy for the both of you to understand each other. just a change of someone's behavior or being too quiet, beomgyu or you can know what's going on.

“ is [name] with you? ” beomgyu said as he has a big grin on his fave before pretending he was thinking. “ are they with me? guess! ” he said and laughed, as he looked at you to check on you before looking back onto the screen to read comments.

curious about what's going on in the live so you go to your weverse and click beomgyu's live not forgetting to lower the volume or else he will hear himself across the room.

reading the comments as you watched the chats going fast as you can't read everything but you see a chat saying “ of course you are! you two are always together. ” and “ [name] is with you, i can feel their presence ” those kind of chats never failed to make you smile as you just watched his live quietly.

while reading the comments and when you're seeing him just made you think there will be a time he would end this relationship you two had and find someone better. knowing how many people adored beomgyu just made you think you weren't good enough to be his significant other.

trying to wash those thoughts away from your mind as you stopped watching his live and goes back to watching tiktoks again. overthinking won't help unless you start to worry and it will result in overthinking it.

an hour had passed and you heard beomgyu bid his goodbye before turning off the live, groaning before cleaning everything on the table and the thing he used to go live.

“ [name], darlingggg " he whined tiredly as he walks to the bed laying down beside you. shutting down your phone as you put it in the beside table as you looked at him.

beomgyu can notice you staring at him as he lifts his head to look at you. your eyes are filled with adoration as you feel yourself smile. “ hm? what is it? ” beomgyu asked as you got out of your dazed and shook your head and just smiled at him.

he can just look at you with one eyebrow raised as he sits up and looks at you. “ no, perhaps a penny for your thoughts? ” he questioned and grabbed your hand and held it.

“you know, you can tell me anything right?” he said softly as he made eye contact with you. beomgyu knows when something is wrong. when you don't use your words and just shook your head and smiles at him. it just tells him that something is wrong.

“ if that's the case, am i good enough? ” you suddenly asked, beomgyu's eyes widened at your question but quickly turned soft as he smiled. “ of course, you are! you are more than enough for me.” he answered as he lets go of your hand and cupped your cheeks as he kissed your forehead. “ why did you ask me that? ” he asked, still not letting go of your cheeks.

“ it's just.. am i really? i can't help but think i'm not actually good enough. what if you find someone else better than me? what if you leave me for someone else? ” you said, muttering the last sentences but you think beomgyu might still hear it.

beomgyu didn't respond but just hugged you tightly. he knows you just needed a big hug and reassurance, he will never get tired of reassuring you that you will always be his number one priority.

“ hey.. don't overthink those stuff, okay? remember what i promised? i will never leave you and i'm not planning to break that promise. i will always be here, staying by your side. ” he whispered softly into your ears, noticing that you're hugging him tightly as if he will disappear if you don't hold tight enough.

“ 'm sorry for always worrying... it just makes me anxious thinking about how many people admire you.. ” apologizing for being too emotional and that how many people admire him just makes you more worried but knowing beomgyu, he always keeps his promises so you trust him that he will never leave you.

he can only chuckle at your response as he said “ it's alright, i know you're just worried but don't worry alright? it will always be you and nobody else. ” before letting go of the hug and kissing your forehead once again. you can only smile as you nod.

“ i love you. ” you straight forwardly said, making beomgyu freeze. he never hears you say i love you first since you were too shy to do so but now you said it first his smile became bigger. “ i love you more. ” he said as he kissed you before laying down as you did the same, scooting closer to beomgyu to feel his warmth as he just embraced you closer to him.

that night made everything clear. your worriness was gone as you can feel yourself drifting off to sleep while beomgyu checked if you're asleep as he closed his eyes and dozed off.

#tomorrow x together #beomgyu #tomorrow by together #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu #txt fluff #txt imagines #beomgyu x reader #txt fic #txt x reader

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jennaissantes · 2 years

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ENHYPEN

- YOUR FIRST KISS WITH THEM [maknae line]

warnings: fluffff omg, profanity, mentions of food (a drink), and way too much fluff and kissing help. lmk if i missed any!

SUNOO! You drink up the last of your frappe. Sunoo had finished his once a few minutes prior, teasing you for being so slow.

The two of you were on a date, the 8th one, if you remember correctly. You liked him a lot, and he did too. The problem was, you were both just really shy.

Both of you wanted to go further into the relationship, but both of you were way too shy or scared to initiate something. So you decided that if you didnt do something about it, nothing would happen.

“Hey Sunoo.” He turned his heads to hear what you had to say, excpet you werent saying anything. His breath gets caught in his throat. You kissed his cheek.

You giggled at the way he turned red so suddenly. “Wh- I- Y/n- Wow.”

He smiled, so bright, its infectious. Suddenly, hes trapping you in his arms, smiling at you and leaning closer. Now its your turn to blush.

He leaves a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more, but you dont complain (for now), breaking out into one of the biggest smiles ever.

“Ive been wanting to do that for a while now.”

JUNGWON! “Awwwww” you gushed at the photo. You were going through weverse when you found a cute picture of your boyfriend that a fan had posted. Said boyfriend steps out of the bathroom, walking towards you, curious.

“What’s aww?” You look at him, and show him the picture. “You.”

Jungwon's face crunches up “Eeeeee nooo. I look so weird!” you go to him and hig him, wrapping your arms around him as he holds you close and puts his head on top of yours. “No. You look very cute, Wonie.” you giggle.

The two of you had only been dating for a month, so moments like these made both your hearts beat at very fast speeds, not being used to such moments.

“Youre cuter.” He pulls away from the hug, to look at you. You lean in closer “Youre cuter.” He shakes his head, mirroring your actions. “Youre the cutest.” “Youre cuter than the cutest.” He frowns “Hey thats not fair!” You bump your forehead against his. “Is too.”

Only then are the two of you aware of the close proximity. Jungwon cant help but steal a glance at your lips. He always thought you had pretty lips and would wonder what it would be to kiss you.

“Can I kiss you?” You cant bring yourself to answer verbally, so you just nod. He leans in, closing the gap.

The kiss is short, but sweet. Leaves you a giggling mess.

“That was cool. Wanna do it again?”

NI-KI! “Riki… stop staring at me. Is there something on my face?”

Your lovely boyfriend had been staring holes into your face for the past 10 minutes. You couldnt handle all that attention.

He smiles “I'm not staring. I'm admiring. There's a difference baby.” oh there he goes again, with the nicknames.

You bury your head into his neck, snuggling into him further. It was one of those days, where he was feeling extra confident. “Stop it” You whine.

“No can do missy.” He pats your head gently.

What the fuck. Your heart was beating so fast. “What’s with all the affection?” You ask him, raising your eyebrows. He pecks your forehead, making you widen your eyes. “Nothing I just feel like it.”

He smiles at you, and leans in to give you a small kiss on your nose. “You missed.”

He makes a small sound of confusion “What- Oh.” he smirks, leaning down even further, your lips just a breath away from his.

You both look into each other's eyes for a second, before he closes his, and leans in to kiss you softly on the lips.

He caresses your cheeks with one hand, bringing you closer with the other, making you almost sit on his lap.

“Wow I am so doing that more often.”

all right belong to iwonzzi. do not translate my works or repost them.

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moonsunlovers · 8 months

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Jimin, the art collector? 🧐

Maybe for their future home

Hi!! Welcome to my new rant. Today this two cuties came!!! Namjoon uploaded a story showing that Jimin and him have spend some time today in the Frieze Seoul 2023 (what a coincidence that Jimin is more active on instagram and letting us know what is he doing now that Jungkook is on the US btw 👀).

And with it something that I haven’t seen before popped up in my time line. Jimin, an art collector??? Apparently it’s true, somebody from a podcast called Maebul Show confirmed that Jimin visits frequently art exhibitions and often buys art pieces.

Truly shocking right?? Not because Jimin is not the type of person who would buy art, don’t get me wrong. He is, he has an amazing taste and he is into collecting things, as we have seen with his watches. But it isn’t something expected if we take as reference the things we know about his apartment. In the live that he made for Jungkook’s birthday he let us see little glimpses of his home and honestly… is pretty simple and empty, almost like a model house. Of course we haven’t seen it all and he could have a lot of stuff in his room and the saloon, but even himself said it:

Where are all the stuff that he has been collecting this whole time?? His house should look something like RM’s home with paintings in the walls and works of art displayed around the house and it seems like this is not the case. It looks like he haven’t made the effort to decorate the house in a personal way or tried to make it feel more like home (pretty much like Jungkook in his current appartment). Even his parents said so.

Last year in the Festa dinner when everyone was describing their houses and commenting on the decoration styles he was awfully quiet. They didn’t comment anything about his home and no one said that he also collected art when it was commented that Namjoon’s house was like a museum. He was actually quite nervous picking at his nails and carefully observing the conversation. My favorite moment? When they started to tease Jungkook for having a lot of mattress around his house and they shared a knowing look. The way Jimin arched his eyebrow to Jungkook in that moment said it all.

Why would Jimin suddenly started to share more about his home when he has been super private the last two years to the point that he cropped photos of his tv or his pot when he uploaded on Weverse to avoid showing the countertop of his kitchen or any centimeter of his home??? Why this change? Why now? Strange.

Is he going to move out soon and he’s simply not caring that much anymore about his current house? Could be the answer.

We know for sure that somebody is moving out next year, someone whose new five-story house is to be completed early this new year (Jungkook’s current home contract ends around April and his new house is predicted to be finished around the firsts months of the year).

Is it possible that certain couple is going to live together again after the military service? Imagine them decorating their new home together again. *dreamy sight*

See you next time!

#jikook #kookmin #mingukkie

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tonymontanaftjm · 3 years

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don’t ask me who i’m in love with because the answer will always be kim namjoon, it never changes

#cody.txt #I AM ONCE AGAIN HERE TO TELL YOU I'M IN LOVE WITH NAMJOON #THE EYEBROW ANSWER ON WEVERSE #OH I ADORE HIM

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lyjikyu · 3 years

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THEIR FANS ASKING IF THEIR S/O IS SINGLE WHEN THEY'RE LIVE TO MESS WITH THEM ★ 트레저

I honestly don't know what this abomination is jwudhsdj

– ❨　💬　❩: may not be accurate, loads of dialogue, repetitive words?, grammar and spelling errors

＃ HYUNSUK – stares at the camera with furrowed eyebrows. honestly he's just confused and needs reassurance whether if treasure makers are joking or not. “are you guys for real??!” he asks and the members shrug. “no I don't think they are.” jihoon says looking at the comments that were filled by the same question and then laughing. “are you down with sharing y/n?” “nO I'M NOT!”

＃ JIHOON – will find the comments funny when he gets used to it wjwjsw. “Is y/n single?” jihoon reads out loud and chuckles. “what kind of question is that? of course they're not.” and then tries to move onto a new topic but the comments are just filled with it. “do all of you really want to date y/n that bad? why don't I call them.” LEGIT CALLS YOU REALLY. “y/n you're watching the live right?” he smiles hearing you laugh. “so what do you think? the fans want to date you.” “NO JIHOON what do YOU think?” “honestly, I'm okay with it” “JIHOON-” “IM JOKING, calm dowN!”

＃ YOSHI – he doesn't know how to reply ( ㅠ^ㅠ) and just laughs awkwardly. and the members have to egg him on to reply. “what do you think yoshi?” “are you going to reply to that?” “I mean... I would..If I know how to” he mumbles looking down at his phone pretending to be busy scrolling at the comments. in THE INSIDE, his just like hyunsuk! completely puzzled because he doesn't know if the fans are serious or not. but he realizes immediately its not when the comments become repeated. “you guys made yoshi overthink” “hUEH? NO NO! I was just ..... please don't take y/n away from me.” “I-I don't think they will yoshi ㅠㅠ”

＃ JUNKYU – will fight /j bUT NO SERIOUSLY I think he'll have this never ending playful argument with treasure makers, where their just fighting over you ㅠㅠ. “stop gate keeping y/n junkyu.” “i'M NOT GATE KEEPING THEM, i'm literally their boyfriend ㅠㅠ” he whines as he moves his chair backwards, showing the camera his crossed arms and pouty face. “I think we can just watch you and the rest of the treasure makers fight for the rest of the live” “nOO this HAS TO STOOop” the members would probably feel so done ( ; -;)

＃ MASHIHO – knows its a joke and just laughs at the comments. “mashiho the fans want to know if y/n's single.” “huh? why are you guys asking?” he says in between giggles. he finds them really amusing and would smile while shaking his head feeling kind of dissapointed sjjdkdr. “you guys can't have y/n, their not single, and no I'm not allowing it even if its just for a day.” “they said you're no fun.” “thEIR MY PARTNER !2?₱(₱”

＃ JAEHYUK – would feel BETRAYED?! pretends like everything is just over for him ㅠㅠ. “jaehyuk! I saw y/n's post with you the other day, are they single? can you introduce them to me?” “guuuys...why are you like thiiis. we've talked about this beforee I cAN'T SHARE Y/N!” he proceeds to make a cross with his arms while shaking his head. “I thought I could trust you guys ㅠㅠ.” the members are so DONE with him being a drama queen and just shuts him up. “if you guys don't stop teasing jae, this will be never ending.”

＃ ASAHI – confused but amused, you know what I'm saying??3!! like he doesn't know why are the fans acting like that but then, hey its kinda funny? “sahi, the treasure makers are asking if y/n's single.” “again?” “what do you mean again?” “I saw their posts and comments on weverse too.” and then the members get confused to why he didn't interact with them the first place wmisjwd. “so do you want to answer it in this live?” “yeah, y/n's not single.” “that's all?” “you said answer the question. so I did. am I supposed to say more?” “no ( ㅠ v ㅠ)”

＃ YEDAM – OH BOY. “is y/n single yedam?” “why are you guys asking that all of a sudden?” he stares at the camera wITH JUDGING EYES then laughs. of course he's also confused, like whY ask that question when everyone knows that his dating you the first place ㅠㅠ. “ya'll are playing with me again. stop that.” he says before he takes a look at the comments again, giggling when he sees that the treasure makers are pretending to be angry at him. “y/n told us to prank you. they said that? well tell them it failed. sorry love, you're not that cheeky.”

＃ DOYOUNG – I MISS THIS BOY SO MUCH ㅠㅠ. *confused laughter initiated* because he was probably doing his usual flirting stuff when that comment popped up qniduwe. “doyoung the fans are now asking if y/n's single” “what?” checks the comments to see if its true or not and then suprises himself. “maybe its because you've been flirting with them non-stop that's why they thought you broke up?” “wAIT- you think so?” “you know jeongwoo's kidding ri-” “but we didn't break up, guys y/n's fine with it!” but then the question will play in his mind the whole live to the point where he's so silent. “wait doyoung's so silent.” “maybe its because of that question earlier. he's like: am I bad boyfriend!?” “aHAhaa No No, Its not that.” “yeah, Its definitely that.” “NOOo 😭”

＃ HARUTO – samE as YOSHI? like he does NOT know how to reply to that because HE IS ALSO VERY CONFUSED WJDJJSJ. “why are the fans asking if y/n is single?” “haruto what do you think about that?” and he replies with a shrug. forgive him he really just doesn't know 🤧. secretly texts you as he places his phone in his lap, below the table. “y/n you're watching the live right?” “yeah, why?” “tHE FANS! their asking if you're single. BUT YOU'RE NOOTT.” “you know their joking right?” “YES! whAT DO I DO???!?” “man.. I don't know.. tell them I'm not single?” “bE CREATIVE ATLEAST ㅠㅠ”

＃ JEONGWOO – flustered and CONFUSED. also does not know how to handle these kinds of situation so at some point he just asks the members and treasure makers to stop teasing him sJwudj pOOR BOYY. “it seems like teumes want to take y/n from you now.” hyunsuk jokes as he scrolls through the comments. and then jaehyuk wraps his arm around jeongwoo's shoulder “what can you say about that?” “hyuuung” he whines and WILL KEEP on whining until the others stop teasing him ㅠㅠ. “y/n's probably watching this. what do you want to say them?” “I'm so sorry on the behalf of how these guys are acting”

＃ JUNGHWAN – already gets SO worked up when the members mention your relationship and NOW THIS??@!₱(48_ “junghwan you have to answer this.” junkyu shows the comment and then junghwan rushes to leave the room- no i'm kidding, but he'll probably chuckle and then play with his ears wjdhbw. “our maknae is currently facing his first problem.” “noo I'm nooott” “do you have any comments junghwan?” “I DoN't have anyyy (´ . .̫ . `) ..” “whisper them to me junghwan!” “hYUNG STOP-”

I hope this wasn't too bad ( ; v ;) I love you all! thank you for 600 followers again <3

TREASURE MASTERLIST

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laladellakang · 2 years

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Wasn’t Thinking Straight

enhypen 8th female member masterlist

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2021.12.28

requested!

drunk member almost making a mistake

WARNING! mention of underaged drinking

"Why do you have to have such attractive friends anyway?" Heeseung asked with a slight slur.

