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yakuly · 17 days

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Amortentia | J.JK²

Jeon Jungkook grifinório! x leitora sonserina.

Palavras: 1.767

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

Avisos: Nenhum, acredito eu.

J.JK¹ | J.JK² | J.JK³

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"Senhorita S/s, como minha melhor aluna, quero que seja tutora desse... rapaz."

A voz de Snape ecoou em sua cabeça, como se tivesse em um túnel do terror. Boquiaberta, literalmente, o olhar da garota vagava da figura obscura a sua frente, para o moreno ainda sentado. Jeon da um sorrisinho de criança, erguendo as sobrancelhas e ainda teve a audácia de a dar um tchauzinho. Tudo bem, isso vai ser difícil de ignorar.

"Professor, o senhor acha que o rapaz em questão, precisa de aulas a mais?" Ela ousa perguntar, tentando se livrar da nova posição, claramente desconfortável. Snape rola os olhos, claramente querendo se livrar do grifinório, a levando a acreditar que Jungkook provavelmente estava ali a um tempo considerável.

"O que eu acho não é importante, o importante é que a senhorita o tutore, para que ele saia imediatamente da minha sala, senhorita S/S." É, Jungkook realmente estava ali a um bom tempo.

"Tudo bem, eu concordo," a mais nova começa, e ambas as feições se iluminam (a de snape o máximo que se podia), então ela imendou com pressa: "mas apenas com uma condição."

"O. que. Senhorita?"

"Pra cada ponto que Jeon conseguir em sua aula, quero dois para a sonserina." Apesar do tom firme, o seu interior tremia, aflita com a resposta. Mas tudo o que recebeu foi um aceno de cabeça. "você" aproveitando que snape tinha se virado para longe, ela aponta para seu novo pesadelo, que estava claramente aturdido com a virada de eventos "começamos amanhã, depois da aula do professor Snape."

...

Quando saiu daquela sala, caminhou rápido o suficiente para fugir de Jeon, mas não rápida suficiente pra perder o professor gritando com o moreno, e o ver tropeçando porta a fora. Pelo menos paga uma pequena parte do que seja lá que ele esteja planejando...

Ao chegar nas masmorras, felizmente encontrou Park Jimin passando para algum lugar. A parte feliz desse encontro é que o agora loiro, fazia parte do ciclo de amigos de Jeon.

"Park!" O rapaz se vira para você, abrindo um meio sorriso, e esperando que você contornasse as poltronas até ele. "Será que você consegue me explicar o que seu amigo está planejando?"

"Hum..." Park faz um som de 'tsk' com a boca, fingindo que estava pensando no pedido da garota "Não, acho que não."

"O quê? Por quê?" Seu desespero era adorável para ele, e talvez rir não foi a ação mais inteligente de Jimin da hora. Por isso ele recebeu um soco leve, mas bem merecido no ombro.

"Ow! Eu quis dizer que não, eu não consigo te explicar o que Jeon planejou, por que não faço a menor ideia do que esteja falando."

"E como sabe que tô falando do Jungkook?" A garota tenta o encurralar, mas dessa vez, não pode ficar revoltada com a risada do loiro. Então o deixou ir, e foi para seu quarto tentar dormir.

Mas não tinha como escapar o novo dia que chegou, e até fingir uma febre foi considerado, mas a ideia de ter que tomar algum remédio doido na infermaria, não valeria a pena. Então tudo o que pôde fazer, era vestir seu uniforme, tomar café da manhã e encarar as aulas, esperando pelo pior.

E por incrível que pareça, Jeon estava incrivelmente quieto. Um alívio bem vindo, claro, se não sentisse um arrepio estranho em sua espinha. Nada que viesse do rapaz, poderia ser algo bom.

Quando a aula de Snape, que por algum acaso era a última do dia, acabou , Jeon a esperava do lado de fora da sala. Quando saiu o encarou por alguns minutos, esperando alguma piadinha ou comentário engraçadinho, mas nada. Tudo o que viu, era um rosto perfeito, em um corpo perfeito, usando seu brasão rival. As meninas que passavam cochichavam, e riam, não tão discretas, o que claramente e obviamente a irritou. Sem dizer uma palavra, Sn começou seu caminho até a biblioteca.

"O quê? Ei!" a voz surpresa do rapaz, soou às costas da garota, que apertou o passo, o fazendo copiar o ato. "Cobrinha, onde você vai? Não tá esquecendo de nada?" Por mais que o plano da sonserina fosse seguir seu caminho sem muita dificuldade, o ter gritando em suas costas, e falando como se fossem amigos a fez parar de andar, e se virou pra ele, que caminhava rápido e quase caiu por cima do corpo menor.

"Vamos pra biblioteca Jeon, não vou te tutorar no meio do corredor."

Quando ouviu aquilo, Jungkook se sentiu um idiota, mas tinha alguma coisa no modo como você o chamava pelo sobrenome, que o fazia cócegas por dentro. Então ele a seguiu, como um cachorrinho abandonado. Mas claro, que não em silêncio, ele comentava do clima, das aulas do dia, de alguma piada que Seokjin tinha feito (esquecendo completamente que a garota apenas o conhecia como um monitor qualquer da Grifinória, e não como um dos melhores amigos e mais engraçados que se poderia ter). E tudo o que a menor fazia, era caminhar em silêncio à sua frente, querendo mais que tudo que a situação acabasse tão rápido, estranho e surpreendentemente quanto começou.

Na grande biblioteca, a garota seguiu diretamente para uma das mesas de estudo ao fundo e escondida de todos. Mas enquanto caminhavam biblioteca adentro, passaram por diversas mesas vazias, que Jeon começava a se perguntar se ela estaria o levando para uma sala super secreta, e o trancaria lá para sempre.

Mas para seu alívio, a menor parou em uma mesa que a agradou, mas o rapaz não deixou de notar sua localização: fundo do biblioteca, as luzes das velas que iluminavam o local eram as mais fracas, e os dois definitivamente seriam escondidos pelo grande e pesado livreiro, repleto de livros grandes e pesados.

Deixando sua bolsa na cadeira, S/n o ordenou que se sentasse (e se surpreendeu quando ele de fato fez, a olhando com grandes olhos de bambi).

A última coisa que Jungkook viu, foi a figura feminina se esgueirardo pelos corredores da biblioteca, recolhendo livros e mais livros. O rapaz ficou observando seu vulto branco e verde andando de um lado para o outro, e começou a se perguntar como poderia se aproximar mais da garota. Veja bem, ele tinha um plano, só não pensou muito sobre ele.

Quando finalmente se deu por satisfeita, S/n voltou para a mesa, colocando os mesmos na frente do rapaz. Por Serem pesados e velhos, quando encontraram a mesa de madeira, uma leve poeira subiu ao ar, dando um tom mais dramático para o ato.

Os olhos já grandes de Jungkook crescem ainda mais, se levantando para a olhar por cima das capas duras. "O que espera que eu faça com isso?" Ele balbucia para a garota, que sorri 'docemente':

"Leia."

"Hã? Você quer que eu leia tudo isso?" O tom exasperado do moreno, a fez sorrir internamente com aquilo, mas não demonstrou "Eu achei que fosse me tutorar..."

"E eu que você fosse tão inteligente como eu, mas parece que ambos estavam errados." se sentando na cadeira a frente de Jeon, pega seus materiais para fazer seu dever, e estudar o que precisa.

"Cobrinha, não foi isso que eu pensei..." Jungkook começou a reclamar mais uma vez, usando uma voz manhosa e balbuciando, coisa que a surpreendeu, já que nunca o ouviu falar desse jeito. Mas não deixou a abalar, e apenas abriu o livro, começando com seu serviço.

"Eu também não imaginava que você seria tão chorão assim, Jeon. Pois se quiser me ter como tutora, sente-se e leia, caso contrário, desista e avise ao professor Snape."

Foi tudo o que ela disse, cutucando o ego, e lado competitivo de Jeon, com uma ousadia digno de um sonserino. Mas além de ser quem é, Jungkook também possui o melhor e o pior dos grifinórios, e não desistiria tão fácil. Portanto apesar de contrariado, o moreno bufou, se sentando e finalmente abrindo o livro começando a ler em silêncio.