He's feeling real bitter at the moment.

He walked in on Yeonjun, Taehyun and I's workout session, and it just happened to be the only time when the two were doing nothing but stare (and count) while I do pull ups.

When we got home, he said that he just really wanted to have a late night drink.

Which isn't usually like him. He doesn't really enjoy alcohol all that much, but I guess his jealousy was stronger than that dislike.

"They're your friends too, babe," I have to accompany him, of course. I need to make sure that he's okay.

He didn't want any of the members to see him like this (at least for now) so he made sure that I was the only one awake.

"I knoww, but you're so close with themm," he took another swig. "Woah! This reallyy is something, huh? Do you wanna- No! You're still a baby! You're a minor who's still-" he pushed my forehead lightly. "-a baby! You need to be taken care of!"

"Yes, oppa. I'm still a baby," I chuckled lightly. "I don't like the taste anyway. Other things keep me just as high so-"

"Wait wait wait-" he interrupted with furrowed eyebrows. "You've had alcohol?! You are a baby! No! None of this!"

"My parents were with me, oppa," I kept answering calmly. "-and they always give me their permiss-"

"Whaa-? Why are you so close with other boys anyway? Don't you like uss?" oh he's totally out of it. Four bottles really did the trick.

"I love all seven of you, darling. I just happen to have other guy friends. I don't like them the way I like you," I stroked his face.

"That feels nice," he pouted. "Seeing you with other boys beside the members makes me.. Makes me.. Makes me-"

"Shh, I know darling. I know," I stroked his hair.

"But I'm not stopping you! It's not your fault that you're crazy beautiful and so fucking loveable," he pulled away from me to grab his phone.

I quickly looked away when I realised that he wanted to take a picture.

Nope. Not with these tinted cheeks.

"Aish- why did you- but see! You're so beautiful!" he showed me the picture as I was still blushing. "Did you take a sip too?! Why are your cheeks so red?" he held my face in his hands to get a closer look.

"No, oppa. You're just really cute," I giggled.

"I wanna post this on Weverse," he looked at the picture again. "Everyone needs to subtly-" he looked at me with knowing eyes. "-know that you're mi-ours! You're ours!"

"How are you going to do that? What will you write?"

"'Our Della!' Like that," he said while typing.

"Okay that should be fine," I nodded. "Post it quickly and let's go to bed. You can talk with Engenes in the morning."

Well- Heeseung got scolded so he couldn't talk to Engenes in the morning.

"Heeseung-ah, there's so many problems with the post," Sungho sighed.

I thought that he would only post the 'our Della' but I guess the liquid courage caused him to write that other thing.

"This is implying that someone is in love with Della. Whether it's from the group or no, someone is in love with her," Yunji explained. [yunji = their other manager who della's also really close with]

"It's luckily quite subtle but what if reporters think that it's a clue and they'll follow you around more?" Sungho added. "We know Dispatch won't do anything but they're not the only reporters out there, you know?"

"I'm sorry, hyung, noona. I'll be more careful next time," Heeseung's head was hanging as a sign of respect.

Should I...?

Yeah, definitely.

"Oppa, unnie," I spoke up, making them turn their attention to me. "Do you think I can clarify it on Weverse? Say that it's just Heeseung's protective instincts after the fansign?"

The two looked at each other for a brief second before Sungho sighed.

"That could work, actually," he relaxed his shoulders slightly.

"Yeah, you should post that," Yunji nodded.

"You're always so good at salvaging things," Sungho pat my head with a chuckle as he looked at the post I made.

"Learn from your mistakes, Heeseung-ah," Yunji reminded. "We're gonna go now, that's all we wanted to say. See you tomorrow, enjoy your day off."

We said our goodbyes and watched as the two left the dorm. When there was an audible door shut, the other members immediately joined us in the living room.

"I know you guys heard," I told them before they could ask questions.

"What happened last night? Why did you post it?" Jay asked Heeseung.

"Got jealous and wasn't thinking straight," he placed his head on his hand with a groan. He had to pretend that he didn't have a hangover earlier.

"I didn't think the post was suspicious at all though, do people actually think that it is?" Niki furrowed his eyebrows.

"Right? It could just mean that hyung's being protective after the fansign," Jake added.

"But still- that could imply that I'm jealous and in love with her or something," Heeseung sighed, laying down on the couch to rest his head on my lap.

"Ah that's nothing new to me hyung," Jay smirked. "They're just exaggerating. You'll be fine."

"Besides- it keeps Engenes on their toes."

sigh.. i missed them..

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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not allowed v, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of jungkook x reader – est. poly relationship

summary: BTS have had a long, busy day. Heck, a busy week, preparing for 2021 Grammys performance and interviews. It’s finally over, and all Min Yoongi wants is to take a shower and sleep with his favorite person. There’s no one like you. He deserves some special treatment – some belated birthday wishes granted perhaps?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; domestic shower care (aww) and shower sex (hell yeah); feels and fluff; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, handjob / blowjob (with tongue technology), f-receiving oral, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; occurs the night of the 2021 Grammys

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: MYG asks JJK to fuck you, again, let’s keep this going, oop JK dyed his hair blue; based on real time.

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"I'm sorry you didn't win."

"It's okay. It was a long shot anyway."

"Well, you are good at basketball, so you can make a long shot, easy."

A deep, raspy chuckle. "Next time."

Water drummed against the tile, the rhythm interrupted by you working shampoo through black hair, conjuring fistfuls of lathered white clouds. The head lifted a little and you were about to chastise him, but one look into those black-brown eyes and small sheepish smile looking down at you, and you forgot what you were going to say.

"It was never about us anyway. We wanted to win so ARMY could brag about us."

You grinned, chuckling a little. "They always brag about you, Yoongi."

You saw something flit across his face, but he didn't say anything. You already knew. I wish you could brag about me. And you did, but not in the way he wanted, because he was Min Yoongi, SUGA of BTS, Agust D sometimes, and your secret all of the time. You closed the distance, a simple, sweet kiss in response to his wordless wish, I know, me too, hands curling in his soapy hair, smiling gently against his lips. Hm. You could feel Yoongi was thoroughly enjoying your wet breasts against his chest.

Something hard was poking you quite insistently.

You drew back a little and Yoongi's hands circled your waist, keeping your hips to him.

"Thought you said you were sleepy?" you teased.

Yoongi grinned slyly. "I changed my mind."

You chuckled, tipping his head back to rinse his hair off, forcing him to close his eyes with a displeased grunt. You could tell from his dark circles that he was tired from the stress of the day, having to wake up at two in the morning and be ready for his call time at five, but he still insisted for you to come, still insisted for you to sneak around and be here when he came home. You didn't get to see Yoongi on his birthday and not during the weekend before either. He was too busy filming content and preparing for the Grammys.

You did send him a voice message of you singing happy birthday and he replied with, thank you, my love, instead of the usual, you would benefit from a vocal coach, which meant he missed you far too much to tease you.

You carefully straightened his neck and Yoongi breathed out, raising a hand to push his black hair away from his face, slicking it back and exposing his forehead.

Oof.

Sexy.

Yoongi's eyes opened, dark brown orbs reflecting the mischief in his smirk.

"You sure you don't want me to call the maknae?" he asked not-so-innocently.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He knew what he was doing.

Your boyfriend had posted a selfie this morning, only to be followed up by Jeon Jungkook’s adorable pose in a colorful fluffy flannel shirt on Weverse. Earlier in the week, Jungkook had cutely invaded and sang happy birthday on Yoongi’s celebratory live, and then put up a picture of himself on his post for said hyung’s birthday.

The absolute gall of the Golden Maknae.

Needless to say, you were disappointed, but not surprised. Only slightly though. Jungkook was like that. A little bit – alright, a lot – of a naughty little shit that needed his cock brutally choked by your throat or pussy every once in a while. Actually, no, definitely both, just to be on the safe side. But this day was not that day.

"You said you wanted to be selfish today," was your calm response to Yoongi's question, reaching behind him to rinse off your hands, pressing your tits into his chest. Your eyes flickered up to his. Yoongi raised an eyebrow as your fingers trailed on his back, drawing small patterns.

"Has he been a bad boy?" he chuckled, referring to, of course, the shameless audacity of your other boyfriend, well-loved and doted-on Jeon Jungkook.

Your expression matched his, inquiring but already knowing the answer. A silent conversation between kindred souls that followed the same thought process. Closer, water gliding between your bodies, lips fitting against his, lightly nipping at his lower lip as if to say, we're both a little mean, Yoongi chuckling in agreement as he captured your lips forcefully. Hands all over wet bodies, pressing him to you and him reciprocating, hot water seeming hotter, steam getting steamier, kisses passionate and intense, Yoongi pushing you into the shower wall, not letting you get away.

Jungkook had known you were coming, but he wasn't allowed to attend this time.

He said he was tired from the events of today and he wanted you to spend time with Yoongi alone because it had been Yoongi's birthday recently and they should definitely get special treatment during their birthdays, right?

"I want special treatment on my birthday, so I suppose hyung should as well..."

"Ah, that's too bad, I was looking forward to punishing you."

"Noona...!" You could hear the shy pout in Jungkook's voice as it lowered, whispering into his phone. "Don't say stuff like that..."

You heard a sneaky cat-like purr in the background. "Say what?"

Jungkook started and you heard the violent rattle of the phone falling, followed by scrambles to retrieve it. Ah. You could see now why Jungkook's phone was taped.

"Hyung! Don’t... I thought you were still in the bathroom..."

"Mmm." You knew that what that hum meant. You've been on the phone for a while. And Jungkook had, lamenting that he wished they could have won the award and had a celebration live with ARMY and you had to reassure him over and over that there would be more chances and ARMY was already very proud with the nomination, yourself included.

"Uh... do you want to talk to hyung? He's here..." Jungkook did not sound like he wanted to give his phone up. He was only asking out of politeness.

"No, Jungkook, I'll see him in a bit."

"She said no, huh?" Yoongi mused and then you heard the sounds of footsteps wandering away.

Jungkook made a questioning noise, but you reoriented him rather quickly.

"I want to hear your voice some more, Jungkook." You recalled the opening of the Grammys 'Dynamite' performance and his teasing, cocky nose scrunch. "Was feeling rather sexy during the recording, weren't you?"

"You saw?" An edge of excitement to his tone. "That was for you, noona," he added playfully.

"No, it wasn't."

His faint, wicked snicker. "Okay, you're right, but I did think about you while doing it."

"Mmmhmm. What part of me? My smiling face or my warm mouth wrapped around your cock?"

"Noona!"

Alright, you did end up giving Jungkook a little bit of punishment, because neither you nor himself could help it. And at the very end, he played along, whining for you because he knew you wanted him to. Fuck, he was getting clever now, remembering all the things you liked. Stupid sexy Jungkook and his duality.

"Can't I come too? Please, noona?"

It took a lot of refuse his cute voice, but you did make a promise to Yoongi and you never broke your promises.

"Sorry, Jungkook, you're not allowed this time."

Reliving your memory was abruptly interrupted by two fingers sliding into your pussy.

"Excuse you," you muttered into Yoongi's lips.

"What are you thinking about that's gotten you so wet, hm?" he drawled, dripping water down your cheeks and chest, kissing from your lips and up your jaw, slowly working his fingers in and out, your wetness thicker, warmer than the water, leaking down his knuckles. His voice in your ear, low and dangerous, making you fall for him more and more. "Thinking about me or the maknae?"

...

Min Yoongi knew you too well.

"T-That's..."

Couldn't think of a smart comeback, not with Yoongi's voice so sensual and invasive, staring up at the hazy ceiling while he sucked on your ear, biting your lip to stifle your moans, nerves lighting with shivering arousal. His fingers controlled, measured, focused on deeply penetrating you to graze your favorite spots, rubbing your walls and pressing his thumb into your clit, slow circles causing throbs of pleasure to glide through you. Yoongi knew all the places that made you weak, licking right under your ear to make you whimper for him, kissing and sucking up and down the curve. The warm water created a steady hum, background music for his dirty words.

"Is that why Jungkookie ran so fast to the bathroom earlier today, hm? Mmm, you shouldn't mess with him so much. You should know better as his noona," Yoongi murmured softly, speeding up, catching your earlobe with his teeth and tugging on it, words slightly muffled as he continued, waves of heat flaring upwards with every thrust. "He'll keep teasing you, pretending it's for ARMY, and then when he has you next, he'll make you beg for his cock…" Teeth biting down, leaving a visible mark, his gravelly whisper sparking inhibitions.

"And I'm going to watch you."

Fuck you, Min Yoongi, for always knowing the right thing to say.

Yoongi flicked your clit and you cried out, bucking into his hand, almost losing balance, but his left arm came up behind the small of your back and held you in place, strong and unyielding, orgasm cut short with your sudden worry of straining his recovery, but Yoongi already knew, cooing comfortingly in your inflamed ear.

"I was dancing during the recording, remember?"

Right, he was cleared to dance, but still...

And again, Yoongi led you back into the proper headspace, kissing and nipping down your neck, tongue against your collarbones, stroking your side with his left hand as his right pushed in and out of you, building the pace and your needy gasps once more.

"Shh, you're a good girl, don't move and nothing bad will happen."

A tinge of menace in his voice, indicating the double meaning, I won't get hurt and maybe you won't get punished. Only a maybe though, sending a delighted spark up your spine, pressing your shoulder blades into the shower wall, instinctively raising one of your legs to give Yoongi more space. You glanced down, but he wasn't looking at you, eyes calmly closed, soaked black strands sticking to his forehead as his pink lips wrapped around one of your nipples. Instant pleasure from his expert tongue, teasing the moans of his name out of you, praising him, fuck yes, Yoongi, so good, I love this, fingers filling you repeatedly, thumb knuckle grinding onto your clit, sucking on your hard nipple. You were so focused on the feeling that your torso froze up, head and hands pressed into the wall, back arcing as you came, pulses of ecstasy enveloping you, but Yoongi didn't stop, forcing another finger inside your tight hole, whines in your throat as your shuddering pussy sucked it in, still riding waves of aftershocks.

His left hand slid up and pinched your ignored nipple.

"Yoongi, fuck...!"