...

Durante a primeira semana, enquanto andavam para a biblioteca, Jungkook ainda proclamava notícias, e reclamava todo dia, quando ela surgia com o que pareciam ser ainda mais livros Mas durante as aulas, ele pareceu esquecer do combinado, por tanto, cada ponto que ele acertava por provocação, a sonserina acumulavam mais dois "Magicamente".

"Isso não faz sentido!" Um Grifinório gruniu uma vez, olhando para a pontuação das casas. A sonserina largava com dois pontos a mais que a casa leonina. O grupo de Jungkook, que passava para poder ir ao refeitório, parou para ver qual a comoção. "Ela parece que nem fala mais nada, como eles podem estar na frente?!"

Coincidentemente Sn passava pelo mesmo caminho para também almoçar no refeitório junto à seu pequeno grupo de amigas sonserinas, ela escuta toda a comoção, e não pôde esconder o sorriso vitorioso para os rapazes

Jeon observou enquanto passava por eles, com seu orgulho ferido por ter caído na sua armadilha, mas ao mesmo tempo, maravilhado por sua ideia brilhante e sua reação. Ele estava louco pra conseguir mais daquilo.

Mas surpreendentemente na semana seguinte, o rapaz se calou. Sem mais citações de seus amigos, sem reclamações, e até ele mesmo começou a se levantar e buscar os livros par ler e fazer anotações. Uma incrível evolução, na opinião de S/n, afinal esse poderia ser um sinal que sua tortura estaria chegando ao fim.

Logo, ele passou a ser uma presença tolerável. O silêncio, cheiro de livros (e talvez o leve aroma de menta que emanava do moreno) e bebidas quentes, e o barulho calmante de penas sob o pergaminho Parecia o paraíso. Mas estava tudo muito bom pra ser verdade.

Na próxima aula de poções, Snape anunciou que deveriam se aproximar de sua mesa, pois a poção que iriam aprender tinha um truque. Ao ouvir aquilo, uma ideia do que poderia ser surgiu a mente de S/n, mas gostaria muito que não fosse, mas não teve jeito, "Amortentia" era a poção da vez, então se aproximou da bancada, e infelizmente sentiu Jeon braço a braço, com ela.

Conforme o professor explicava e fazia a poção, você anotava, e tentava nao focar no fato de que o perfume de Jungkook estava ficando cada vez mais forte.

Quando acabou, Snape deu um passo para trás, olhando a sala com a mesma feição impassível de sempre "Muito bem, alguém se voluntaria para sentir o cheiro e dizer o que sente?" todos se entreolharam, até Jimin levantar a voz, e alguns suspiros do seu lado serem escutados. Coitadas...

"Professor, acho que seria interessante pra sala se Jungkook e Sn cheirassem"

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hopefultigress · 1 year

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SHOWER WITH GREEK GOD

Pairing: min yoongi x reader

Genre: au, smut, established relationship

Word count: 9k

Summary: boring party- drunk y/n- coming home to yoongi showering- making out in the shower.

P.s: trust me my writing has much more details than this summary :D after ages i finally wrote a smut because yoongi posted pov worthy pics on insta, and also my sister couldn't stop forcing me ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

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Despite him telling you not to go to that party of your toxic friends you still go, to show them how well off you are now with a diploma in veterinarian and part-time at an adoption center preparing to do a degree in veterinarian. After all the feeling proud moment you start to hate that party real bad. You keep on drinking shots over shorts just to survive in that toxic environment. Before you know it you were drunk and the first thing you did was calling yoongi, as it was Saturday night yoongi was working late but he could still spare some time for your drunk call.

"YoOngi MaRrY mE"

You could hear the chuckle on the other side.

"nO No doN't sHow Me thAt guMmy bEar sMile"

"Kitty, you're drunk" him in a raspy voice.

"I am busy rn I'll send some of my men to pick you up"

In no time Yoongi's most trusted men were at the bar. "Ma'am we need to go"

"ShUt Up i WanNa mArry yoOngi RIGHT NOW..!"

So they just pick you up and put you in the car.

One guard to another, "careful i don't wanna lose my job, uk how important she is to the boss"

By the time you are in the car babbling, yoongi reaches home and starts to freshen up.

You reach home like a mess wanting yoongi desperately. You go to the bathroom to wash your face and see him.

You are too drunk to make out whether it's real or not. So you bang the glass.

"Hi sweety you're home, i missed you. I told you not to go to that boring party, i knew you would come home like this"

But all those words were gibberish to you... all you could see and hear was a 29 year old hot man showering with his long black hair which did no mercy on making you wet.

He wraps a towel on his waist so that you can focus on his face and came out of the shower to check up on you.

"So how was the party, did you have fun. Were you able to meet your friends?"

Your mind is playing unholy and while dancing to its rhythm you slow blink your eyes and all you could see were wet luscious lips moving up and down, you desperately want that movement against your lips so you lean in and claim what's yours.

When your lips meet his, you forget about the evening all together and you realize that all you ever wanted was his lips on yours, he pulls you closer by the waist and your hands are now in his damped long raven hair. He slides his hands under your clothes, unhooking your thongs.

You undress yourself like a good girl you are, he guides you to the shower area, by the time he adjusts the water temperature you swirl his waist towel outside the shower, "we don't need that here"-- and that exact time the water hits you.

Being with Yoongi under the same shower, feeling the warmth of water while your bare skin touches the Greek god skin makes you want him even more. Seeing water dripping down that dove skin makes you drip.

The sight of naked Yoongi leaning in and kissing you is something everyone dreams of, you suck on his lower lip-- him slightly biting it and leaving his marks as always.

You could feel how hard he is– slowly poking you around your sensitives, making you wet.

He trails one of his wet veiny hand down to your shoulder reaching you breasts, he swirls around it while each vein of his hand moves along it, giving it a little squeeze he moves down to your cervix, making little circles around your wet area.

"More than the water you seems wet to me, now be a good kitty and spread it for me"

"Can we skip the teasing part and get to business"

Him while rubbing your vulva, " just a little longer babe- i like to see you desperate for me."

After a cocky comment he slides one of his veiny finger inside you- moving it in circular motion around your walls to touch each area of it. Which makes you moan in pleasure and desperation. "You're such a tease"

But that's the thing you love about him. He just don't wanna make you feel his cock inside you, but also makes you feel loved by exploring each part of your body– by wanting to touch every corner of your body with those veiny hands of his.

Soon he shoves two of his fingers trying to reach the spot. Your head hits the wall and your eyes close in pleasure as he keeps pushing those fingers upward at a rapid pace.

It's twitching your lower tummy, you're in pain but the pleasure is soo muchh that it just overpowers it and makes you feel the pleasure pain feeling which you love.

"Don't worry kitty i am gonna clean you up as well after i make a mess out of you"

He says this every time but you never get bored of it, instead it sends butterflies down to your lower tummy.

"If your pretty little games are over then can i get what i want?"

"You have to ask for it"

You roll your eyes back, "fine.! I need you inside me right now"

"That's like a good kitty"

He moves forward to meet his lips to yours, making each corner of it red– slowly slides his head down to your neck, leaving wet bites and kisses to claim you at the same time pulling you closer to him by the waist, he positions himself between your thighs and rubbing himself against you.

"For God sake fuck me min yoongi"

You feel his smirk on your neck, and before you know it he shoves his manhood inside you. I swear that was the loudest moan of the night. Him being inside you drives you crazy and you can't get enough of it.

As the shower water hits, his long damped hair keeps coming in his face so he pushes them back with his wet veinful arm while thrusting harder into you.

His only purpose to push his hair back was to kiss you. You love the feeling of him kissing you while being deep inside you.

Like a little the Dora the explorer he moves towards your nipples again, swirling his tongue around it, sucking and pulling it until he likes to hear your moans.

He looks up to you, trying to make a photographic memory of gorgeous lady standing right in front of him– loving the feeling of being deep inside you, going in and out

"Faster"

He increases his pace on one command coz no matter how dominant he is, there's no way he's ain't listening to your demands.

Things start to heat up and your bosoms move everywhere with every rapid thrust in your cunt.

He puts his hands on both sides of your waist going faster. You grunt from his fingers seeping into your skin harder and harder. "Damn kitty you're sooo soft" he says lowering his lips on the side of your neck sucking. "Fuck" you say as your right hand finds his neck. You feel yourself build into your climax. You moan out loud feeling your climax coming. He pulls back and looks at you begging for dear life. "Cum for me baby" he says while coming out of you, looking deep in your eyes.

You both wash away the deeds you both did.

"And now it's time for you bath baby"

"Like an actual baby"

he takes some body wash and massage it all over you touching and rubbing every skin on you body to make is crystal clean as promised.

He grabs a towel and ruffles it in you hair before wrapping it around you. Water was still dripping from his long damped hair, naked messed up yoongi standing in front of you– caring for you– loving every ich of you. What more could you ask from life.

You walk out of the bathroom, while you search for his hoodie in the cupboard to wear you see the reflection of half naked Yoongi ruffling his long damped hair in the mirror and even after a hot shower it sends butterflies to you.

Without any delay you snatch that towel from his hand and ruffle those beautiful hairs, it was a dream come true moment for you thus your eyes sprakles as you do it and Yoongi being a total husband material just couldn't stop staring into your eyes with that gummy bear smile on his face.

You have reached the end >_< i hope i am free from all the alligations now! (This note was for my sister •-•)

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ggukzashi · 1 year

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Black Pearl Pt. 2

Pairing: Namjoon × reader ft. Ot7

Rating: Adult, Explicit

Genre:NonIdolAu,BodyguardAu,Angst,Smut,Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You're with your friends drinking when suddenly your entire life is flipped around. You find yourself trapped in a house with 7 men you don't know and their Alpha gets on your nerves a little too much. What do you do when you realize that you like their leader and you're not supposed to? Can you resist giving in and sticking to your belief of no relationships or do you give in to the temptation?

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing

Author's Note: I decided to write this series inspired by Namjoon in a black turtleneck ( yes I'm weak and I know y'all are too). It's my first time writing a series so please do let me know your thoughts and engage with the post.

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Chapter Two

“Namjoon.”

It almost feels like an instant reaction, the way it rolls off of your tongue so easily. Almost like it’s a name you’ve known for a while. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear your phone ringing. You pull it out of your purse that you managed to grab before you had to leave the club. Before you get the chance to answer, Namjoon grabs it out of your hand harshly.

“What the fuck?” You yell.

“Give me my phone back,” you demand, your hands crossed against your chest. Namjoon quickly pulls the car over and slides the SIM card out of your phone before throwing it out of the window. Your eyes shoot open at his action. You're about to yell at him again when you hear a gunshot in the distance.

"Sit back," Namjoon orders in a voice that leaves no place for argument, as he presses on the accelerator and speeds away from the location. He reaches his arm to the back seat with ease and retracts his walkie-talkie.

"How the fuck are they trailing us?” He asks and you can hear another voice answer through the mic.

"They must have pinged her phone location hyung."

"I just destroyed the SIM card,” he groans out in frustration.

You turn around and see a black car right behind you. Your heartbeat picks up its pace immediately and your eyes widen. "Namjoon, they're right behind us,” you cry out, your eyes fixated on the car trailing right behind you.

"I'm on it. Don’t worry," he says and before you know it, you're in a chase with the car behind you. Namjoon quickly maneuvers his own vehicle into a small lane nearby and follows along an internal route. You manage to lose the car and catch your breath as you're back on the road.

"We lost them, right?" You ask nervously and Namjoon turns his head to look at you.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me you had your phone?” He says, instead of answering your question. “Do you even know how dangerous of a situation you're in right now? They probably would be still right behind us had I not found out about your phone,” he yells as you purse your lips together with a sniffle escaping your lips.

There’s an unspoken tension in the air surrounding you. If it was anyone else, you’d have yelled back but there’s something about him. An aura of dominance exudes from him that makes you nervous. You observe how his jaw clenches in anger, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. You notice his biceps flexing underneath his black turtleneck as he runs his hands through his jet-black hair.

Goddamn.

You gulp before you shake your thoughts off. The man yelled at you and you’re here drooling. Jeez, get a grip, Y/n.

"I'm here in your car and I don't even know you. I don't know where my friends and family are. I haven't eaten a morsel in the last four hours. I'm drunk and vulnerable and there are a bunch of men with guns after me. You think I'm having any fun here?" You scream back, almost in the same harsh tone, he’s been using since earlier.

For a second you see his gaze soften but you quickly look away and stare out the window, looking at the night sky instead. You aren’t one to take shit from others, especially from one of your dad’s minions and you want to make sure he knows that.

Being tired and hungry, you end up falling asleep.

~the next day~

You wake up to the feeling of sunlight hitting you. Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the brightness of the room, your head pounding from all the vodka shots. Last night’s events flood through your head and you grunt out in frustration. As you look down, you realize you’re wearing what seems to be a man’s t-shirt.

“Who changed my clothes now?” You whine as you get out of bed and make your way out. As you open the door, more sunlight hits you and you squint your eyes.

“The fuck? Is this Edward Cullen’s house or what?” You question as you follow the staircase and make your way downstairs. Your eyes immediately land on a man leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes glued to your legs as you walk in further.

“Morning,” he says, his voice sweet and soft. Your eyes land on the way his abs peek through his shirt when he stretches his hands up in the air. You roll your eyes and open the fridge to grab some water.

“Had a rough night I presume,” he speaks again, his tone a little raspier but no less soft. You have a few sips of water and put the bottle back in. The moment you close the fridge, the stranger stands right next to you. You almost yell out loud but his hands are quick to cover your mouth, his eyes staring directly into yours. You notice his lips curve up into a playful smile as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip.

You quickly push him off of you as you hear footsteps. Your eyes dart to the hallway, where Namjoon walks in wearing a pair of blue sweatpants. Only sweatpants. Your jaw drops at the sight of his hard muscular chest and curved abs on display, choking on your own spit. The biceps that you had been eying since you sat in the car with him were now visible to you pretty clearly. As the heat rushes to your cheeks, you notice the way his sweatpants hang low on his hips.

Namjoon looks up at you and the angelic stranger standing at your side, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Morning hyung,” he greets, his voice sounding chirpier than earlier. Namjoon just nods in response before walking away from the situation.

The man turns to you and sticks out his hands. “I’m Jimin. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/n, but I guess you already know that.”

Your eyes dart back to where Namjoon was standing just a few seconds ago and thoughts run through your head. “Hey, meeting in two” You hear a deep voice speak. Your head shoots up as your eyes land on the man in front of you, running his fingers through his long dark curls. You notice the way his eyes scan your body before landing on Jimin standing next to you. His brows knit in confusion as he signals Jimin to move with his eyes.

“Wait” you yell out as Jimin walks over to the dark-haired man. You quickly walk towards them.

“What meeting?” you question, your eyes squinting in confusion. The two men look at each other before the dark-haired man speaks up, “Namjoon hyung called for all 7 of us to assemble to discuss further plans”

“Can I come with?” you ask.

“Well, he told all 7 of us to gather so..” the man’s voice trails off. You roll your eyes at his response.

“Aren’t you all here for MY safety?” you say and Jimin shrugs before responding, “Fair enough. Come along.” As the three of you walk towards one of the rooms in the safe house, you look around admiring the simplicity of the house.

Jimin pushes open the door of a room and you see Namjoon talking to someone over the phone. The other guys seem to be engaged in conversation as you slowly sit down not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

“Why is she here?” Namjoon speaks, his voice coming off deeper than usual. You roll your eyes at his question before responding, “Because I wanted to” crossing your arms, staring down at him. You notice the way his jaw clenches at your snappy response.

“It's only fair we start by introducing ourselves right?” one of the men sitting next to you says. You notice the softer features on his face, his smile bright.

“Jung Hoseok at your service,” he says doing a little bow making you giggle at his actions.