You could only curse the gods that created the genius that was Min Yoongi, chuckling as he rubbed your left nipple, sucked on the right, thumb knuckle on your clit, three fingers fully stuffed inside you, so hard and so fast that his forearm was nearly vibrating. Too coordinated, too rough, too much, mind going blank, already orgasming, and again, and again, not stopping.

He was too good.

Yoongi wasn’t going to stop until you made him.

Your eyes rolled back, rocketing bolts of pleasure overtaking everything, entire body shaking and quivering with overstimulation, your own knuckles white because your fingers somehow curled into fists, moans rattling your chest as wave after wave of pleasure attacked you, pushing you to the brink of collapse.

"Y-Yoongi, oh, fuuuuuuuk, Yoongi!"

Your body made the executive decision for you, left hand shooting down and grabbing his forearm, gripping it tightly, gasping for air, making sure to keep his long fingers buried all the way inside, his hard muscle flexing under your palm. Fuck, so hot. Yoongi immediately stopped, detaching his mouth from your nipple, and you could barely protest, tremors thundering through your torso as your pussy spasmed and soaked his fingers with your sweet-sour juices, your inner muscles rapidly clenching and unclenching around him, his low moans filling your ears as he felt each strong pulse, stretching his fingers against your convulsing walls to amplify your pleasure and feel it all.

"Fuck..." Yoongi panted, leaning against you and your heaving chest. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you're wrecked."

His lips on your temple, kissing you fiercely, grinding his crotch into your hip and revealing how hard he was as you tried to come down, tried to calm your heart threatening to pound out of your chest. You turned your head to face him and he was there, devouring your lips with rough kisses, pulling his fingers out to tug and pinch at your nipples with his knuckles, smirking at your submissive whines, your hands wandering down and gripping his length, leisurely stroking him.

Now Yoongi was the one gasping into your mouth, switching to rubbing your hard sensitive nipples to coax you to do more, switching your positions in the shower so his back was to the water. The two of you were only half-finished washing up, but neither of you seemed to notice or care.

You backed up a little, breaking the kiss, seeing Yoongi’s dazed expression as you lightly cupped the head of his cock in your palm, gently rolling into the slickness, continuing for several seconds before adding a little more pressure. He inhaled sharply, pleading for more with his breathing alone. His chin was slightly tilted upwards, black hair sticking to his forehead, pink lips slightly parted, water trickling in rivets down his neck and chest.

Yoongi noticed you staring and gave you his trademark open-mouthed smirk.

Who taught Jeon Jungkook how to be hot as hell?

It had to have been Min Yoongi.

You mentally took note of this image of wet Yoongi so you could masturbate to it later.

He cocked a brow and you cocked one back, challenging him. Then you dropped to your knees, careful with the slippery floor, and yanked his hips to your face so he blocked all of the water with his body. His stiff length smacked you in the lips and smeared pre-cum on them. You heard Yoongi gasp and you looked up, seeing him watching you, expectation and hunger in his dark eyes.

You smirked, tongue snaking out and licking your lips to taste him.

“Is my good girl going to do all my favorite things?” he drawled in his extra-low octave.

Your pussy throbbed at his domineering tone. You didn’t have to say anything, your scorching gaze alone creating that amused smirk on Yoongi’s lips. I know what you want. One hand holding up his cock, leaning forward, and Yoongi groaned in satisfaction, your mouth sucking in one of his balls, your deft tongue circling the other in loud, messy slurps, suffocating one while licking the other. You flicked your wrist back and forth, pumping his cock as you worked his balls, lips tight and pulling slightly, tongue flexed and slapping against the other.

You looked up at Yoongi’s dilated pupils, knowing that he could see flashes of your pink tongue against his balls, your hand stroking him slowly and deliberately.

“You’re so good, fuck… So fucking good at that,” Yoongi panted. “Every other man in the world is jealous that they’re never going to get to experience this.”

You popped your mouth off, making him hiss with pleasure. “That’s not true. I’ll give it to Jungkookie eventually.”

“Ah, he’s lucky that I picked him.”

You raised your eyebrows, you picked him, uh huh, I was the one stalking him on Twitter, and Yoongi nudged you with his hips, eyes narrowing dangerously, put my balls in your fucking mouth, and you obeyed, switching to his right side and sucking it into your plush lips, tongue snaking out to lap at his left one, now pumping him with your dominant right hand. He sucked in a breath, moaning softly, clenching his jaw as you increased to his favorite pressure and speed.

“Fuck, yes, make me cum just like this,” he snarled, as much a plea as it was an order, rocking his hips a little so he tugged on his balls in your mouth, forcing you to suck harder and lick more roughly to keep him in place, obscene slurps adding another layer to the song that was the falling water, Yoongi’s moans, and the rapid slap-slap-slap of your hand furiously jacking off his twitching hardness. You glanced up at him and he was observing you closely, drinking in every second of your mouth, hand, and spread-open thighs as you kneeled for him, water dripping off your nipples and ass, groaning your name, tone saturated with lust.

“Ah, fuck, I love you so much, you look so fucking good like this…”

You could tell he was getting close with how shallow his breathing was becoming. Tighter, harder, so devoted to the cause that you were whimpering to add vibration to the multiple sensations, drunk on the taste of his skin and the scent of his pre-cum right next to your head, needing it, wanting it, right now, your eyes telling him, please Yoongi, cum for me, want you to cum for me so bad, and he bit his lip, tense growl contained in his throat that morphed into a drawn-out wail.

“Fuck, now, fuck!”

You abruptly pulled off his balls and Yoongi gasped, startled and confused as you quickly repositioned yourself so he shot thick strings onto your mouth, painting your red swollen lips with drizzles of white, up your cheek and onto your nose, dark eyes wide as he witnessed his indecent mark on you. Like something out of a literal porno, your lips coated with glossy lines of his semen. You looked up at him, still holding his cock, sinfully triumphant.

Your devious smirk covered in cum.

“You wicked, dirty woman,” Yoongi breathed in amazement.

His hand was travelling down so you removed yours, already guessing what was coming next. You placed your hands on your thighs, sinking into the softness as Yoongi groaned, wrapping his fingers around his cock, pumping himself slowly to the image of your cum-covered puffy lips, red and white, upper body tilted back so your hard nipples pointed upwards towards him, squeezing your breasts together with your arms while your hands kept your thighs spread, wet pussy exposed to him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, so hard you could see the flashes of veins standing out through his fingers. “You’re too much, too sexy, come closer so I can use that mouth.”

You scooted nearer and Yoongi pushed his cock into your lips, moaning as he watched his orgasm smear down his length and disappear with each centimeter his cock into your tight, hot mouth, your eyes taking in the jerks of his shoulders and slack jaw, forcing you to take him all the way to the base. He was so turned on that you knew he wasn’t going to last as long as he wanted, but there was no stopping him now, already shallowly thrusting. You knew how to make him pause though, tightly tensing your throat muscles around the tip. Yoongi threw his head back, your name a desperate whine.

“Please, shit, I’m so fucking sensitive, fuck…”

Slowly Yoongi’s head rolled back and you took the chance to slide your tongue out, hands coming up to cup his balls, licking them in playful figure-eights with his entire length crammed down your throat, barely able to breathe.

You didn’t care.

Yoongi was in literal heaven.

Swearing, gasping, moaning, enjoying it for a good twenty seconds before fitting his right hand behind your head, tangled in your wet hair.

“Hold me,” he gritted out. “Hold me so I can fuck your face.”

You backed up a little to take a deep lungful of air, placing your hands on his hips. There was so much adrenaline coursing through your veins that you didn’t even notice that your knees were screaming in pain, completely focused on getting your throat ready for Yoongi’s abuse.

Your eyes flickered up to him, giving him the signal.

Yoongi grinned and began to thrust into your mouth. You adjusted your neck a little and Yoongi hissed, the throbbing head of his cock now rubbing against the roof of your mouth with every slide down your throat, rolling his hips into your face. You could tell he wanted to keep it slow, but his body craved the speed and he finally gave in, fucking your face mercilessly, fast and rough, nearly choking you but not quite, and that was the best part, Yoongi always knowing the edge, always knowing how much you could take, chuckling darkly as your moaned around his cock, trying not to dig your nails into his skin.

“It’s okay, do it,” Yoongi nudged, devilish edge to his voice. “Do it. No one is going to look there.”

Eye contact.

You sure?

He ticked a brow.

How many people were going to look at his ass? Eh, he was right.

You sank your nails into his hips and dragged them down, creating red scratches around his crotch.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” Yoongi gasped with your name, urging you for more, you clawing at his ass as he forced himself between your tight lips, marking him up, praying no one was going to ask why his ass looked like a cat’s scratching post, but it was doomed, your cries vibrating his cock, Yoongi losing control, lustful shudder as his cock jolted in your mouth, spilling down your throat. You swallowed greedily, puffing breath around his thick length, sucking a little so you could feel every quiver, his taste strong and salty, so delicious that your pussy pulsated with satisfaction even through it wasn’t being stimulated.

You felt Yoongi caress your wet hair, soft praises floating down to your ears. You licked him delicately, ghosting your tongue around and around the head. He shivered, exhaling hard.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well…”

You felt his cock soften. You did what any sensible human would do and took him all the way in your mouth to bounce his balls with your tongue.

Yoongi chuckled.

“You’re crazy.”

You gave him your gurgled response with his dick still down your throat.

“You’re right, I do love it.” He tapped your cheek. “But the water’s getting cold, so let’s finish this shower and get into bed.”

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?”

“What happened to my ripped panties?”

“From last time? Don’t know. Jungkook had them in his pocket.”

You frowned, working product through your wet hair. “I hope he threw them away safely.”

Yoongi looked thoughtful. “Ah, is that what he snuck over to Jimin’s room for?”

“What?”

He shrugged. “It would be a good cover.”

You gawked at him.

Yoongi didn’t elaborate, going back to daintily and dutifully applying his skincare.

Get into bed.

This wasn’t exactly what you thought Yoongi meant, but you weren’t mad at it.

“Fuck, that’s so insanely hot…”

You were kneeling on the bed, chin on the pillows, knees spread, hands on your ass cheeks to spread your pussy open so your boyfriend Min Yoongi could watch you flex your wet opening.

At least he gave you time to blow-dry your hair before ordering you around.

For the moment, you were staring at the headboard, keenly concentrating on the exact precision and force needed to open and close with varying degrees. Most of the time, there was no need to be this focused, but Yoongi had asked for a show, so you were going to give him one. You could hear him slowly stroking himself, panting with exertion and awe. The bed sank a little as his weight was added, coming up behind you. Anticipation zipped through your veins, heartbeat spiking.

“A-ah!”

You felt a cold, fine spray on your ass and back. The fuck? Then the scent hit you, sudden citrus mixed with a verdant musk and the base of pine wood. On your skin, it immediately morphed, turning warmer, almost smokier, different than how it smelled on Yoongi. You twisted your head around, giving Yoongi’s smirking face a startled look.

“Did you just spray me with your cologne?”

He tucked his tongue between his neat white teeth. “No.” Which obviously meant yes.

You narrowed your eyes. “You shouldn’t do that. Someone might figure it out.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow underneath his fluffy black bangs. “I’m sure many people buy and wear my cologne, including women. Can’t keep anything a secret these days.”

There was a twinge of arrogance and wistfulness in his deep voice, but before you could break it down and ask, what about me, Yoongi leaned in and shoved his tongue into your pussy.

“F-fuck, Yoongi!”

His satisfied groan trembled through your nerves, igniting arousal and causing you to clench around his tongue involuntarily. He didn’t have to say it, both of you already thinking it, keep going, but now you were gasping, getting wetter and wetter with the addition of Yoongi’s tongue lazily sliding up and down as your muscles contracted and relaxed, letting him feel your skill and power, his moans vibrating through you from your core. It was already slick and getting slicker, Yoongi’s tongue gracefully sliding through your folds, thrusting into your hole, your juices like honey seeping onto his greedy mouth, so fucking good you didn’t need to control it anymore, it was just happening, and it took everything in you not to shove your ass into his face even though you wanted to, because you didn’t want to make any sudden movements and accidentally hurt him when he had already worked so hard today.

Yoongi chuckled.

“Fuck you,” you hissed, knowing he could see the strain in your arms and the tremble of your hips trying to keep your position as he sucked on your clit.

He removed his mouth and you grumbled in disappointment, cutting yourself off when you heard the distinct rip of a foil packet.

“No, fuck you.”

Yoongi said it as if he was telling someone the time and not about to forcefully plunge his dick right into where his mouth was a second ago.

“Ah, fuck yes, Yoongi…”

He sank right in, stretching you out deliciously, sighing as your wet walls molded around his cock, familiar and wonderful. You finally had the chance to remove your hands from your ass so you could hold yourself up, relieving some of the pressure on your poor knees.

“I’m choosing to ignore your disrespect,” Yoongi purred, placing his hands on your hips and bottoming out, his balls smacking your engorged clit roughly, earning a low hiss from your throat. Your fingers twisted into the sheets, breathing hard as your body adjusted. He was asking you how you wanted it. You clicked your tongue and turned your head back, seeing him watching you closely under his black hair shadowing his dark brown eyes.

“What a nice guy,” you remarked in a cool, defiant tone, borderline bored.

Come on, Yoongi, mess me up.

His lips curved into that devious, open-mouthed smirk you loved so much.

“Mhm.”

He slid out and slapped his crotch into your ass, hard.

“Yes, Yoongi, fuck!”

Your nails sank into your palms and you shoved your fists into the sheets, locking your upper body so you could push back into his rough thrusts, pleased grin on your lips, his perfect cock filling you over and over again, core tensed tight to feel all of him, the thick head forcing its way deep inside slick velvet, the rock-hard length twitching against each ridge, his balls bouncing against your inflamed clit, so full, so good, so intense that it almost hurt.

It wasn’t enough.

Panting hard, chest shuddering, you reached up and planted a hand flat against the headboard and clenched your jaw, bucking back into Yoongi’s crotch. His voice was mind-numbingly deep, full of desire and danger.

“Harder it is, my love.”

You smirked, then gasped as you felt the hot sting of Yoongi’s palm on your ass, the sound reverting against the apartment walls. He didn’t stop, fucking you hard into the bed and slapping your ass as you kept up with his pace, doing half the work for him so he could focus on each sharp spank to make your ass bounce on his cock, the bed screaming for you two to stop, but neither of you noticed, completely focused on chasing wild, feral pleasure, Yoongi growling your name and you moaning at his carnal tone, soaking his skin with thick, sweet-smelling juices, pussy violently massaging his length.

“That’s it,” Yoongi hissed, breathing rapid and shallow, ceasing his slapping of your red ass to seize your hips and fuck you even harder, digging his nails into your skin and marking you with his lust. “Feels so good fucking this perfect body just the way I like.”

Fuck, his voice, taking your heart and setting your world into lustful wildfire, no one like him, nothing like this, making you lose your mind and fuck back against him harder, the roller coaster climbing higher and higher and higher, Yoongi cursing under his breath, and you were so far gone that you almost didn’t pick up his words.

“Shit, Jungkookie would have loved watching you get wrecked by me.”

A low moan ripped from your throat, the thought of Jungkook’s needy voice and expression seeing you get pounded by Yoongi’s full strength, being told to watch and probably not being able to help touching himself, fuck, you wanted it, wanted Jungkook so bad at that very moment, wanted to show him how ruined you were, knowing he would love it, crave it, desire it, fuck, it was too much and you came hard, seeing stars, planets, fuck it, the whole fucking galaxy, fingernails curling into the headboard and whining at the sensitivity, body rolling onto Yoongi’s cock and squeezing it powerfully. Yoongi gasped out your name, grip tightening as he spilled into the condom, his length pulsating and twitching into your walls. You thought that was it, but Yoongi’s fingers snaked down between your legs.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi, Yoongi, fuck!”