“The name’s Seokjin,” The older one says and the others start chuckling at his introduction. Your eyes dart to namjoon and you notice how at ease he seems with the other guys. His eyes meet yours and a soft smile appears on his face. He fucking smiled. You feel your heart almost skip a beat at the sight of his dimples. You quickly look away and try to focus on the ongoing conversation instead.

“Lol boomer,” the seemingly younger man says giggling as Seokjin glares at him. You notice the way he plays with the ring near the right corner of his lip. “I’m Jungkook. Unlike Jin hyung, if you wanna hang out with the cool people hit me up.” you chuckle at his statement and you hear Hoseok whisper to you.

“You’re about to witness Jin hyung’s iconic rap yelling”

Sure enough, Jin does start yelling, dragging out his words as the younger man throws his head back, everyone laughing. You don’t recognize the smile on your face. It feels so natural to laugh around these people you’ve never even met before. Your mind takes you back to the dinner table at your house, back in Seoul where all you ever experienced was anger, sadness, and silence.

“I’m Taehyung. Nice to meet you” the deep voice of the dark-haired man brings you back to reality. You notice the smile playing on his lips, in complete contrast to his deep, manly voice.

“That’s Yoongi hyung” Hoseok says pointing to one of the men with long black hair, sleeping peacefully.

“Someone willing to volunteer as tribute?” Jimin asks as your brows furrow in confusion.

“I vote for Jimin,” Jungkook says and the others nod in approval. “Why me?” Jimin rolls his eyes before tugging at Yoongi’s hand and yelling into his ears ‘wake up’.

“Fucking hell. Can’t sleep peacefully for one second in this goddamn household full of lunatics.” Yoongi complains as his eyes barely open, still adjusting to the bright lighting of the room.

“Stop complaining cat man,” Jimin says laughing at Yoongi’s half-awake state.

“Now that we’re done with introductions can we get into the important stuff” Namjoon speaks, his dominant leader mode taking control, the softer side completely dissolving into the atmosphere.

He opens up his phone and slides it over to you. You see a tanned man with a scruffy-looking beard. “Do you recognize him?” Namjoon asks and you shake your head.

“As per our intel, he is the one who fired the shots at the club.” You look down again taking a closer look at the man. “I’ve never seen him,” you say shaking your head and Namjoon sighs in response.

“As much as we are here in a safe house, we must be on alert at all times. Never underestimate the enemy” he says and everyone nods in response.

“We also have only three bedrooms and before you all fight to death over being roomies, Jin hyung and I came up with a list of the least chaotic combinations. Jin hyung and Jimin will be in one room. Hobi and Tae can sleep in the living room. Yoongi and Kook will be in one room.”

“Wait where are you and I sleeping?” you ask and the realization hits you that you’re fucked.

You're gonna be sharing a room with Namjoon.

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Special thanks to @gukkie01 for proposing this idea. Love you ♡.

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kookiesandcreams · 1 year

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HOMEWORK AND HUMPING

Pairing: oc × reader

Warnings: pwp, explicit content, titty play, dry humping, riding? cunnilingus, oral (fem reviewing), good ol' missionary, aftercare.

Wc: 700+

You never expected yourself in such pathetic condition. Is this how homework sessions should be? You dry humping your homework partner on his single bed?

His sweaty hands found purchase on your wide hips as you kept rotating them over his hardening dick. The skirt you wore allowed your slick to make a wet spot over the front of his grey sweats.

It isnt until, he aggressively yanks at your top resulting in your buttons coming out. Soon the cups of your bra are pulled down, revealing your perky breast to his hungry eyes. Without wasting a moment his hands are all over your boobs, massaging and squeezing the life outta them.

Your soft, petite moans fueled his animalistic desire, while your hips continued gyrating over his hard on, faster than ever. Your supple flesh jiggling with his hard thrust making you a moaning mess.

You could feel him throb in his pants, it drived you over the edge. Your pretty long nails dug crescent on his smooth skin, leaving marks of their risky.

No sooner, he manhandled you under him. Looking at her innocent face made him wanna ruin you. Shower you in his hot cum and lick it off your body.

"Do you want this?" He grunted pulling his dick out.

You nodded.

"Are you sure?"

This time you reached for his cock and tried to stroke him. His warm, big dick is contrary to your cold, tiny hands. At first you are fascinated and tries to trace the viens on his dick, iliciting low moans from him. You'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't make you leak like a faucet down there.

He lifts the plaits of your skirt to pull her panties, revealing your wet pussy. He bends down and spits a fat globe over it only to bend further and lick it off. Spreading your labia later, he delves in your pussy, hungrily sucking on your clit and licking a strip down to your hole.

Moments pass by when he realizes about the situation he got. Quickly, he gathers your slick and pushes one of his finger in you. You bite your lip to hide the moans but it's more like an Olympic sport for you now.

In no time he adds one more finger. Two of his digits softly rub at the walls of your vagina making you gush more slick hardening him even more, as if it was possible. With a final push of his finger he pulls them out and strokes his dick with the same hand. Your wetness acts as a lubricant.

Aligning his member at your entrance he asks you for consent. You are too impatient. "Just do it!" So he slowly pushes forward, your warm, tight walls hugging his member blissfully. He savors the warmth and the tight grip.

"I'm ready when you are."

"Just move," you couldn't wait to feel him move and rearrange your insides. But instead of setting a fast pace he initially sets a slow rhythm, gently rocking his hips .

Gradually increasing the pace, he makes your eyes roll to the backnof your head. Your teeth find purchase between your lips as you ball your fists with sheets in them. The pleasure is overwhelming as he hits all the right spots in you.

"Are you having a good time, baby?" He says between his grunts.

You just do a poor job of muttering a yes. He smirks before diving in your neck, sucking and licking at a particular spot under your ear which he knows, would completely drive you crazy.

He feels blessed when he sees your cute breath jiggle with every thrust. If anything it gets him closer. "Are you close, babygirl?"

You nod again.

"Do you wanna cum together?"

"Yes,"

He increases his pace and furiously starts rubbing at your clit. You whimper and wither under him, like a delicate flower. With one final thrust he releases his hot load in you, making you cum and reach your nirvana.

He lies there, on top of your for a moment before getting up and going to the bathroom.

"I'm preparing bath for you. Let's shower together."

You smile to yourself knowing you made a right choice trusting him.

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adabisworld · 2 years

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Stars To My Moon|CHAPTER-4|

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!

Pairing:ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life, or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

Word count: 8.5k

I feel a weight on my hand as I try to move it. I try to open my eyes, blinking away the haziness, trying to recall where I am. As the vision becomes clear, I see my mother hovering above me, looking down with worried eyes.

"What happened?" I ask her, not knowing the reason behind her worry.

"You fainted, baby. We're at the hospital. I nearly got a heart attack. Don't ever scare me like that again." She tells me as I start to remember our walk to the Han River, Eric, and my headache.

"The doctor said he has something to ask you. I'll call him," She says and disappears behind the door.

I stare into space, mind blank. All I could feel was this motherfucking headache that won't leave me the fuck alone. Why wasn't it going down? I sigh.

The door opens once again, catching my attention. My mother comes with a doctor and a nurse inside.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Choi. I have some questions to ask you." The doctor speaks; he was tall and seemed young; he was probably around thirty. He motions to the nurse to check what probably were my vitals.

"How long have you been experiencing the headache and fever?"

I glance at my mother first before answering, "um, since Friday. It's just been what five days? A cold takes around a week to be gone. But the headache and fever aren't subsiding but increasing gradually."

I hear my mother take a sharp breath, hearing my answer. I know I shouldn't have lied to her, but I honestly believed it would get better eventually.

"Do you also feel fatigued and sore?" The doctor asks, writing down something on his board.

"Yes," I say, nodding my head.

"Is there any particular area that feels sore, Miss Garcia?" I nod in response.

"Yes, the area around my shoulder blades has been feeling sore for about a week now."

"Alright, let me take a look." he moves behind me, and I move my clothes.

He checks it and comes back around to the foot of the bed again.

"So? what is it, doctor?" my mother asks.

"Miss Garcia, I suspect you have made contact with your soulmate already, have you?" he asks, making my eyes go wide; I shake my head,

"No, doctor. I would have known if I did, right?"

"I believe you have. It's not necessary that the feeling is noticeable to everyone. It could have been subtle for you that you never thought of it as anything."

"As you have made contact with your soulmate and didn't notice, you have started to experience soul-sickness; you have all the symptoms of it."

Just as I was digesting his previous words about accidentally having touched my soulmate, He dropped another bomb on me.

Soul sickness is a part of the soulmate phenomenon. It is believed that it was there so the soulmates won't try to go against the universe. After contacting your soulmate, you have fifteen days to settle with the news and accept them. After fifteen days, the universe forces you to make a connection with your soulmate again by making you both sick. The sickness can only be cured by the presence and touch of one's soulmate. Not only that but, till you seal the bond with a kiss, the soulmates are needed to stay together to avoid falling sick again. Once the bond is sealed, there is no more sickness because of the distance. And if one's soulmate rejects them, the soul will slowly start to deteriorate, resulting in the death of the rejected soulmate and immense pain to the one renouncing them.

In my case, if I have soul sickness, that must mean I encountered my soulmate when I got here or, It could be someone on the plane, but I don't think I had much contact with anyone directly on the flight. The only direct contact I had that day was with the security and staff of the airport and that guy that bumped into me.

Now that I think about it thoroughly, I did feel a zap of electricity running through me when he touched my forehead. My eyes widen as I rub the said area.

That guy is my supposed soulmate. A soulmate I didn't want anything to do with, not right now, not when my heart is hurting so much. I look up at my mother as I know what I'm about to say will make her upset and maybe even angry.

"Is there a way to cure the sickness without the soulmate?" I watch as my mother takes a deep breath at my question.

The doctor shakes his head. " I'm afraid not. Only the presence and touch of your soulmate may heal you, but till you find your soulmate or they find you, the hospital will take care of you and try to keep the situation under control."

"Alright, thank you, doctor." My mother speaks before I have time to ask him anything further.

The doctor and nurse leave the room as the door closes behind them. My mother comes near me again, giving me a flick on the back of my head.

"Selene Garcia, you will not reject your soulmate. You know very well what happens when someone is rejected by their soulmate! Not only them, but you will also be suffering. Whereas theirs will end, and you'll have to live forever with yours."

I hang my head; I know the loss of her soulmate still troubles her to this day.

"Give them a chance, Sel. Maybe they'll be better than eric?" her words make my head snap up,

" No one can be as good as Eric mama, and I'm not willing to give anyone eric's place. it's still too early." I say, looking into her eyes, which fill with sympathy as my words reach her ears.

"I know dear, I know, but that place was never eric's, to begin with, it was always your soulmates," she says, making my heart tear a little more.

Grabbing my blanket, I lay back down under the cover, my back facing her. Every time I got angry or upset with my mother, I would show her my back, but I'm not just upset now; I'm hurt, hurt that my own mother will discard my feelings for eric this quick.

Sleep doesn't come to me till late in the silent room; I lay there crying my tears away. I knew she was up and listening, but I didn't care. She should know how hard her words tore through my heart.

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It's been two days since I fainted. Today is Thursday, and I'm still at the hospital. My mother tried asking me questions about my "soulmate" so she could find him, but I didn't have anything that would point to his identity. He was wearing a mask, and it wasn't really a moment to ask each other for names.

The headache and fever have been getting worse; even though the doctor is doing everything in his control to keep it low, it's not exactly in his hands. It has come to the point where I sleep my fever away most of the day. I'm only awake for four hours a day, in installments.

Right now is the third one of those four hours. I just ate and took my medicine, my mother who; has been by my side 24/7 except for going back to the apartment to get fresh; is right now in the washroom.

The door opens, snagging my attention; I look towards it. My doctor Mr. Choi with two other people steps into the room. Both the other men look to be in their late thirties. I look toward Mr. Choi with a confused expression.

"Miss Garcia, How are you feeling?" he asks, disregarding my confused expressions.

"Worse!" I answer simply in all truth cause what's the point?

"Well, I have something that might help you feel better," hearing his words, my eyebrows rise. "You see, these gentlemen called asking if we have a soul-sickened patient here named Selene. Of course, we couldn't disclose the information right away, so we asked them to describe you, and they did; pretty accurately on top of that. Then we asked them the reason for asking, to which in return they said that they work for your soulmate and he has been trying to find you for the past two and a half weeks. All the details matched, so we asked them to come."

At this point, I completely tuned out of the conversation Mr. Choi was trying to have with me. Contrary to his belief, his words did little to make me feel better but made my headache even worse. I didn't want to meet my soulmate , not like this. Once again the fate had cursed me. Why did I have to come here out of all the countries in the world? The country: where my soulmate lives.

I hang my head low as tears start to gather in my eyes. But a voice made me look up. It wasn't as much as the voice but the words being spoken.

"Thank you so much for the offer; of course, she will go with you." I look into my mother's eyes which were pleading me not to refuse.

"Go where?" I ask despite her silent pleas.

"To your soulmate, of course. You both are sick, and only proximity and touch can get you both back to health. So, I'm afraid you'll have to spend a week at your soulmate's dorm."

His words raise so many questions in my head but being a feminist, the first one to spill out of my mouth was,

"well, why can't he stay at my place if he needs me around?" I ask, crossing my hands.

The slightly taller man chuckles as he says, "I suppose you don't know who he is?"

I shake my head as I answer, " who he is doesn't matter."

"It does, Miss Garcia." he contradicts " his state right now is bad, worse than you might I add. and he is the member of the biggest boyband in the world. If he moves into a girl's apartment: headlines will be made, and he wants to keep his private life private."

"Well, wouldn't headlines be made if a girl spends a week in his dorm with his members?"

"No, we will sneak you in from the back door, and the dorm is highly secured."

I sigh, " why can't he just get admitted to the hospital here?"

"This situation is something that can be handled at home, and he doesn't want his fans to worry if they catch news of him being hospitalized."

"Who even is this guy?" I scoff, throwing my hands out.

"The eldest member of BTS, Jin," he says.

Did..Did he just say BTS?

"What!!?!" My mouth hangs open.

He chuckles, seeing my reaction, "are you a fan?" he asks.

composing myself, I reply with a curt no. "I've just heard of them."

"Okay. Well, if everything is clear, I would like to suggest you pack; my partner here will stay here for your assistance and will bring you to the dorm when you're done." saying that he bows down and takes his leave.

As soon as he disappears behind the door, I turn to my mother, "I won't go!" I say in my mother tongue, hoping the other person in the room can't understand me.

"Yes!, you will," she says, marching towards me.

Standing in front of me, she says, " Sel, baby. I know it's too early for you but, we both know the consequences your decision will lead to."

"Let it be, Mama. I won't budge." I say sternly.

"But I'm not ready to lose you too, Sel. You're all I've left. Please, if not for yourself, do it for me. Get healthy. It's just for a week; then we'll see what to do after that." My mother pleads, tears threatening to come out of her eyes.

"Okay. Okay." I say; softly as I hug her waist. I could never think of my mother being left alone. I'll do it for her if I have to. And she's right; it's only for a week.

She steps back, brushing my hair away from my face and wiping my eyes; she says, "Well, then I'll go pack a bag for you." She kisses my forehead and moves towards the door.

Before completely vanishing behind the door, she says, "I love you, Mi Hija. Thank you." not giving me a chance to reciprocate her words; she steps forward and closes the door behind her.

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"Hyung, I know you're worried about her, I'm too, but Sejin Hyung said they're doing everything to find her. We need to focus on you right now," Jimin says, changing the wet cloth on Jin's forehead.

He knows his Jinnie Hyung is more worried about their soul mate, despite being bedridden himself. He has always been like this, loving and caring for others. His Jinnie-Hyung wears his heart out on his sleeve. All he has been asking since Monday was the well-being of Selene.