He roughly rubbed your aching clit with two fingers, forcing you to cum again around his cock, moaning loudly with every convulsion of your overstimulated pussy, viscous juices clinging to the insides of your joined thighs, completely defeating the purpose of the fucking shower, but neither of you seemed to remember that, Yoongi too busy using his last ounce of strength to push you to your limit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves and vibrating his fingertips against it, your eyes rolling back and spine clattering as another orgasm blasted through you, up your torso and straight to your head, numbing pleasure overtaking everything, arm going slack and forgetting to hold yourself up, hand slipping on the headboard, fatigue finally having its way.

Yoongi was quick to slide his hand up your belly and keep you up, wiry strength of his right arm balancing between your breasts to prevent you from falling into the bed.

“Holy f-fuck…”

The words sounded far away even though they were yours, the resounding beat in your ears being your pulse trying to catch up, nerves tingling all over, acutely aware of the tiny flinches gliding across your skin, aftershocks of a particularly explosive orgasm. Your pussy was still throbbing around Yoongi’s spent cock, locking him in your embrace. You planted your hands onto the bed and lifted yourself up rather shakily, taking the burden off Yoongi’s arm.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked, caressing the underside of your breast lightly.

You had the energy to raise one hand and give him a thumbs-up.

He rapped your ribcage. “Stop that.”

You chuckled, finding your voice a bit hoarse. “Why? You always do it in pictures.”

You heard Yoongi mumble disapprovingly behind you. “Is that why you do that? To make fun of me when I take photos?”

“Almost eight years of being an idol and you still don’t know what to do with your hands in pictures,” you teased.

He pinched your nipples roughly and you yelped.

“I know what to do with my hands around you,” Yoongi growled, rubbing them between his fingertips, your moans radiating off his walls. “And that’s what matters.”

interlude 20210419 drabble — “This is not allowed, you two.”

part vi “Shh, you’re not allowed to tell anyone.”

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youtifulhobi · 3 years

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Love You Like You Are [KSJ]

➴ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader | WC: 1.1k | Genre: Angst, fluff | Rating: G

➴ Warnings: lots of crying, self-doubt, allusions to depression/anxiety, Seokjin has a bad day and he needs you, you’ll want to grab a tissue or a box for this one if you’re prone to crying

➴ Tags: idol!AU, h/c, established relationship, some allusions to mental illness (see warnings),

➴ Summary: Seokjin has just finished his interview with Weverse Magazine and he feels vulnerable. He shows up at your door, in tears, and you do your best to comfort him.

➴ A/N: a huge thank you to @oftenderweapons and @taegularities for betaing on such short notice! I’m sorry I broke your heart :(((

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The loud rapping at your door broke you out of your reverie as you hummed to yourself, taking over dinner preparations as the boys did their interviews with Weverse Magazine.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you glanced at the clock, your frown deepening when you saw that it read half past 5 PM. From what Namjoon had told you, nobody was supposed to be back until around 8 that night, so you’d had ample time to cook.

“Who is it?” you called, rinsing your hands under the tap water and drying them on your apron. Maybe one of the boys had forgotten something, or Manager Sejin had come by to talk to you about the next month’s schedule.

There was no verbal answer, only a muffled sob and a thump against the door as whoever on the other side sank to the floor. Fear coursing through your heart, you hurried to the front door of the apartment you shared with the boys in Hannam-dong and wrenched the door open, only to almost trip over Seokjin, who had buried his head in his arms, shoulders shaking.

“Seokjinnie? What happened?” The fear that coursed through your veins turned to ice when your boyfriend looked up at you, tears spilling from his eyes. Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but stare in horror at the love of your life. All the worst case scenarios suddenly began to flit through your mind, like a montage, but none of them came close to the sentence he uttered, breaking your heart into a thousand pieces.

“I’ll never be good enough.”

A choked sob left your throat at his admission, and you joined him on the floor as you wrapped your arms around his large frame, burying your face in his hair. His arms, which had been somewhat limp, tucked themselves under your armpits as they always did when he needed comfort, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as the two of you cried together in the hallway without a care in the world.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, crying into each other’s embrace, but you released all the tension in your bodies, unable to bear the burden any longer.

“Come here, my love,” you whispered, clearing your throat as you helped him to his feet. “Let’s go get some water.”

Seokjin nodded mutely, tear tracks still visible as he toddled after you, never letting go of your hand.

He remained silent as you ushered him to a seat on the sofa, poured him a glass of water, and parked yourself in front of him on the floor. His eyes were sad, and there was no trace of the Seokjin that would laugh off his insecurities. It hurt you, yet comforted you at the same time, since you were one of the only people in the world he’d show this side to.

“Are you talking about practising for the live shows?” You asked carefully. Seokjin nodded, shoulders slumping.

“No matter how much I practise, it’s never enough. I can’t dance as well as Hobi, I’m not a fast learner like Jungkookie, and I can’t sing like Taehyungie or Jiminie, and I can’t rap like Yoongi and Namjoonie. I can’t produce or write songs, and I contribute nothing to the band. I don’t even know why I’m still here.”

Tears began to dribble down both your cheeks again as Seokjin poured out all his lamentations, listing all the ways he could never measure up to the rest of his bandmates. With each word he uttered, he broke your heart more, until he ran out of steam and sat on the sofa, panting slightly. When you were sure he was finished venting, you spoke three words that he’d secretly been waiting desperately to hear.

“That’s not true.” You held up a finger to stop him. “All seven of you came from different backgrounds, had different types of training, and are good at things that none of the others can do. Don’t compare yourself to them for the sake of comparing. You are Kim Seokjin. You are not Kim Namjoon, leader of BTS. You are not Min Yoongi, resident cat-boy and genius songwriter/producer. You are not J-Hope, moodmaker and sunshine rapper. You are not Park Jimin, the dancer with acrobatic-like tendencies. You are not Kim Taehyung, baritone and actor. You are not Jeon Jungkook, golden maknae. You are Kim Seokjin, hyung and fake maknae of BTS, who was recruited into BTS despite having no prior experience whatsoever.

“You had to have had potential for Bang PD to decide to keep you on as a trainee. He saw something in you. He saw the same thing I see in you, and that is someone who is willing to pull all nighters in order to practise the choreography when everyone else has gone home. You are Kim Seokjin, the best cook in Bangtan. You are Kim Seokjin, worldwide handsome, pun extraordinaire, and my vocal king.

“You’ve come so far, my love. You can compare yourself to others when you want to better yourself, but don’t do it to drag yourself down. I know it’s difficult to differentiate, but there is a fine line in between. If you need to compare, look at how much progress you’ve made instead. I’m proud of you, the boys are proud of you, Bang PD is proud of you, and ARMY is proud of you. But with that said, it’s okay to have bad days. We all have bad days, and when you have one, you go to the boys or you come to me. I will be whatever you want me to be. I will be your girlfriend, I will be your best friend, I will comfort you, I will tell you what you need to hear instead of what you want to hear if I need to do so. I’m here for you, no matter what. I love you, just the way you are.”

Seokjin continued to say nothing as he listened to you scold him lovingly, telling him what he needed to hear. When you finished, he set his water aside and pulled you into his embrace, arms wrapping around you instead of under your armpits like he usually did. With you by his side, everything was going to be okay, because you loved him like he was.

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meltwonu · 3 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 18]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, car sex, filmed sex videos, using panties as a gag, but also panty stuffing, choking, domme!reader for like .3 seconds ☠️, after all the mess of last night(iykyk) i think we need this lol, but also a bit of a filler chapter for… reasons. 💕 but also came out raunchier than I anticipated but that was maybe just a me thing LOL 😭 as always, thank you for all the love and support with cherry bomb💕💕 only two more chapters left, I cant believe it... 😭😭😭 also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow! For now, enjoy ch 18 and have a great weekend! Be safe! ❤️🍒

not me editing the notes to include the ❤️🍒 that cheol just used on weverse 😩

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“Did you get it?”

Jun looks around the diner as he nods, “Yeah. It got to my house yesterday but I still don’t understand why I had to help you get this… Does Seungcheol-hyung not know? I’m confused.” He laughs nervously, somewhat concerned he’s helping you do something you shouldn’t be doing.

You grin back at the confused male, blinking innocently at him while he chuckles under his breath.

“Not… for now. But don’t worry. He’ll find out! I just… Haven’t brought it up to him yet, is all! But I will! ‘Cause we’re planning something~”

Jun’s lips fall into a surprised ‘o’, eyes flitting to the group of people that enter the diner.

“I’ll be with you in a moment!” He yells, smiling before he turns to face you again. “So you’re scheming something but hyung’s just not part of the scheming… yet?”

“Exactly!”

“Hey, what do you say we go on a picnic date on Saturday?”

You tilt your head at Seungcheol, eyebrows raised. “I mean, I’d love to but we need to… post on Saturday? We haven’t filmed anything yet so I thought we’d film early on Saturday and then… y’know.”

Seungcheol grins at you from the opposite end of the sofa; eyes glimmering with a playfulness that has you mumbling a quiet ‘I see’ before rolling your eyes jokingly at the male.

“I see you’re scheming so the answer is yes, ‘Cheol, I’d love to go on a date with you on Saturday.”

“Good, ‘cause I already have everything set up for us so it would’ve been a waste!”

The two of you share a laugh before you’re remembering what you needed to bring up to Seungcheol. “Hey, by the way… about the channel rebranding thing.” Pausing, you wait for him to give you his full attention before you continue. “I thought maybe, we skip next week’s Wednesday show and instead we do a Friday show and for the last time, do a Saturday show and that’ll be, like, the rebranding? Is that confusing?”

Seungcheol nods along slowly, “No I know what you’re goin’ for. Any ideas for the shows?”

Your face and cheeks feel hot as you squirm, “Well… I had this idea. Why don’t we each… come up with a show concept. I’ll pick Friday’s show and you can pick Saturday’s and we’ll go with each other’s idea. Not, like, a competition but y’know, I thought it’d be fun for our viewers too! They can see what we come up with when each of us have control of the theme.”

Seungcheol goes quiet, contemplating his options. “And neither of us will know what the other’s concept is until the show?”

“Mmhmm! All within our hard limits though! That’s the only rule.”

A grin finds its way onto Seungcheol’s face.

Oh, did he have ideas.

“Sounds fun. Can’t wait to see what you come up with, baby.”

‘Jeongguk I have a favour.’

Jeon 🥴: always favours wit u but ok, i havent been disappointed yet

Jeon 🥴: u keep me on my toes, it makes me tingly

‘Shut up’

‘Do you have Jimin’s phone number, by chance?’

Jeon 🥴: I mean yea i do but…

Jeon 🥴: nvm i dont wanna kno

Jeon 🥴: but actually i wanna kno before i give it to u

‘Just give me the number and you can find out next Saturday’

Jeon 🥴: cryptic but i like it

Jeon 🥴: 82 13 1013 0613

Jeon 🥴: ur welcome

‘Thanks, Jeongguk, I owe you.’

The week continues with you and Seungcheol continuing to plan without each other; sly smirks and hushed giggles passed between you both even when Friday’s show comes and goes.

Saturday morning greets you with cloudy skies and pouring rain and you pout at Seungcheol as soon as you manage to get the curtains open to watch the downpour.

“‘Cheol, it’s raining… How are we gonna go on a picnic date now?” He bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks.

“We can still go on our date, we’ll just… stay in the car. It’s not as romantic as I would’ve liked but I already had everything set up for us and even packed a basket.” He laughs under his breath, a little deflated that the rain had suddenly come and ruined his plans.

There went his idea of fucking you on a big picnic blanket out in the open.

“I gotta say, even though we’re just chilling in your parked car on the hillside… It’s actually quite pretty out here, ‘Cheol! Kinda calming with the rain and all~”

The two of you stay bundled up underneath a blanket in the backseat; the car windows already fogged up with the warmth the two of you radiate.

Seungcheol had packed a picnic basket filled with various snacks and premade food; a sheepish smile on his face when he told you he wasn’t sure what to bring.

“I would’ve made food but I wanted it to be a surprise and I also wasn’t sure what would’ve been good to bring. Although, now I’m thinkin’ we should’ve packed a thermos of hot chocolate or something.”

You pull away from him slightly, pouting. “That would’ve been good to warm us up a bit. I totally didn’t think of it either…”

Seungcheol grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Speaking of warming up…” He leaves the comfort of the blanket as he leans over to the side, placing his phone precariously on the phone holder that he’d set up on the backside of the driver’s seat to catch a side view of the two of you. He opens the camera app and quickly starts recording before he settles back into his place across from you.

“Well? Give it to me, baby. Right now.”

You feel a thrum of arousal pour over you at his sudden demand, “I--but--but I’m not p-prepped yet, I--”

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head slightly before he leans over you; making sure the two of you are within the camera’s line of filming.

“Baby, I just wanted a kiss.” Your entire face goes hot, all the way up to your ears. “O-oh.”

He leans in, soft lips pressing against your own as he tangles a hand in your hair to deepen the kiss. You melt into his touch, lips parting on their own as you let out soft moans that mix in with the pitter patter of rain outside.

His lips leave yours and before you can even get a word out, a shiver runs up your spine when he starts pressing soft kisses against your jawline.

“So pretty and all mine.” He mumbles; voice muffled against your warm skin. “And now everyone knows who you belong to, right, angel?”

You nod shakily, throat dry at the gentleness in Seongcheol’s voice. “Y-yeah… ‘m all yours, ‘C--Cheol…”

“Should I leave some reminders? Just in case anyone forgets.”

You mewl in response, eyes rolling back when you feel Seungcheol starting to leave love bites on your neck. He sucks on the skin, only to soothe it with his tongue moments after.

“A-ah, don’t l-leave so many or e-else…” Whining, you rub your thighs together under the blanket; already feeling the arousal starting to take over your body.

“Or else…? I wasn’t aware you were giving me orders now, baby.” He smirks against your skin, leaving one more love bite on the column of your neck before he pulls away.

He kisses you softly on the lips once more before he’s pulling the blanket off of you and tugging you onto his lap; a gentle, warm smile on his plush lips. Your lust filled eyes meet Seungcheol’s before they’re flitting down to your lap where he pushes your skirt up to reveal your panties and before you can fully comprehend, he’s already tearing at the material before he tosses it to the side.

“I want you to ride my cock just like this, baby. Forget the camera’s even rolling, I wanna see you getting off in the backseat of my car and I wanna see your pretty face when you’re falling apart from how good my cock fills up your pretty cunt.”

You rock your hips against Seungcheol’s; hands placed on his shoulder as you chase your pleasure.

“You look so pretty like this, angel. So fuckin’ cute when you’re getting what you want.” You moan in response, head thrown back when the head of his cock taps your g-spot.

“So fuckin’ wet for me.” Seungcheol pauses; hands snaking down your body until you feel them on the skin of your ass.

He squeezes your ass as you whine loudly, fingertips teasing at the puckered rim. “Ah, we should’ve brought a toy with us. Bet you would’ve liked both of your needy holes filled, huh?”

“Y-yes, fuck! S--Seungcheol!” You clench around his cock, bouncing in his lap harder when he pulls his fingers away.

“We’ll save it for another time~ Wouldn’t want to rock the car too much, y’know? And I’d want you to be comfortable when you have all your needy ‘lil holes filled, not in the backseat of my car.” He grins at your somewhat disappointed face; feet planted on the floor of the car before he’s thrusting up into you and matching your erratic movements.