When they woke up on Monday, their Hyung-nim was not up and about making breakfast for his Dongsaengs; they thought he was sleeping in that day; he was pretty upset when he went to bed, but when Hoseok went to call him for lunch, there he was, still in bed with a high fever, shivering. Everyone was worried; they called their manager to bring a doctor in. When the doctor explained that Jin was down with soul-sickness, at that time, every hand was on deck; all bets were off to find Selene. Finding her was the biggest priority right now.

"I don't want her to go through this Jimin-ah. She's our soulmate; we need to protect her." His Hyung-nim replies.

"And we will, once we find her. We cannot do anything right now. Let's just pray we'll find her soon." Jimin retorts. It's not like Jimin doesn't care about his soulmate; it's just he knows he can't do anything about it until they've found her, but at least he can take care of his Hyung, and that's exactly, what he's doing.

"Can you tell me about your encounter with her in brief, Hyung?" He says, wanting to distract his Hyung.

And so Jin does.

Jimin notices how talking about her makes his Hyung's eyes shine brightly. He knows there are many cases in the world where a woman was the soulmate of several men. But he didn't know how they both could handle this situation. He always imagined his life with his soulmate, but it never included anyone else other than those two. He wasn't close-minded, but how would he keep his jealousy at bay seeing his soulmate in his Hyung's arms, and how would Jin? His members were important to him. He wouldn't want his relationship with his Hyung to crumble beneath the pressure of having the same soulmate.

He shakes his head to get out of his thought; it wasn't the time to think all that. He changes the cloth on his forehead again and says,

"Stay in bed, Hyung. I'll see if the lunch is ready. Don't try to be a hero." Sternly getting his point across, Jimin gets up from the bed, leaving the cloth on his forehead as it is.

He goes towards the kitchen where Yoongi and the Maknae were making lunch and soup for Jin. Everyone was doing their part in caring for their Hyung. Tae went to the company with Hoseok to take care of some stuff. And Namjoon has been on calls all day trying to get some work done, whatever the reason they couldn't fall too much behind their schedule.

"Jungkookie, is the soup ready?" Jimin asks the Maknae, Who was hell-bent on making the soup for his Hyung, even though Yoongi said he'll take care of it.

"It'll be ready in a minute, Hyung. You should take some rest; I'll feed it to Jinnie-Hyung." Everybody knows how close those two were; Jin practically raised him.

"Okay, just call me if you need any help," Jimin says as he goes to sit beside Namjoon, who was reading a book, no doubt trying to calm himself down from all this stress.

"Jimin-ah! Call Taehyung-ah and ask him if they'll be coming home for lunch?" Yoongi says, and Jimin does as he's told.

"Taehyungie, will you and Hoseokie-Hyung be coming home for lunch? Yoongi-Hyung is making Japchae."

"I don't think so, but we'll be there before dinner, Jimin-ah." Taehyung answers before asking, "How's Hyung now?"

"As he was before, you know there will be no improvement till we find her," Jimin sighs.

"And how are you, Jiminie?" Taehyung asks in his soft voice. He knows it must be stressing Jimin out as well.

"We'll talk about it when Jinnie-Hyung is all good; Take care. Fighting!" brushing the subject, Jimin cuts the call.

"They won't be here for lunch, Hyung," Jimin informs Suga, who acknowledges the information with a nod.

"After feeding Hyung, eat lunch yourself, Jungkook-ah. I'll sit with Hyung," Yoongi tells the Maknae. Jungkook opens his mouth to retaliate, but one look from Hyung has him think otherwise.

"You need to take care of yourself too." saying this Yoongi goes back to his cooking, and Jungkook goes to Jin Hyung with the soup.

A sudden ring startles Jimin from the conversation between the two members.

He sees Namjoon pick up the call. Whatever is said on the other line has his eyes wide before his face breaks into a smile: a sign of good news.

"Thank you, Hyung-nim. Yes, it's perfectly fine. We understand." Saying this, Namjoon cuts the call and turns to a fidgeting Jimin.

Before he could say anything, Jimin asks, "who was it, Hyung?"

"Sejin Hyung. He found her. She was in the hospital not far from here." The conversation attracts Suga from the kitchen, who is now standing near the couch.

Hearing the news, Jimin jumps out of his seat and onto Namjoon. At last, they found her. A swamp of thoughts was running in his mind: setting them aside: he asks the question that was bugging him.

"So, what now? How's this gonna go?" Jimin gets off Namjoon. Suga comes behind him to give him a pat of comfort on his back.

"He said since he couldn't manage an apartment in this complex, she'll be staying with us for a week. Till Jinnie-Hyung and her are back to health, I hope it's not a problem: I said yes on your guys' behalf. I know I should have asked, but it's Jin-Hyung." Namjoon says, pointing his last words towards Yoongi.

"It's alright. We wouldn't have refused." Yoongi says, assuring Namjoon.

"When is she coming?" Jimin asks; he doesn't know how he feels yet. Nervous: to meet his soulmate for the first time or excited. It's probably a mix of both. Jin Hyung has seen her, but he hadn't had that luck. He looks down at his mark; It was his new favorite thing to admire nowadays.

"By dinner. Hyung called me when he was still on his way to the hospital. Hopefully, there won't be any complications." Namjoon says, leaving Jimin confused, though he brushes it off as nothing. Thinking about his soulmate and the fact that he'll finally be able to return the shiny necklace he has been safekeeping for her.

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As soon as the car stopped, Taehyung was running out of the car and towards the apartment. He couldn't wait to hug Jimin. He finally could be with his soulmate, and Taehyung couldn't be any happier for him. He hadn't lost his hope of finding his own soulmate: and seeing his members find theirs only gave fuel to his hope.

Punching in the password, Taehyung steps into the apartment, calling out for Jimin. As soon as the latter was in his sight, he jumped onto him. Both of them giggled with happiness.

When Taehyung got the news that they'd found Selene, it took everything in him; to not go home to his Jiminie.

They let go as Hobi comes into view, coming to give a hug to Jimin as well, jumping around.

Yoongi comes into the living room, telling the members to keep it down.

"Shushhhh! Jin-Hyung is sleeping."

"He must have been ecstatic to hear the news," Taehyung says excitedly. He knows both his members haven't really had the chance to talk about the situation since things escalated quickly, but he has faith that everything will be okay.

"He was; he can't wait to meet her again," Yoongi replies with his gummy smile.

"where's kookie and Namjoonie-Hyung?" Hoseok asks, making Taehyung realize the absence of the two members.

"Oh, kookie is with Jin-Hyung, and Namjoon-Hyung is in his room, probably working," It's Jimin that replies this time. "I was with kookie too before I heard Taehyungie."

"Well, I was just preparing dinner. Freshen up, you both. Selene should be on the way." Yoongi tells the members and goes along his way to the kitchen.

Hobi and Taehyung also go to freshen up, and Jimin sticks along to his friend.

Yoongi finishes preparing porridge for two, as the members all come out of their rooms, except Jin.

Everyone gathers in the living room, chatting while waiting for Selene's arrival. Since there wasn't any room empty: Yoongi offers his room for Selene, arguing he'll be in the studio, mostly anyway. As Jimin proceeds to protest, the sound of the doorbell interrupts him. Freezing him in his place, his nerves spiking up. Taehyung notices this and covers his hand with his own, giving him an assuring look, trying to calm him down.

He knows; how his friend could be. Jimin has battled with insecurities all his life, and even though he has become more confident in himself, he still sometimes gets sucked in by his insecurities. And it's the matter of his soulmate, of course, he'll be nervous as to if she'll like him.

Hobi goes to open the door, the others peeking out. They didn't want her to feel crowded as soon as she came.

Taehyung watches as Hoseok comes back into the living room, leading Manager Sejin and a girl; who must be their soulmate. With soft brown hair leading down to her back and amber eyes, the 5'5 girl with her slightly tanned skin looked nothing less than a celebrity herself, but as he looked closer, he could see the bags under her eyes and her tired state.

"Guys, this is Miss Selene Garcia." Sejin introduces her to the group. Taehyung moves his eyes from Selene to his friend to see his reaction who was watching Selene as if she had just stepped out of a dream. He smiles softly; finally, his Jimine has found his missing piece. He remembers; all the times they used to talk about their soulmates and what they thought they would be like.