“Oh, g-god, it feels s--so good! I, ah, w-wanna cum!” Whimpering, your brows furrow as your hazy eyes meet Seungcheol’s.

“Aww, my sweet angel wants to cum already? So fuckin’ easy. Only a few minutes on my cock and you’re already falling apart?”

When he smirks back at you; there’s a sudden pang of confidence that pours over you and in an instant, you move a free hand up to the column of his throat. You squeeze down slightly, only enough as a warning as he licks his lips at you.

There’s a beat of silence as the two of you stop your movements while you sit perfectly still on his cock.

“Hmm? Gonna choke me to shut me up, baby? Go ahead. Let’s see if you can.” He taunts, hands still on your clothed waist. You start swiveling your hips again, except this time you keep your hand loosely wrapped around his neck; fingertips only just pressing into the sides as he lets out a soft groan in return.

“I bet you’d like it t-too much, ‘Cheol…” He chuckles softly; nodding when he feels his cock throbbing inside of your pussy.

“Not as much as you do.” He starts thrusting up into you again, momentarily making you lose your hold on him when your body jostles from his harsh movements.

“Mmh, gonna cum in your pretty cunt ‘n then I’m gonna make you sit pretty with your fingers keeping my cum inside while I drive us both home. Fuck, bet you’d cum again just from that too. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, fingering my cum deeper into your needy cunt.”

Before Seungcheol can say any more, your other free hand quickly reaches for your discarded, torn panties; shoving them into his parted lips as he lets out a surprised noise around the fabric.

“You, ngh, t-talk too m-much…” You mutter.

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh around the fabric, quickly pulling your hand from around his neck as he swiftly maneuvers you off of his cock to switch your positions.

He presses you down into the backseat as he pistons his hips into you; his hands keeping your legs spread obscenely wide as he fucks you hard and fast.

The car rocks back and forth with his harsh movements and your moans only get louder and louder with each thrust of his hips that has the head of his cock slamming into your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum!” You feel your walls getting tighter around Seungcheol’s cock and he finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as your body starts to tense with your impending orgasm. He growls around the fabric in his mouth; eyes silently ordering you to cum as his hips start to lose rhythm.

“Ah, S--Seungcheol!”

His name rolls off of your tongue in quick succession until it turns into muddled, broken whines and cries and he fucks you right through your orgasm as he chases his own. He feels his cock throbbing inside of you as your walls flutter around him and he only manages a drawn out groan before he’s unloading all of his cum inside of you; head thrown back as he lets the waves of pleasure wash over his body.

You stare up at him through glassy eyes, chest heaving as you ride out the remnants of your high. “Ngh… gonna, mmh, make a--a mess on the s-seats…” Muttering, it takes a few quiet moments before Seungcheol is slowing down his thrusts to a complete halt but the glimmer in his eyes lets you know he’s not completely done with you just yet.

Seungcheol starts to slowly ease his cock out of you as you groan softly at the emptiness, waiting for the second you close your eyes to blink to make his move.

He takes his chance; pulling the soaked material from inside of his mouth just as the head of his cock is at your entrance and he quickly places the torn panties right where the head of his cock was, just a second ago.

“That was really cute of you, baby.” You breath hitches when you feel his fingers starting to press the material into your spent hole. “Really, really cute.”

Your thighs shake at the feeling of Seungcheol slowly pushing your panties into your cunt; eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out shaky whimpers. “Oh, fuh--fuck, Seungcheol, mmh!”

“I actually packed a spare pair of panties for you, y’know? I was gonna play nice and eat your pretty ‘lil cunt out instead of letting you sit in cum soaked panties but I guess you had other plans, hmm? Got a little too greedy, perhaps?”

He smirks down at you, watching as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss when he pushes more and more of your panties into your pussy until only a small piece of fabric is left hanging out.

Seungcheol turns to face his phone that’s still recording, plucking it from the holder it’d been in before he flips the camera and films your body instead. He lets it linger on your fucked out expression before he brings it down to your pussy, filming your squirming body as you clench around the fabric keeping Seungcheol’s cum from spilling out of you and onto the backseat.

“Mm, and now you get to sit in the passenger’s seat, your own panties stuffed into your pussy while I drive home. But I bet it feels good, huh? Your needy ‘lil hole plugged up ‘til I can get you home so I can fuck you again. Unless you get really desperate, then I’ll let you take the panties out by yourself and you can finger your cunt and make yourself cum again.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin at his filthy words and you can’t help but bring a shaky hand down, fingertips already on your clit as Seungcheol raises a brow at you.

“You should get to d-driving then, ‘Cheol… Don’t you wanna find out what, ah, I choose?”

He shakes his head as he ends the recording on his phone; tossing the device to the side before he leans over you again.

“You’ve been getting really cocky with me, angel. Something I should know about?”

You blink up at him innocently, lips in a pout.

“Nope~”

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gukvante · 3 years

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the gym selfie

— pairing: namjoon x reader

— genre: slice of life, smut

— rating: nsfw

— words: 1.5k+

— note: ngl, this was completely self-indulgent and based off of this selfie namjoon posted :O also, a disclaimer, i do not own the picture of namjoon used in my banner. happy reading further <3

— warnings: explicit/detailed sexual intercourse, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, daddy kink, cum eating, oral (m receiving), some good ol’ face fucking, some praise sprinkled with a little degrading, established relationship

— summary: Namjoon posts a gym selfie and it got you feeling some type of way.

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You huffed staring down at the last text you had sent Namjoon. No response. You had sent him a text asking if he wanted to meet up for lunch since you were in the area but to no avail.

You were about to give up hope of getting to go on a cute little lunch date with your boyfriend when your phone vibrated. It was a notification letting you know that Namjoon had just posted on Weverse.

You huffed in slight annoyance that he had time to post but not respond to your text messages.

Tapping on the notification to open the post, you watched as it loaded for a few seconds before you were met with the most delicious sight.

You eyes widened slightly, your jaw going slack. Namjoon had posted a picture, a workout picture to be precise. The sleeveless top he wore showed off his defined arms and strong shoulders.

It was like your hands had a mind of their own as you zoomed in further to closely inspect his long fingers. Something about the way he gripped the phone had your breath hitching.

You were snapped back into reality when someone accidentally bumped into you. It was only then that you remembered that you were standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

Quickly apologising to the stranger and wishing them a pleasant day further, you all but sprinted to sit on a nearby bench. You checked your surroundings again to make sure no one was watching you perv on your delectable boyfriend.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, somewhat preparing yourself. Once you felt you were ready to continue, your eyes snapped back to the screen. Heat spread across your cheeks as your eyes trailed lower.

Namjoon was sporting gym shorts that exposed a little bit of his muscular thighs. You frowned slightly when you realised the angle of the picture hid his bulge. Just as you were about to zoom in closer, your ringtone cut through the air.

Your face flushed as you read the caller ID, Namjoon. With shaky hands, you held the phone up to your ear. “H-Hello?” Your voice crocked.

“Hi, baby. Sorry for not answering your texts, I was working out.” Namjoon’s smooth voice seemed to send your body into overdrive. Rubbing your thighs together, you cleared your throat before answering.

“I-I know.” You stuttered. What was going on with you? You’ve seen him naked plenty of times, why was this one picture affecting you so much?

“Are you okay, princess? You sound a bit off.” Namjoon asked, his voice full of concern. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you answered again.

“I’m fine! Just a bit . . . winded . . . I guess.” You fiddled with your fingers as you waited for his response.

“Well, I would love to grab some lunch with you. I just have to pack up a few things and take a quick shower. I should be done in the next twenty minutes or so.” You nodded in agreement, getting ready to hang up.

“Baby? You still there?” Namjoon asked, confused.

“Yes! Yes, I am. Sorry, I completely forgot we were on a phone call and nodded like a dumbass! You probably think I’m so–”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. Are you sure you’re okay?” He questioned again, concerned something might have happened.

“Yes, I’m great! D-Don’t worry. I’ll see you soon?”

“I’ll see you soon, kitten.”

Hanging up, you let out a deep sigh before standing up and walking in the direction of BigHit.

Once you were inside the building, you hastily made your way up to the dressing rooms. Upon your arrival, you were met with Yoongi, who seemed to be on his way out.

“Yoongi! Hey! How are you?” You called, stopping him in his tracks.

“Ah, y/n! Can’t complain, you?” Yoongi smiled as he acknowledged you.

“I’m great! Thanks for asking. Do you perhaps know where I can find Namjoon?” You reached into your pocket, ready to pull your phone out to call him if Yoongi didn’t know where he was.

Yoongi nodded, pointing in the direction of the showers before turning to leave again. “It was nice seeing you, y/n. Enjoy your time with Joon!” Yoongi smirked over his shoulder as he walked out the room.��

Your face erupted at the innuendo, shaking your head. Letting out another sigh, you moved to put your things down. Closing your eyes, you took one last deep breath before nodding and making your way into the shower room.

You could hear the water running and Namjoon humming softly to himself. Deciding not to announce your arrival, you slowly started removing your clothes.

You placed your clothes next to Namjoon’s before reaching out to pull back the shower curtain. Namjoon was quick to turn around in shock, almost slipping in the process.

“Baby? Geez, you scared me!” He chuckled. “What are you do–” it was only then that he realised that you were butt-naked. His eyes seemed to darken as they roamed over your body, taking in every dip and curve.

“Don’t worry about me, just stand back and enjoy.” You winked. Namjoon cocked his head to the side, his eyebrow raising.

Walking further into the shower, you slowly and carefully dropped to your knees. Pushing your hair from your face, you tilted your head to look him in the eye.

“Please let me suck your cock, daddy?” You pleaded, batting your eyelashes to seal the deal.

“Go ahead, kitten.” Namjoon said, his jaw clenching. Breaking eye contact, you came face to face with his girthy length.

Your mouth watered at the sight. He was fully erect, his tip a deep pink. Lifting a hand, you wrapped it around his base. Your fingers barely touched, your pussy fluttering from the realisation.

Learning forward, you placed soft kisses all over the underside of his cock. Namjoon huffed, glaring down at you and reached a hand out to grip your hair.

“Now, now, babygirl. Who said you could tease daddy?” He’s jaw was clenched in annoyance as he grinded his teeth together. You eyes widened at his serious expression.

“That’s what I thought. Now, be a good little cockslut and let daddy fuck your greedy throat.”

You let your mouth fall open in obedience, anything for Namjoon. His free hand dropped to replace yours at the base of his cock.

“Stick your tongue out, pretty girl.” Namjoon’s voice seemed to deepen and gain a certain raspiness to it.

Your tongue lolled out your mouth, completely submitting to him. Namjoon smirked before rubbing his tip against your tongue. “Suck.” He huffed. Complying, you wrapped your lips around his cockhead.

Namjoon let out a growl as he watched you suck on him while maintaining eye contact. He let suckle on him a little longer, his breathing becoming laboured.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck your throat now. Okay, angel?” On cue, he started steadily inching his fat cock down your throat. Breathing through your nose, you tried your best to relax your throat to allow him in further.

Namjoon let out a loud groan, throwing his head back. He pulled back slightly before thrusting back in again. He kept the slow pace for a minute or two before he reach down to lightly grip your throat while his other hand tightened its grip on your hair.

Drawing his hips back, he was quick to pick up the pace. Your eyes rolled back as his cock slid deeper with every thrust.

Tears started to form in your eyes as Namjoon continued to abuse your throat. He was panting now, his hips frantically chasing sweet release. Namjoon pulled out with a deep groan.

“You still good, baby?” He rasped. You nodded, taking a few deep breaths before moving to take him again. Namjoon all but growled.

He picked up right where he left off, leaning over slightly to reach even deeper down your throat. The room was filled with the sound of wet squelching and Namjoon’s deep groans.

Lifting a hand, you cupped his balls, squeezing gently. Namjoon moaned, his hips stuttering. “Keep doing that, kitten. ‘m so close.”

Adding more pressure, you continued to massage his balls. His thrusts becoming sloppier. Namjoon threw his head back as he moaned out your name.

“I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna swallow it like good little cumslut.” He growled out, his hips speeding up.

He pulled your head all the way to his base, placing a hand on either side of your face to hold your head in place. He let out one last groan before he emptied his load down your throat.

You tried your best to swallow like he instructed but it was too much and some of it dripped down your chin. Namjoon gently pulled out. He let out a satisfied sigh before staring down at you.

He reached down, wiping away a stray tear. He smiled sweetly, caressing your face. You leaned your head against his hand as you stared up at him lovingly.

“It’s your turn now, kitten.”

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taeyohonic · 4 years

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vibe check (taehyung scenario)

prompt: “my two worst fears is not passing tae vibe check and namjoon fake laughing. Like I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if that happened” (twt @zaezaehume)

pairing: taehyung x reader (if you squint)

rating: T (nothing explicit, no bad language)

words: 1000

note: lower case letters intended

“you have got to be kidding me”, you hear taehyung mutter behind his leader as all of bangtan looks at you with tired eyes. namjoon musters a smile – with great effort.

“good question”, it is not; you know that, “right now we are just very much focused on our own music.”

“so, no collab”, the bleached rapper adds from the second row and you flinch under yoongi’s hard stare.

this is not what you’d call a very professional interview. or maybe your standards are just too high after watching their promotion in south korea. even with the secondhand attention they get from the biased media in their home country, they still got more exciting questions than you asking about collaborations.

but your editor is leaning against the doorframe, her judging eyes glued to your back. there is no way you can go off script and not lose your job. you can only imagine the disappointed look your bts posters will send you at the end of the day. with shame under your skin you move on to the next question. oh no.

“did you try any of the local foods? we are known for our special deep-dish pizza”, you ask with a tensed voice. of course, they haven’t. you saw their vlive yesterday after landing here. they had a full blown korean bbc – no pizza in sight.

“oh, we’ve got to try, hyungs!”

bless this child, you think as you watch the maknae gather up some amount of enthusiasm. the other members nod in forced agreement. you think you hear taehyung hiss a sarcastic “sure, why not” from the second row.

this is going great. why not end with a banger?

“are you… uhm…”, you turn around to smile helplessly at your boss. please, don’t make me ask them about potential love interests. please. but the cold woman just raises one eyebrow. guess your army membership is going down the weverse drain.

“are… any of you… uhm… looking for love?”, you stutter and look away from the seven idols you adore so much.

jimin makes a face like he has swallowed something bitter. and after a beat of silence, namjoon answers… in korean. he is officially done talking to you. there is a cold sweat on your skin as disappointment washes over you.

the translator next to your boyband answers after the leader finishes with his curt comment.

“right now, they are focusing all their energy on music – no time for girlfriends… or partners in general.”

you nod at the foreigner in thanks and move your eyes to your watch. you’ve still got three minutes – and all your mandatory questions are asked, judged and answered.

there is still some fire in your fangirl soul and you straighten your back and look taehyung in the eyes.

“why did you go with the concept of a “black swan” rather than a white one? all your music is so… pure, hopeful and… giving. why go into such a dark and pained musical direction? what did you want to evoke in your fans’ hearts?”, you ask in their mother tongue.

your korean is rusty, the pronunciation way off, but the look of honest surprise on their faces is so worth the embarrassment. the older members are lost for words – clearly not expecting this question.

jungkook breaks out into a toothy smile while jimin straightens himself on the chair with his eyes trained on your boss. you can feel her fuming in the background, but you are still watching the deep voiced vocalist.

taehyung is looking at you with doubt in his iris, but nonetheless he answers you without a trace of sarcasm.

“music isn’t always pure… or airy… sometimes creating tracks, singing songs, performing art isn’t easy. sometimes it’s pain… and doubt… and hardship… and sometimes it’s uncertainty. still, you can do your thing and fly… even with black wings.”

you nod and begin to respond to his honest answer, but the beeper cuts off your unspoken words.

“that’s a wrap for twm. please gather your equipment and leave the facilities. thanks for the interest in bangtan’s new music. we hope you’ll support us well this comeback”, one of the management staff from bighit says – clearly reading off of a prepared script.

you nod as you break eye contact with your bias with a sad smile on your lips. you could have rocked this interview. you deserved to rock this interview. why is there still hierarchy and restrictions in the press corps?

you pack up your recorder and move to grab your backpack as hoseok stops you.

“you want a picture?”, he asks in korean and points to the old iphone peeking out of your bag.

your mood lifts in an instant and your smile stretches to an unhealthy length on your face.

“really? no “important business”?”, you joke and seokjin laughs from behind.

“it’s okay”, namjoon says and speaks to both you and his management at the same time. his staff watches the boys hesitantly. there are no pictures allowed; you know that. still you move swiftly to the seven idols and press your phone in the hands of one of their stylists.

the young woman nods and retreats a few steps, just as you feel strong fingers on your shoulder. without turning around, you smile widely at the camera lens and pray that this isn’t just a dream.

it’s over in seconds, the phone is passed to you, your team is escorted out of the room and there isn’t even a goodbye from the members. no, you only hear their greeting as the next reporter is ushered through the door.

“is this what you call professionalism?”, your boss hisses at you in the elevator, but your eyes are trained on the screen of your smartphone. six boys smile at the camera – you can even see namjoon’s dimples. only taehyung is not looking forward. his hand is on your shoulder and his smirk directed at your blushing face.

did you… did you just pass taehung’s vibe check?

__________ this stuck in my head like glue... i hope you enjoyed it! i’d love to hear from you guys! love, dana

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btsslowburnfic · 4 years

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Born to be Yours Ch. 10

Story Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter summary: Life after you and RM part ways goes back to normal until an accident changes everything

Previous chapters found here: Chapter 9

You are surprised that life does in fact go back to normal. You and Xavier make up and get back to working with smaller local groups after the awards season ends. Things with you and Ben get back to normal; you become a master of using heavy foundation on your soulmark when you’re at home. The summer tour is amazing. You and Xavier traveled to 32 states in 4 months. You find yourself following Twitter and Weverse to see what RM is up to. And you sometimes found yourself thinking about that night the two of you spent together. You mostly try to push it out of your mind though. Even though you told Xavier and he randomly brings it up.

“Right here? On this desk!?!” he asks, running his hands over the surface.

“Yes. And don’t do that, it’s weird and gross.”

“How was it? Describe it to me again.”

You chuckle a bit and roll your eyes, “No. I told you once so I could get it out of my system.”

“Ughhh you’re so boring.” he whines playfully.

“Shouldn’t you be reprimanding me about being a terrible cheating slut?” you raise an eyebrow.

“No. I ship that shit.” he responds, sipping on a smoothie. “Have you eaten yet?” he asks

You laugh and look through your phone. “No, I had a zoom meeting with Gina at noon and then I covered spinning class.” You press some buttons on your screen. “There. I just ordered. I’ll see you in a while.” You stand up and put your flip flops back on.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you in pilates tonight.”

You toss your bag over your shoulder and put your sunglasses on as you step out the door. You look both ways and start to cross the street as you hear a screeching sound. The next thing you hear and feel is the sickening crunch of bone hitting glass. Tires screeching away and then everything is black.

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Namjoon occasionally finds himself thinking about you. Mostly when he accidentally slams his body into a door frame or cuts his finger. He always says he’s sorry and then kind of feels like an idiot for apologizing to no one. He also thinks about the night the two of you shared together quite often and had made Jhope send him those photos he took.

He’s happy to be working and on tour again. It’s been a fun summer. They wrapped up the Asia portion of their journey and were well into Europe now. As usual, the filming crew was in the green room as they were preparing for their second night at Wembley. The first night had been amazing. He couldn’t think of anything that made him happier than being in front of ARMY, especially when they were singing along to the songs he wrote. He smiled as he scrolled through his phone while he had his makeup touched up.

“10 minutes, 10 minutes.” Management called out.

“Alright guys, let’s get it.” he yells through the green room.

They gather around and do their chant. The minute they step out of the green room they can hear the fans roaring and cheering along to the pre-show videos. They each go to their respective starting positions and wait to hear the signal.

They open quick and fast with “On” and the crowd is absolutely pumped. They begin their second song and will then introduce themselves. The music for “Dionysus” begins to play and the elaborate set pieces are added throughout the song. They are almost to the end of Dionysus when RM goes down hard. He falls off the table. People are gasping, Jin runs over and signals to the staff on the side of the stage that something is very wrong. ARMY and BTS are freaking out. The visual director quickly puts a message onto the big screens to please wait a moment. The medical staff immediately takes the lift up to the main backstage area. The obvious damage is a cut on his arm that took the brunt of the fall from the table, but that gash can’t account for the fact that he’s unconscious and breathing shallowly. There is a rush of oxygen masks and people yelling. Jimin and JK start crying, the other guys are freaked out about the show and what to do next. Jin rises to the occasion by asking if they should go ahead and skip to his and Suga’s solos until there is more information. A decision is quickly made to begin the solo portions. The two of them quickly change costumes and prepare to go out. An ambulance ends up needing to be called. The guys decide that Namjoon would want the show to go on and so they do. It’s ugly and weird and they are unfocused but they manage through it. ARMY is crying for RM because they know it’s bad when he doesn’t come back on stage. They skip the ments and encore and the guys are immediately loaded into vans and transported to the private health facility that he’s been taken to.

The staff escorts the six of them to a room where they wait for a doctor to come and speak to them. A translator is located and brought in as well.

“What happened? Did anybody see what happened before he fell?” Hoseok asks.

“He was fine. I didn’t notice anything strange.” Tae responds.

“They took video and showed the doctor,”Yoongi adds, having overheard the staff on the way there.

After a few minutes a doctor comes in. “Hello Gentleman. Your friend is in good hands here, and is stable.” she reassures them.

There is a collective sigh from the group as they hear this news.

“However, we aren’t sure what’s causing this condition. There is no evidence of an aneurysm on the CT scan and the video doesn't show any seizure-like activity prior to the fall. His heart is in excellent shape as well as his lungs. At this point we are running more tests but we do need to ask you all some questions here. Please answer honestly. Does your friend use any drugs? Even maybe extra prescription medication?”

It takes a few seconds for the translator to relay the message and the guys’ reactions range from anger to disbelief. Jin is up on his feet shouting about how they should be focusing on fixing Namjoon rather than gossiping, Jimin is crying more. It’s a mess.

“Calm down guys, it’s a standard question,” Yoongi says stoically. “She’s not trying to be rude.”

“No. He drinks beer and wine sometimes. But no. He’s not on any drugs. That’s ridiculous.” Jungkook summarizes.

“I’m sorry, it’s something I do have to ask. Is there anything else you guys could think of that might be pertinent? An old injury? Something he did earlier today or ate that he doesn’t usually?”

The guys all sat there for a minute. It was Jin who made the connection first: “His soulmate. She lives in LA.”

Tae’s hand flew to his phone to make a phone call.. The next few things happened over the course of a few hours: a phone call to Hitman Bang to get Gina’s contact information. Several phone calls to Gina. Calls from Gina to you. No answer. Phone calls to Xavier. No answer. Xavier calling Gina back hysterically sobbing that you were in a coma with a skull fracture and blood loss, Gina crying, Gina having someone else call Hitman Bang because she couldn’t stop sobbing, Hitman Bang calling Tae back.

The doctor was updated on the situation. “Ah...well that would explain it. Were the two of them very close?” she asks delicately.

It’s highly inappropriate but Yoongi just laughs, “No. They met one time .”

The doctor raised her eyebrows, “Oh. Well that’s unusual.”

“If she dies, will he die too?” Jimin asks quietly with tears in his eyes.

“No. And especially not if they weren’t close. I need to consult with some colleagues on this before we proceed. If you all want to go get some rest I think he’s going to be like this for a while. We can call you if anything changes.” the doctor informs them.

They are uneasy about leaving Namjoon there so they split up into groups of two to take turns. Jin and JK take the first shift at the care facility.

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The doctor reaches out to several colleagues who are familiar with more case studies of soul mate injuries and what to do when there is a mirrored trauma response. She gets permission from RM’s parents (who have flown to London as well at this point) to try a reverse cryogenic procedure to restart his systems. Basically, they will bring his body down to an almost hypothermic point and slowly reheat him, encouraging cell regeneration and movement. It has been successful in similar cases, but it is a slow procedure that needs to be carefully monitored.

Meanwhile, social media is having a field day about what could have happened. BigHit put out that story that RM has developed a severe allergic reaction to shellfish and went into anaphylaxis on the stage; he was administered an epi-pen and hospitalized but is now resting and recovering. The rest of the guys give interviews to back up this story as well. 48 hours after the incident began, RM is slowly regaining consciousness.

“What happened? I feel like someone is opening up my skull with a pair of pliers.” he asks the doctor.

“I’m sorry but your soulmate was in a very bad car accident. She’s in a coma and you suffered a mirrored trauma response. I’m going to go let your friends and family know you’re awake.”

“Shit.” RM says, really taking in everything that was just said to him.

Jin is the first one in the room. “Hey. You’re finally awake. We were so worried.”

“How long have I been out for?”

“2 days.”

“Shit. What happened with the concert? Is everything ok? Oh God. What did they tell people?”

“One thing at a time.” Yoongi said as he entered the room. “We finished the show. The tour is postponed for at least a few weeks. We told people you had an allergic reaction.”

RM visibly relaxed but was still upset about the show. “Those fans have to be so disappointed.”

“Yeah, but they want you to be well. There’s thousands of flowers and cards being left at Wembley and so many messages on Weverse. We’ll make the dates up when you’re better. ARMY understands. It’s not your fault.”

“No, it’s [Y/N]’s fault.” he says briskly.

“I mean. She got flattened by a car. So, not really.” Tae added.”She’s in an actual coma. They can;'t just reheat her.” he was surprised by how cold RM sounded talking about his soulmate.

“You’re right. I’m just...it’s a lot. My head still hurts and I guess I just want someone to blame.”

“Blame the asshole who hit her,” Yoongi adds.

“Yeah. I will. I’m so tired.”

“Here, we’ll leave so you can talk to your parents for a minute before you rest.”

“My parents flew in?” he says surprised.

“We thought you were going to die,” Jimin says seriously. “Your sister is on her way here too.”

Rm laid his head back against his pillow. This is exactly the kind of soulmate bullshit he’s been trying to avoid. And you were in a coma. He stopped for a minute and thought about how scary it must be for you but he won’t allow himself to dwell on it. He’s getting his soul mark obliterated as soon as you wake up from your coma and sign off on it. If you wake up from it. Shit.

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24 hours later he is discharged from the hospital and decides to book a flight to LA to see what your doctors are doing about rectifying this situation. He can’t shake the massive headache and leg pain that he’s still experiencing constantly. He cannot perform like this. Also he’s looked into the legal status of soulmark obliteration if one party is a permanently vegetative state and what counts as legal consent. Because of course he has. The guys all talk and decide that Tae will go along with him for support. Really it’s to be the voice of reason because they can’t believe that rather than going to see how you’re doing, he is going to ask you to remove your mark.

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RM knows what hospital you are at because his doctor consulted with yours in order to determine the best course of treatment. You doctor was hoping that once RM woke up, you would show signs of improvement. So far though, there wasn’t a lot on your end.

Ben and Xavier dutifully took shifts staying with you in the hospital. On this particular night, Ben is taking the night shift, walking back from the vending machines. He stops when he sees two dudes who look like models standing outside your door.

“Hey. Are you guys friends with [Y/N]? You must be from the studio. I don’t think we’ve met before. I'm Ben” Ben is tired but tries to be friendly.

Tae and Namjoon turn and look to him. Ben. Ben must be her boyfriend.

“Actually we’re from one of the bands she worked with. I’m Namjoon and this is Taehyung. You must be her boyfriend?”

“Fiance actually,” Ben politely corrects. “Just a few weeks ago actually,” he awkwardly laughs. “But then this all happened. You know the asshole didn’t even stop?”

Tae feels extremely awkward. He can understand a small bit of what’s going on, but he knows that what’s coming will be very difficult for everyone.

“That’s awful. How is she doing?”

“Bad. Stable. But, bad. She lost a lot of blood and hit her head pretty hard. They’re surprised she didn’t have any broken bones other than her skull fracture. She dislocated her shoulder when it hit the hood. The guy was definitely speeding.” Ben runs a hand through his hair. “Sorry if you were hoping to visit.”

RM awkwardly runs his hands up and down his jeans. There is not an easy way to say this.

“So. You know that [Y/N] has a soulmark on her wrist?”

Ben stiffens ever so slightly, “I do. But it’s ok. We don’t really care about that whole destiny thing. It’s unconventional but you know…” he trails off.

RM takes a deep breath and rolls up his sleeve. “I have the matching soulmark. I was in a coma for 2 days. I need to speak to her doctor immediately.” NEXT CHAPTER

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Our Clock is Ticking | KTH

After a post Christmas breakup with his girlfriend Taehyung is celebrating New Years alone in a hotel. The ball drops, yet 2021 doesn’t come.

Warnings: angst and some fluff

Ao3 - Wattpad

(Taehyung POV)

I pull my lips together in a frown, glancing down at the last text I sent.

‘Merry Christmas I guess’

‘Read at 1:34 am’

A deep sigh heaves from my chest. Yeah. Merry fucking Christmas and a Happy New Year. Stuck in an unfamiliar country in an unfamiliar town by my damn self. Guess we picked the perfect time to pick a fight. I bring my eyes to the clock. It’s 5:00 pm on New Year’s Eve. I could be at home with the rest of the boys but nooo. She had to drag me out to see her damn family and then pick a fight with me so I’m stuck spending the holiday alone.

My head falls back against the couch. What the fuck am I going to do now? It’s already passed the new year in Korea, but maybe I’ll call someone. Jimin… Yoongi. I don’t know. What would I even say? Hey, Mara and I broke up yesterday, and now I’m alone on New Years. Tch. Yeah. As much as I’d love to spill my guts out to them I’ve cried so much this week I feel just like shit. At this point, I just want to fly back home.

Luckily I was able to snag a flight back to Seoul for tomorrow. Not that it didn’t cost a lot, but there’s no way I’m spending another day here to wallow in my self-pity.

The phone screen still shines up in my eyes and I look one more time. A tiny circular picture of her sits at the top of our text. Her tongue stuck out to touch the camera when I took the photo. Silly.

When I take that flight tomorrow, will I ever see her again? I grind my teeth together, my thumb pressing against the power button. Despite how much anger is burning inside me, I hope the answer is yes.

‘I’ll be happier if I lived this next year without you.’ She really said that. I roll over onto my side, curling up on the cushions. She’s probably right. I honestly did make everything harder for her. She was always so understanding though. I wonder if she even meant it.

I sniff, wiping at a stray tear I hadn’t noticed. I’d like to think that she didn’t mean it. That she was just angry and it spilled out after all the dumb shit I said. Or what maybe I didn’t say. A shaky breath leaves my body, and my eyes clench shut. Oh, why can't I stop thinking about it?