"And Miss Garcia, this is BTS," catching the cue, all the boys started to introduce themselves.

"Hi, I'm Kim Namjoon"

"Hello! I'm Jung Hoseok!"

"Hi, I'm Min Yoongi."

"Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook."

"Hello, My name is Kim Taehyung."

They look over at Jimin, expecting him to introduce himself but instead see him frozen in his place. Taehyung elbows him in the stomach, breaking the daze Jimin was in.

"Oh, um. Hi, I'm Jimin." he lastly says with a: small wave. Making the others chuckle.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to it." Sejin says before looking over at Namjoon, "Namjoon, can I talk to you for a second?"

They both disappear from the room as silence settles over it.

Taehyung gets up, "You must be tired, please, sit down."

But seeing confusion settling on her face, he realizes she doesn't speak their language; he asks again, "um, Please, Sit down."

She nods and sits down at the place, Taehyung vacated for her, leaving enough distance between her and Jimin.

She speaks, "where is um, Jin?"

"Oh, Jinnie-Hyung is sleeping. sleep, sleep." Hobi answers her enacting the sleep action.

Namjoon comes into the room, "Guys, She doesn't know she has two soulmates." he says, eyeing the said member worryingly.

"Well, we should tell her then," Taehyung says. He couldn't see his friend feel down.

Namjoon agrees. "Selene, um, what do you know about your soulmate?"

Taehyung watches as Selene makes a weird face at his question before opening her mouth, "Why?" she asks.

"Well, we just thought we'll fill you in if there's something you're missing," Namjoon says, rubbing his neck.

"Nothing, except his name and that he's famous." She answers in a bored tone, making the members frown.

"Um, did you know when you connected with him?"

"It was at the airport, I believe." Selene's monotonous tone was getting to the members, but they brushed it off: thinking it was because of the sickness.

"yes, and um, you also connected to someone at the market in Busan."

"What?" Selene says quietly, now a frown taking place instead of the bored expressions on her face.

"yes, you have not one but two soulmates," Namjoon informs her, eyes on her face trying to interpret her reaction. He saw confusion, grief, and finally, anger settles across her face. Namjoon was no stranger to her story, so he knew what those expressions meant. However, the other members were in the dark.

"How would you know that?" she asks in a cold voice.

"Because your other soulmate belongs to this group as well," Namjoon replies.

"Who?" Namjoon looks over at Jimin, motioning him to take over.

"Ahem! Me," Jimin says meekly, raising his hand a little.

Selene turns to him, asking to see his mark, Which Jimin gladly does.

Taehyung notices as her expression turn to sorrow and then blank instead of surprised or happiness. She turns toward the group saying,

"Can I see Jin; I need to go rest, but before I do that: I should probably feed the bond by touch a little, so we both can be better soon."

Namjoon nods, telling kookie to take Selene to Jin.

As they both leave the room, Taehyung says with a puff,

"She wasn't the least bit happy to find her soulmates,"

"Give her time, Taehyung-ah; She just found out she has not one but two soulmates. She'll adjust." Jimin tells his friend. He knows Taehyung is worried for him.

Meanwhile, Yoongi's attention was taken by Namjoon. He has been watching the younger, struggling with his thoughts for a while now. He knows there is something he was hiding, but he lets it go. Namjoon will tell it himself when he's ready.

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Every cell in my brain: is telling me to leave this place, but I know I can't, not unless I and Jin are all better.

The part about having two soulmates hasn't even been processed in my brain, and I know, the way I just acted in the living room when he informed me about being my soulmate was wrong. I shouldn't have been this cold towards him, but I couldn't handle it.

How could I have two soulmates and neither of them being the one I want? The anger I felt when I saw his mark nearly had me up from my chair and out the door. I know it isn't his fault that he's my soulmate, it's the universe I am mad at, but I can't open my heart to them when the place is already occupied.

As soon as I step into Jin's room with, I forgot what his name was: holding the door open for me, my eyes settle on a sleeping form. I thank the gods that he's sleeping. It'll be a hundred times easier for me if he's asleep during this. With a relieved sigh, I walk toward him and sit on his bed. Close but not close enough to be touching him in any way.

My dream of doing this quietly: shatters because as soon as my hand touches his, his eyes are open, watching me like a hawk: there were no traces of the sleep he was just in. We look into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity. I wanted to move my eyes away, but it's like I suddenly have lost control of my body.

He looks into my eyes as if searching for water in a scorching desert, drinking me in, looking into the depth of my soul. I feel his hand that I was touching: turn and intertwine with mine. No words are spoken; it's as if our eyes are talking in their own language.

I can see the bags under his eyes, which no doubt match mine. My other hand, without order or hesitation, touches his forehead to check his temperature. As I said, I have lost all control over my body. It's as if the past, the future, the world nothing matters right now. Nothing except us both: that is until a voice breaks us from our trance, reminding me that there indeed is a world beyond us, a past and right now, another presence in the room.

I snatch my hands back to myself and get up from the bed, looking towards the said person, I ask,

"May I know where I'll be staying at? I need to get some rest."

The muscular guy tilts his head, confused; as to what I just said. He then goes out of the room running. I look down at Jin, who smiles softly at me. But it vanishes when he sees I'm not smiling back, and instead, a frown takes its place. No wonder trying to figure out what went wrong. And I'll tell you what did: Breaking out of the trance reminded me that my heart is too fragile right now; it reminded me that I'm not ready to accept my fate yet: it reminded me of Eric. It reminded me that they are the reason he isn't with me right now.

The sound of footsteps makes me move my eyes from his and towards the door. The muscular guy comes back with another man who I suspect is the only one who speaks fluent English here. At least I won't have to converse with my soulmate- SOULMATES! I remind myself it's two now.

The man speaks, "Yes? Did you want anything? Sorry, Kookie here, and the others can't speak much English. You can ask me for anything you want,"

Weird! even when I'm meeting this man for the first time, his voice seems like I've heard it before. Thinking it was somewhere online or on the radio since these guys are famous singers, I brush it off.

"It's okay; I was just asking where I'll be staying. I need some rest." I reply.

"Yeah, of course. I'll show it to you, come." He beckons me and says to the guy who; I now know as Kookie to bring my bag from the living room. Cute name though.

He takes me to a room adjacent to Jin's for proximity, I suppose. I step into the room with him. I take a look across the room as Kookie comes in with my bag. Putting the bag: on the bed, he leaves the room, and I turn to the other guy.

"Sorry, what was your name again?" I ask.

"Um, Namjoon. You can call me RM if you'd like," He replies. Even this guy's name rings a bell, but I can't pinpoint from where. This is so frustrating: with a huff, I let it go.

"So, RM. Where is the washroom? Can I freshen up?" I ask: it's been a minute, and I really need to have a shower.

He shows me to the washroom and leaves. This guy has been acting weird around me more than my actual soulmates, the glances, the fidgeting, and all the neck rubs: he thinks I don't notice, but I do. I've always been observant of my surroundings.

I freshen up and change into some comfortable clothes, a pair of shorts that reach my mid-thigh and a black t-shirt, and go into my room to have some rest but instead find Jimin, my other soulmate: inside.

Seeing his face has my mood turned dejected again, I raise my eyebrow towards him to ask: the reason behind his presence, but he doesn't notice; instead, his eyes are glued to my face as I dry my hair with the towel. I walk further into the room, discarding the towel to the bed. I wave my hand in front of his face, breaking him out of his daze. He blinks a couple of times,

"Yes?" I ask.

"Oh, um, D-Dinner? Suga-Hyung, calling you to dinner," he asks, stuttering.

"Okay, I'm coming," I say, sending him on his way out the door.

I quickly dry my hair with the hairdryer and step out and go towards the kitchen.

I see: Jin is also out from his bed and settled on the barstool. I take a seat near him, and soon enough, the other members come in, and all the seats are filled.