Maybe she did mean it. I had never seen her say something with more conviction and anger, her body shook as she had screamed it at me. Her face had gone red like the wine we were drinking. I’m sure that fueled our anger too. But there had to be some backing behind her words. Even if this fight had been the last straw there were so many feelings leading up to this. Every night she spent waiting up for me. How could I not see her patience running out? Slowly but surely our clock had been ticking. Every time we greeted each other, said goodbye, kissed. Had her patience been running out then too?

Even I knew we weren’t fine. Fuck. I should have said something. Maybe I didn’t tell her how much she means to me often enough. Probably not. Of course, she cracked for the holidays. But did she really have to be so cruel?

I glance up from the couch, feeling the vibrations of a phone call. Damnit, I was hoping to avoid talking to anyone for the whole night. Should have figured, they are probably missing me. I sigh looking at the contact. Hoba hyung, a facetime. Not even just a voice call. Internally I groan looking myself in the reflection on my screen and making sure I don’t look like the shit I feel like.

After a deep breath, I answer the call. “Heyyy hyung…” I try and push away everything that has happened. If I tell him he’ll just be worried for no reason.

“Taeee, Happy New Year.” I smile lightly looking at him. He looks tired cause he probably stayed up all night.

I grin, trying to hide away the frown that was stuck on my face. “Hobaa why are you awake so early?” He raises an eyebrow and just shakes his head.

“Just am I guess, and knew you’d be awake so I wanted to call you. How’s the holiday with the missus?”

It’s awful. I said something inconsiderate and ruined the whole thing. We were drinking and I took her defensiveness as an attack on me. Maybe it was maybe it wasn’t. Doesn’t matter. We broke up and she said she doesn’t want to spend another year of her life with me. Now I’m sad and alone on New Years’ Eve. Probably won’t even watch the ball drop. Soak up my misery. I still have that bottle of wine I bought.

At least that’s what I wanted to tell him. And I will. Eventually. Just not today.

“She’s with the fam they are cooking in the kitchen.” I grin and he seems satisfied with that. Hobi is always fooled by my lies. Part of me wished that Jimin or Yoongi had called. They’d be able to call out my bullshit…

“Well, I shouldn’t bother you then you better go help…”

“Yeah… well, how was your night last night?” I say, trying to get him to stay on the call a little longer. Damn, I wish I could go home.

“You know… the usual. Jin passed out right after midnight. Me too.” He giggles. “But the others I guess you could say partied. Not really but we had fun.” I smile at this. Wish I had been there with them.

“Wish I had been there.” I sigh, but smile softly to him, hoping to not reveal how I really feel.

“No, you don’t silly. Go have fun!” He winks to me, “You’ll see us in a couple days anyway.”

“You’re right.” I nod not feeling like telling him I’ll actually be on my way back tomorrow. It stays silent for a moment as he smiles up to me.

“Stay safe and tell Mara I say hi!” He waves and I only nod.

“Bye.”

“Bye.” He says and hangs up. Well… I look at the clock seeing it’s only been about ten minutes since I last checked the time. It’s gonna be a long night.

My palms press into my skull. Trying to nullify the ache resonating in the back of my head. Oh shit. I groan, shielding my eyes as I tentatively open them. Trying to bring myself to life I lick my lips, the taste of that wine leftover on my breath. I cringe, taking a deep breath. Did I really end up drinking last night? I thought that wasn’t the plan. I lift my head from my pillow seeing the bottle resting on the counter. Still full. I swear I could remember at least drinking at least a glass though. Except now I no longer taste the wine on my tongue. As if it had never been there in the first place.

I exhale and plop my head back down. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. Fuck.

Again I lift my head up, searching for my phone on it’s charger. What time is it? Oh God what if I slept too late and missed my alarm.

2:34 pm. Fuck.

I pull up my ticket on my phone. 4:30 pm. Could I make it in time? Might as well try… I read over the confirmation email.

Thank you for your purchase… Your flight is for 1/1/2021 4:30 pm.

I toss myself from the bed, heading to my suitcase. Should I change? Do I have time? At least I should brush my teeth. I flick through the email, feeling like I’m forgetting something as I shuffle to the bathroom.

Sent at 2:00 pm.

I squint my eyes at this. Specifically remembering that I got this email yesterday and not today. Maybe it’s like a reminder. I shrug and wet my toothbrush.

An alarm sounds from my phone as I set it down making me jump. I scrunch up my face remembering I had a headache, but it’s not really bothering me anymore.

I look at the alarm… a reminder I set for myself. But it was supposed to go off yesterday. It did go off yesterday.

Reminder: flight tomorrow leave by 1:30.

I shake my head, lifting my head to the mirror. I look like shit, but I have this whole week let's be honest. Setting my toothbrush down I pull up my calendar. Did I get it wrong or something? No, my flight confirmation definitely says the first.

I glance at the little red dot on the calendar indicating the date. 12/31/2020. Pressing my lips into each other, I raise an eyebrow staring at the screen for a minute. It has to be wrong. I almost laugh to myself. Am I crazy?

I check the time again on my phone. 2:40 Thursday, December 31.

Have I completely mixed up the dates? I could swear that yesterday was New Years Eve. I push my hair back, looking back into the mirror. Though I didn’t watch the ball drop so maybe I was just mistaken.

Just to be sure, I look up the airport’s number, and give them a call. There’s no chance I’m missing the flight. After a confusing phone call they confirm my suspicions. My flight isn’t until tomorrow. Feeling very confused I finish brushing my teeth and start running the shower. How could I have mistaken yesterday for New Years Eve? I guess it happens. But I so clearly remember the date. Hoseok even called me wishing for me to have a good night. Had I imagined that as well?

After being refreshed from the heat of the shower I check my phone’s history. No call from Hoseok, which means I must have been in a daze of grief. Still, It doesn’t feel right. The call is so fresh in my mind.

I look to the clock after cleaning up my room. It was a mess. I hadn’t picked anything up and would have had to pack last minute in the morning if I left it that way. Despite wishing I was on that plane back to Seoul right now. I feel much better than I did yesterday. I should stay productive, keep my mind off things.

Time has gone by particularly slow today. Even after cleaning up myself and packing for tomorrow. I’ve been avoiding my feelings all day. I resorted to playing on Weverse and messing with Duolingo. Despite wanting to write, I knew that I would just dig myself into a hole.

Maybe this time around I’ll call Hoseok. I don’t want to wake him up though. It’s still early and I know he’ll want to sleep in after the late night last night.

‘You awake?’ I text the group chat. Maybe Jin or I don’t know, anyone to save me from my thoughts will answer. Though, maybe it’s a good idea to talk about it with one of them. Maybe they could tell me what to do. Ugh, it’s so confusing. Even though Mara said she never wants to see me again I doubt that she really meant that. Right? I certainly don’t want that to be the last time we ever see one another. I swallow. She was so angry. So upset. Her hands shook as the tears streamed down her face, and she sniffed trying to hold back the storm behind her eyes. And I just stood there. Like a jackass. A deer in headlights. Didn’t cry. I couldn’t, I didn’t want to react, cause I thought she was overreacting. She shouldn’t have cared so much about what I said. It wasn’t meant to make her so upset.

My face finds the palms of my hands. I’m so dumb. What the fuck possessed me to be such an asshole? All she wanted was for me to care and I didn’t. But I do. I really do. My cheeks form a blush as my face heats from the tears. I press into my temples willing myself not to cry. Stupid.

Feeling the buzzing of my phone, I look down. It’s Hoseok, and I huff before answering.

“Hey Tae bear!” He greets happily in my ear. I try to smile but I just want to be with him and not on this dumb call. Instead of being alone I wish I was home.

My eyes start to water and a horrible feeling starts crawling up my throat. I know that if I try to speak I’ll just…

“Are you there?”

I swallow, trying to push back this feeling. But I can’t, It’s pushing back. Tears prick at my eyes, and I just want Hoseok to be here to hold me. Despite trying so hard to hold the tears in, the feeling overwhelms me and washes over me. I heave out a hard sob. Revealing a feeling I had been holding back all day. My breaths are fast and choppy as the tears roll, and I cling to the phone curling my knees into my abdomen.

“Tae… Are you okay?” He sounds worried. I try to slow my breaths and answer him but I can’t. It just. I squeeze my fists. I hate this feeling.

The stream of tears doesn’t stop as I hug myself closer. “Sorry…” I barely hiccup out.

“Taehyung are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s happening?” I shake my head, pressing my eyes into my knees. The tears soak at my pants and I take a deep breath, sighing out slowly to try and relax.

“I’m sorry Hobi…” I sniffed, should have figured that would have happened. Wiping away at my face with my shirt sleeves, I start to explain. “Mara and I... it’s over.” I bite my cheek to hold my composure.

“Tae what happened?” he asks, sounding confused. Great, I shake my head. I just want to be with him. I don’t want to have to deal with this phone call. “I told her she doesn’t do enough.” I deadpan, taking in my own words myself. “I said that.” My heart twists, causing more tears to wring out from my eyes. Knowing now how it made her feel. Coming from the mouth from someone she loves. I meant it lightheartedly, but that’s no excuse now. I know her better than that. She does more than enough. God I hope she knows that. I hope that’s why she screamed at me. “What do you mean?” He practically shouts, but I can tell he’s trying to remain calm. “What happened? That doesn’t make any sense. When?”

I sigh, “Like a week ago…”

He interrupts before I can continue, “Where are you? Why didn’t you call?”

“I’m fine, I’m at a hotel and I’m flying back tomorrow.”

He sighs, “What happened? You guys…”

“It was dumb. I said something dumb.” I groan, pushing my hair out of my face. “It just spiraled after that cause we were drinking and I thought she was overreacting cause I didn’t mean what I said.” Hobi listens as I go on, “ I could tell that it upset her but I didn’t care, cause I didn’t mean it like that. I should have immediately apologized. No. I shouldn’t have said it at all.”

“Why don’t you call her and tell her this?”

I shake my head knowing he can’t see me. “She said she doesn’t want to be with me another year of her life.” It takes a lot to swallow that down. I really toppled the jenga tower. Instead of fixing the problem all I did was be inconsiderate and ruin everything. I’d like to blame the alcohol but it’s far too late for that. Not that she would believe me but truly it was a joke. My shoulders fall, a misunderstanding that I was too petty to reverse.

“Oh.” He says plainly, leaving both of us in silence. Damn. Now I feel like shit. I should have waited to tell him. Now he’s just gonna worry too much. I could have waited to tell him.

“Sorry, I’m fine really I’ll be coming home tomorrow. I just want to be with you guys again.”

Hoseok sighs, “Tae don’t say you’re fine if you’re not... It’s okay, you’ve been with Mara over two years. You’re definitely not going to be fine.” A hot tear runs down my cheek, and I can tell my face is swollen. “Why don’t you stay on the phone with me and later all of the guys and us will be there for the ball drop.”

“No, no…” I mutter, knowing that they’ll all just worry their heads off. “I’ll wait to talk to the others when I get home. I think I just want to sleep early and get this day over with.” What a hell of a way to start the year, I sigh.

“Do you want to stay on the call?” He asks, and I really contemplate this one for a while.

My breathing is shaky as I agree, “Just till I fall asleep, thanks hyung.”

I slowly open my eyes, crusty, and still swollen from last night. The hotel room is lit up around the curtains. My alarm didn’t go off again? My hand wanders to the nightstand to pick up my phone.

3:00 pm. My eyes widen and my heart jumps up with me in bed. Are you fucking kidding me? How in the hell did I sleep that long? Oh, God. There’s literally no way I’d make the flight. Why didn’t my alarms work? I stare at the time, wishing it would magically change to a couple hours earlier. How is it already the afternoon? Was I really that tired?

Not even bothering to stand I press my cheek into my palm. What the fuck? My teeth grind together. Why? After all of this shit. Why now? Can’t I just have one God damn easy day?

Is it possible to cancel my flight ticket this late? I should at least try. Maybe there will be some open tickets on a later flight. Though I highly doubt it as it’s New Year’s day and everyone is going home. God, I’ll be lucky to find a flight this week at all, I barely found this one.

On my lap my phone pings. I look down expecting maybe Hoseok.

Mara… Can I call you?

Immediately my stomach begins to spin. What could she have to say to me? I try to relax as I stare at the text. She’s already said the worst so it can’t be anything bad? Even if she tried apologizing I just... I fucked up. Would she forgive me?

After a moment I text her back, now anxiously awaiting her call. I hope she wants to talk it over. I hope that I can apologize. I hope she didn’t mean what she said. The phone rings, but I give it a moment before I answer. Stupid. I don’t want to seem desperate, but I am.

“Hey this is so out of nowhere but what day is it?” She says, sounding completely normal. Like we had just been talking not that long ago. Like we had spent Christmas and this entire week together. What day is it? That’s what she's calling for?

I stifle a sigh, glancing at my phone’s calendar, “What do you mean? It’s the fi…” The phone says the same thing it did yesterday. 12/31/20. “No way…”

She gives an exhausted laugh. “I am going crazy over here… I’ve celebrated New Years’ twice, and this morning my dad asks if I’m ready for 2021. Please tell me I’m crazy.”

“Uh that's strange,” I scratch my head. Holy shit does that mean the other day I hadn’t been imagining it? That I really had already been through the 31st. Today is the third New Years’ Eve. “I… I don’t know what to say other…”

“Damn. I’m sorry Tae. I shouldn’t have called. This was dumb and I sound so stupid. I’m sorry I should leave you be…” I shake my head as if she could see, “hey, wait, wait, wait. You didn’t let me finish. Genuinely the same thing has happened to me but I thought I was just mistaken because I went to sleep early.”

She huffs, laughing out of relief, “Ha, I thought I was still drunk from the night before…”

“Sooo, what does this even mean?” I ask knowing she doesn’t know the answer.

“Well, my parents don’t seem to notice so I don’t really know.”

“Hoseok is the same way…” I add, wondering if he’ll call me again today. Shit does this mean I still have a flight tomorrow? If tomorrow ever comes. What the fuck.

“Sorry again, I don’t really know why I called you…” I frown at her words, “I… I guess you’re the only other person I could really ask.” Nothing makes any sense, and my head starts to pound from my thoughts jumbling in my head.

“It’s okay, I… don’t mind.” I cringe, unsure of what else to say. She doesn’t respond right away, probably thinking the same thing. It’s a heavy moment. There’s so much to say but neither of us are speaking. Even though she isn’t saying anything I can only imagine how she looks. She’s probably curled up on the couch in her pj’s, probably making the same face I am. Just sad. Which is dumb, if we’re both sad then obviously the argument shouldn’t have happened.

“Well, if this happens again I guess we are just fucked.” She kind of laughs, making me smile, but my face drops again as she continues, “I’ll leave you be then… Happy New Year’s Tae.”

“Mara…” The buzz of the phone line lets me know she hasn’t hung up. I close my eyes, trying to formulate my thoughts before I open my mouth. “I’m sorry.” I shake my head, feeling stupid, “You are more than enough, I…” My words get caught in my throat and I can’t finish my sentence.

“Me too.” She mutters.

I sniff, “Can we talk… like in person.” “I’ll try and tell my parents that talking to you is more important than the ball dropping.” She sighs, and regret washes over me. Her parents probably hate me. They had been in the house during the argument. My eyes fall to the floor. I really just fucked it up. “Where even are you?”

“Oh, this Hilton near a movie theater I think.”

“I shouldn’t have sent you out. I’m really sorry Tae, it’s probably not safe for you to just be in a hotel.”

I almost laugh, at least I know she’s worried about me. “I’m a grown man…”

“Tch I know it’s just… I shouldn’t have let you leave in a city you’ve never been okay.” After another moment, “Well I’ll come later. Just text me your room number yeah?”

I hum in answer and she hangs up. That went a lot better than I expected it to go.

As I step towards the door, I swipe my hands down my pant legs, hoping my hands aren’t sweaty, and hoping I don’t look nervous myself. God that shouldn’t even matter. Clearing my mind, I pull open the door to see Mara standing there awkwardly, with her hands folded together.

“Hey.” I mumble, leaning against the wall to make room for her in the tight entrance, gesturing for her to come in. Her eyes are shielded by her hair as she walks past me, but she wasn’t looking up at me anyway. After closing the door behind us we silently walk over to the couch, each taking a seat. In my lap my hands fumble with each other, and I bite down my lip. I guess it’s a bit more awkward trying to find the right words in person.

I nod a couple times, managing to psych myself up to start the conversation. “I… I’m really sorry Mara.” The words come out breathy as it finally feels right to say them to her.

She lifts her pointed chin to me with a small smile, shaking her head. “I accept your apology, and I’m sorry I took it too seriously.” Her body turns towards mine as she continues, “I’m not even sure why it really got me that mad because it was a dumb joke and it just hurt my feelings.”

“That's all that really matters, I hurt your feelings and that's a good enough reason to apologize.” I finally make eye contact, feeling comfortable talking to her again. Those eyes are just the same as they’ve always been. She’s not cruel. She has a kind heart and her eyes show that. Why am I acting a fool?

“If anyone should apologize…” She sighs looking around the room, “It’s me.” I look down at my hands still thinking. “God.” She sniffs, and I immediately bring my face up to see her crying. “That's such an awful thing to say.” She chokes out, hands covering her face. My mouth drops and I do what I would normally, scooch closer to her and wrap my arm around her. Her head continues to shake in disappointment with herself.

“Listen it’s…”

“No!” She pushes me away, looking at me, her eyes reddening already. “It’s not okay.” Her eyes squeeze shut, tears rolling down her cheek. Even if she did say it, my heart still pangs looking at her like this. “I… I didn’t mean it.” She shakes her head, frantically wiping at her face. “I can’t even believe that those words came out of my mouth.” Her face becomes hidden as she buries it away in her hands.

I turn my head away from her, unsure of what to say. It’s not like I can say I knew she didn’t mean it, because that would be a lie. I still feel like deep down she feels like her life would be easier without me. And honestly it probably would.

“Maybe you’re right though.” I whisper, surprised that the words came out of my mouth. I certainly didn’t mean them to, but they did. They just slipped, like the tears I hadn’t noticed forming in my eyes. I roll my eyes, wiping them away. No use in feeling pitiful. What was I to expect with this lifestyle? Maybe I’m just meant to be alone during this time.

“No… no.” She sniffles, realizing that her words had taken hold. “Oh Tae,” She sobbed, pushing herself into my chest. “I need you in my life. I can’t express how much you mean to me. I really didn’t mean it. I can’t even believe I said that.” Her tears soak through the fabric and I barely hug her back. Even if she wants me back in her life there has to be some backing behind her words. Moments of unhappiness.

“Tae listen to me.” Her fingers grasp at my collar, bringing my attention to her. Her brows were furrowed in anger as she pressed her fists into my chest. “I love you. There’s no one like you. I…”

My eyes roll away from her, doubtful. The tears flowed smoothly now, there was no stopping them. I press my fingers into my eyes, trying to see through the tears. It just doesn’t make any sense why she would say that and not mean it. “T… there has to be a reason.” I hiccup, attempting to push her away from me. “There has to be a reason you said it.” I blubber, hiding my face in my shirt sleeve. Wishing I could stop crying. Wishing I believed her.

I feel her wrapping herself around me, and taking my hands away from my face. Weakly I let them drop to my sides. Letting my lashes stick together by keeping my eyes closed.

“Kim Taehyung.” Her breath is hot on my face, as her soft fingers trace under my eyes. “There’s no reason.” She sniffs, “I love you.” She leans into me, our foreheads touching. “Please don’t keep what I said in your heart.”

My head slides away from her, resting on her collarbone, and taking heavy breaths. How can it not linger? This feeling.

“Please forgive me Tae.” She hugs me closer. Of course I can do that. That isn’t the problem. “I want to go into this year with you… I want to spend all the years of my life with you.” She rambles on, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” I can’t respond, and so she continues, “please we can fix this…”

I sigh, collecting myself, and taking a deep breath against her skin. “Yeah.” It’s all I can muster, still not sure how I feel. It’s not like I don’t want to be with her, it’s just… Does she really want to be with me? I couldn’t live with the fact that she didn’t want to continue this but did anyway. I’m not even sure how I could forget this. I don’t want it to stay on my mind but I don’t think I’ll be able to help it. Though as we sit here, I’m just grateful to be in her arms.

“Hey” I open sticky eyes, to the someone poking my cheek softly. Mara’s swollen but soft eyes are looking into mine, us still glued to each other on the couch. We must have fallen asleep, I blink a few times, stretching my arm out from under her. She has a small smile, one that makes me melt. Speaking softly she pulls her phone around to me. “Look.” With squinted eyes from the bright screen I see that it's 11:58 pm. She sets the phone down, leaning on her hand, “We didn’t miss the ball drop. Do you maybe want to watch it?”

I smile whispering, “I thought you didn’t want to watch it a third time.”

She sits up shrugging, “it’s different this time.” Her eyes find mine, and then she immediately looks away, “Though I doubt this tv gets the right channels.” I shuffle up in my seat as she gets up, rolling her head over her shoulders.

After my mind has adjusted to being awake I stand, following her as she flips the tv on, scanning through the channels, though the time has already turned to 11:59. There's some news channels but they aren't showing the countdown.

“Dangit we are gonna miss it.” She whines, but only looking half upset.

I huff at her pout, quickly pulling up the ball drop on youtube. “See it’s that easy.” 25. 24.

Her teeth show in a smile as she curls around me, watching the ball fall on the tiny little screen. 19. 18. “Can we kiss?” She kinda laughs at herself after asking, her eyes falling to the floor. Though I’m shocked she asked.

“Yeah… of course.” She still seems hesitant, until I set the phone down on the bed, turning my attention completely to her. 10. 9.

She attempts to look in my eyes, but her’s just drag down to my chest once more. “I love you Tae.” 8. 7. My hand finds her chin, pulling it up slightly so our eyes do meet. And the blush forming on her cheeks makes me blush in return. Reminding me of the first time we kissed. 6. 5. I push my forehead onto hers, rubbing circles on her temples. 4. 3.

“I love you too.” 2. 1. And I pull her face into mine, our lips softly clashing. Making me miss her more, and never want to let go. But I do. Breathing softly onto each other’s faces, breaking into smiles.

She looks down to my phone with a grin, pulling it up to my face. “Look! It’s 2021!”

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“Is It You?” || myg

The requested sequel to Cheers If You Agree!

Summary: “The statement that fell from his pressed lips only succeeded in reminding him of how eager he’d been to see you all night. Of how stupid he’d felt sitting up on stage, eyes trying to find you in the crowd like he even knew what you looked like. Maybe you’d been lying when you said you’d be there, or maybe you just didn’t want to reveal yourself. Or maybe, just maybe, Min Yoongi was an idiot.

For thinking that all of the time he wasted, thoughts he wasted, emotions he wasted, trying to connect with someone when he didn’t even know who they really were, could turn into something good.”

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings/Genre: Idol!Yoongi. Fan!Reader. Some cursing. Fluff. Light angst. Drabble.

A/N: Do you guys want me to turn this into a series?

All of my works are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission.

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“What’s up with you, hyung?”

Yoongi blinked back into awareness, the other cars zooming by on the expressway filling his vision and reminding him where he was. He turned his head to stare at Hoseok who was sitting beside him in the van, eyebrows pinched in concern and heart-shaped lips pursed.

“What?” The low, rumbling timbre of Yoongi’s voice was difficult to hear over the music playing from the van speakers.

Hoseok leaned closer, his side pushing into Yoongi’s and melding their body heat together. His voice was equally as low in Yoongi’s ear. “You’ve been acting weird ever since the fan meet ended.”

Panic grabbed hold of Yoongi’s throat, but he kept his expression bland, uninterested. “I’m just tired.”

“Bullshit.” Hoseok pushed the hood of his oversized hoodie off of his head to rest at the base of his neck. “She wasn’t there, huh?”

Now that had Yoongi’s eyebrows shooting so far into his hairline that he was surprised they didn’t launch into space. And he lost the fight he had with keeping a straight face. Instead, his mouth dropped in surprise and his normally feline-like eyes blew wide. Heartbeat echoing in his eardrums, his tongue flickered across his lips nervously.

“I don’t--”

“It’s pretty obvious, hyung.” Namjoon, who’d been sitting up in the front seat of the van turned to look back. He spoke around the rim of the plastic water bottle pressed to his lips, though there was already a dark stain on his shirt from where he’d spilt some on himself earlier.

“Wha--”

“Very obvious.” The melodic, adolescent-esque deep voice that could only belong to Park Jimin piped up from the back row. With a quick flash of pink hair, Jimin leaned across the back of the row in front of him and popped his face in-between Yoongi and Hoseok’s.

“You really expected us not to notice?” Seokjin leaned around Hoseok with a dubious eyebrow raised. “I mean, you do realize that whenever you post on Weverse we all get the notifications, right?”

Taehyung’s own head of dark hair appeared into view above Jimin’s like a meerkat. “Yeah, did you not hear Jin-hyung yelling at me and Jungkookie for spamming the app the other night?”

All Yoongi could do was stare in shock. Damn, he really hadn’t thought of that.

“Thought you were a genius, hyung?” Yoongi didn’t even have to look back to see the expression on Jungkook’s face. Smart ass.

Jimin patted the top of Yoongi’s hair cutely and flashed him his crooked front tooth with a wide smile. “It’s okay, hyung. We were just wondering when you’d tell us.”

“So, was she there?” Hoseok reiterated his previous question loudly over the soft music playing from the speakers and all eyes turned to Yoongi.

He cleared his throat, seeing no use in trying to hide anything. Especially since they’d already figured it out. “No. She wasn’t.”

The statement that fell from his pressed lips only succeeded in reminding him of how eager he’d been to see you all night. Of how stupid he’d felt sitting up on stage, eyes trying to find you in the crowd like he even knew what you looked like. Maybe you’d been lying when you said you’d be there, or maybe you just didn’t want to reveal yourself. Or maybe, just maybe, Min Yoongi was an idiot.

For thinking that all of the time he wasted, thoughts he wasted, emotions he wasted, trying to connect with someone when he didn’t even know who they really were, could turn into something good.

“You sure?” Namjoon fiddled with the volume knob on the radio to turn it down in order to be heard better. “I mean, you don’t know what she looks like, right? Maybe you met her, but just didn’t know.”

Yoongi tongued his cheek. “Maybe.”

“Well, why don’t we find out?” Taehyung’s words came out muffled from where he rested his chin on top of Jimin’s head.

“How?” Yoongi really hoped that his members couldn’t hear the tinge of desperation that clouded his question.

Taehyung retreated to the back row for a moment before returning with his phone in hand. His fingers tapped on the screen, soft light illuminating his profile in the darkness of the van.

Finally, he pulled up what he was searching for and leaned forward once again, phone stretched out in front of them all. And before anyone could even blink, Taehyung snapped a picture and fell back against his seat once again.

“How’s that supposed to help?” Seokjin turned to question Taehyung, who ignored him in favor of viciously thumbing across his phone screen. Upon not getting a response, Jin reached out in an attempt to swat the younger, only to miss when he threw himself behind Jimin. “Yah! I asked you a question.”

“There!” Instead of elaborating, Taehyung merely flashed his members his trademarked boxy smile.

And the second he spoke, every single phone in the van dinged at the same time, different notification tones mixing together in a broken harmony of confusion. With a roll of his eyes, Yoongi slipped his own phone out of his pocket to see exactly what Taehyung deemed to be a good idea.

A Weverse notification flashed in the dark, indicating that the younger had just shared a “moment.”

“Smart,” came Jungkook’s mumble.

“Now we’ll just go to the post,” Taehyung waved his device in the air, “And see if she comments something.”

Just like always, without fail, comments and cheers and well wishes flooded underneath Tae’s photo of them in the van with the caption, “We miss army already!”

Hoseok elbowed Yoongi in the ribs in order to rip his attention away from his phone. “What’s her username?”

Your name slipped from Yoongi’s lips and he felt a rush of love and adoration for his members, his brothers, for going out of their way for this. To help him when they could have just brushed him off or called him crazy, stupid, and idiot for wanting to search for you.

“Hah!” Jimin all-but yelled in Yoongi’s ear and leaned even closer to shove his phone under the rapper’s nose. “Found her!”

Yoongi had to blink to stop himself from going cross-eyed, but took the device from Jimin’s hand regardless. And there you were, two comments spammed back-to-back.

Y/n

07/21/2019, 13:04

Wish I could have been there. 😞 But leave it to my boss to make me work late. 😤

You next comment however, had Yoongi’s eyes widening.

Y/n

07/21/2019, 13:04

@mini_yn

“Is that..?” Hoseok pointed a slender finger at the text on the screen. “Her Twitter handle?”

“You think?” Blinking to clear his dry eyes, Yoongi looked up at the man beside him.

Hoseok flashed his tiny dimples in response with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Only one way to find out, right?”

His words were all Yoongi needed to switch over to the Twitter app and type into the search bar. Anticipation rang high in the van as the rest of the boys leaned in as close as they possibly could to read his phone screen.

There was a moment in which Yoongi let himself wonder, what if?

Not that he should have wondered at all.

Because there you were, the only result to pop up under the username. Yoongi swallowed and clicked on it before he could second guess himself. And held his breath as the page loaded.

“She’s really pretty, hyung!” Hoseok leaned further into Yoongi’s side to peer at his phone.

“At least she’s not underage.” Jimin’s breath puffed against the back of Yoongi’s neck and he turned to shoot the pink haired man a look. Who just shrugged in response. “What? It was a possibility.”

“Agreed!” Jungkook’s shout came from somewhere Yoongi couldn’t see.

Because he was too busy swiping down your page to bother giving a shit.

“You gonna message her?” The question from Namjoon caught Yoongi’s attention. He paused and glanced up, locking eyes with Bangtan’s leader.

A viable inquiry indeed. “With our BTS Twitter? Wouldn’t that potentially backfire if it isn’t her?”

Namjoon hummed, pressing his lips together in a way that showed his dimples as he thought. A beat of silence passed before he answered. “Possibly. But if you message her from a backup profile, she might not believe you. Besides, if it’s not her and it somehow gets out, we’ll just say we got hacked or something.”

“Hacked?” Yoongi raised his brows to conceal the way his heart hammered loudly in his chest. “Really?”

Shrugging, Namjoon waved a hand at Yoongi’s phone. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out if it comes to that. But I think you should go for it.”

Everyone else in the van voiced their agreement and Yoongi had no choice but to conceed.

At least, that’s what he told himself. It wasn’t like he was a borderline nervous wreck. On the inside of course.

Taehyung’s hands wildly shaking his shoulders to spur him on had Yoongi tapping on the DM option. His fingers hovered over the touchscreen keyboard as he tried to figure out what the hell he was supposed to say to you. And the heavy breathing of everyone else wasn’t helping. But finally, finally, he shot a message off into cyberspace and hoped for the best.

Yoongi really hoped that you were you.

Hoped that he wasn’t being stupid.

Or rash.

Or--

The text popping up in the thread he’d been staring at ceased his doubts. His fears. His concerns. And had a gummy smile spreading across his face before he could think to stop it.

Not that he wanted to.

Because you were you.

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