"hi," comes a voice from beside me: I turn my head towards Jin,

"hi," I reply with no emotion in my voice. Which, unlike Jimin, doesn't faze him.

"My name is Kim Soekjin: you can call me Jin," he says; his English is better than the others. Except for RM, of course.

, I've been doing just that, Jin," I reply with the same monotonous tone. I thought I wouldn't have to converse with them, but when has God listened to me?

Our bowls: are placed in front of us, and I see the dish I really don't like; is made for dinner.

"I don't like porridge," I say hoping I don't sound rude, with my voice, all the chatter across the table; is seized.

"But you're sick: you have to eat healthily," Says RM.

"It's alright, I'll make something else for myself," I say, standing up from my chair, but a hand on my wrist stops me: I look towards the owner of the hand and find Jimin sitting on my other side.

"No," he says, simply looking into my eyes. I snatch my wrist out of his grip, ready to give him a piece of mind when he suddenly stands up and says,

"Allow me," he makes a gesture of bowing before settling me back on my seat.

I watch as he goes behind the counter and asks RM to ask me if I like chicken soup; I guess they don't know that I can understand Korean a little, and I'll gladly play along.

"He's asking if you can eat chicken soup," RM asks, and I nod: looking at Jimin.

I thought he was going to make me eat the porridge forcefully, but instead, here he is, being a gentleman and making soup for me, abandoning his own dinner. Seeing him like this, I wonder if they have the same expectations of me. I'd hate to break it to them, but I'm out of here in a week. I don't want them in my life right now.

I turn towards Jin, who is quietly eating his dinner, bowing his head down. No traces of the earlier shine in his eyes.

"How are you out of bed so early, Jin? You looked pretty worn out before." hearing his name: he realizes I'm talking to him and looks towards RM for translation. After understanding my question, he turns to me,

"You came. I feel good after your touch." In any other context, this line would have been taken as an innuendo: but I get what he means; After feeding the bond: he feels a little better because I do too. I'm sure my fever has gone down quite a bit.

I nod and turn towards Jimin again before I hear him asking,

"How you feel?"

Without looking back at him, I reply, "Better." keeping my answer short and my voice monotone intentionally so he would take the hint and stop bothering me, Which he does but I don't miss the saddening look on his face from my peripheral view.

I assess Jimin. His soft features, blue hair, and petite figure. He couldn't be any farther from my taste in men. Eric was tall: around 5'10, a five o'clock shadow on his strikingly handsome face and brown hair. A complete opposite of my soulmate. Neither of them has a beard, though Jin is tall. If looked at individually, you'd think he's the tallest out of them all, but he isn't. He just carries himself as if he is.

My eyes wandering on Jimin comes to rest on his face; the admiring view in his eyes makes me confused as I look towards the chicken he's throwing his gaze at; Why would he look at the chicken admiringly? But my question is answered the next second I catch the mark on his hand glowing, making the knot in my stomach tighten.

I revert my eyes from his hand and to the several faces on the table. Years of waiting to see that glowing mark on Eric's finger, and I see it on someone else's. How did the universe even think that the people totally opposite from my taste; will be the most compatible soulmates for me?

I drag my eyes along each face trying to learn their faces and listening to the names they're calling each other. But I stop when I catch one brown pair of eyes looking straight back at me, observing me. He returns his gaze to his dinner, the take-out their manager brought along when we came, I move my eyes to the rest of the group to see if anybody else caught that, and sure enough, the quiet, grey-haired man was eyeing both RM and me.

The bowl of soup is served: in front of me. The warm aroma of the soup stole my attention from the man and towards itself. Jimin served the soup with some bread: I look at him as he sits back on his chair,

"Eat; before cold," he tells me, enacting the motion, nodding towards the soup. He smiles softly at me, showing his crescent moon eyes.

I nod with a blank face, muttering a thank you. I turn towards my dinner, taking a sip of the soup as I savor the amazing taste on my tongue. I know he is waiting for my reaction, but I don't show it. I don't want to lead them on when I obviously don't share their sentiment.

The rest of the dinner was uneventful for me, and the guys were also trying to keep it down because of my and Jin's health, I suppose.

After dinner, I get up to rinse my dishes, but just as I start to do so: a voice comes from behind me,

"Don't." I look back at the man interrupting me: it's the guy from before who was eyeing me and RM, his name is Yoongi, I think.

I open my mouth to protest, but he beats me to it.

"We have a dishwasher," he informs me. I nod, leaving the dishes and moving out of the kitchen. I see all the guys except Jin in the living room: he must have gone back to rest some more. Even though there's an improvement, we aren't back to our full health yet.

I hear my name: being called just when I turn around, trying to escape without being noticed but guess not today. I sigh as I turn back around,

"yes?"

"How are you feeling?" Jimin asks,

"Tired, and I have a headache. I'll be going back to my room now." He nods,

"Okay, sleep well. Goodnight," he says, smiling assuringly, but his eyes betray him by showing the disappointment he's feeling.

I walk towards my bedroom. I turn the handle but the coughing sound coming from Jin's room makes me think twice. I know I can help him. When his manager said his state was direr than mine, I didn't think it was true but when I looked at him: this evening, I knew it was.

With a heavy sigh, I turn the doorknob, ignoring Jin, and walk into my room. With my favorite pillow and Jin's sound of coughing, I get ready for the slumber to pull me in.

But when, even after midnight, his coughing doesn't get better, I decided even if I don't want him as my soulmate, relieving him of his misery would be the right thing to do as a human.

Quietly, I get out of my room and towards Jin's. The door creaks, and I just hope no one wakes up: especially him.

I shut the door and move to sit beside him on the bed, and just like in the evening: I put my hand on his own, and I put my other hand on his forehead, caressing it. His coughing fit ceased as soon as I come into contact with him. I look at his ring finger, the glowing star that resembles the one on the necklace Eric gave to me. We always wondered how our marks would look alike. I chuckle: how ironic.

"What is so funny?" Jin's voice comes, startling me. I immediately try to back up, jerking my hands back, but he grasps it, not letting go.

I look at him wide-eyed, "no-nothing!" I stutter. He chuckles.

"Thank-you, for coming," he says. His eyes: searching my own.

"You were disturbing my sleep," I shrug, playing it cool. "And since you're all good now, I should go back to my room." He nods and loses his grip on my hand, which I take as a positive sign.

"Goodnight," he speaks out, grinning. I nod as I head back to my room.

So much for avoiding them.

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The next morning I wake up to hands caressing my hair, thick fingers playing with my strands. I open my eyes to see to whom those fingers belong; a soft angelic face greets me back. At this moment: he looked like a fallen angel. I smile and close my eyes back; the feeling of his hand playing with my hair was so comforting and calming; like the crashing of waves in the ocean, the warmth of the sun hitting my face, like a warm cup of coffee after a long day of work, lulling me back to sleep.

"How you sleep?" he asks, his voice as if dripping with honey.

"Good," I reply, nuzzling more into the pillow, enjoying this moment of calm and peace.

"Hm, Now wake up. I brought breakfast." Jimin says. His hand, moved from my hair to caress my cheek, his thumb gently dancing across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His other hand was holding onto my left hand under my chin, our fingers intertwined.

"Noooo..." I whine, wanting to sleep for a few more minutes: to relish this moment in my memory.

"Yesss..." he says, mimicking my whiny voice. His hand moves to my forehead; before he continues, "your fever is gone now; that's good. Jin-Hyung is also feeling good."

I open my eyes, staring into his own; I don't fully understand what he's saying but, it's about mine and Jin's health: I suppose. My eyes move across his soft features before settling on his plump lips, which are molded into a gentle smile.

"that's good," I say as his hands have come to rest on my cheek once again.

"Jimin-ah? you in there?" a voice comes from outside the door and as if a spell was lifted off me, I came back to my senses: my eyes wide.

Snatching my hand back from his grasp, I sit up and maneuvered around him to get out of bed, straightening my clothes and hair, as he replied to Namjoon,

"What?" Jimin was now standing beside the bed facing the door.

"Sejin-Hyung was calling us in for practice for the muster." I open the door as soon as his sentence is completed. He moves back a little,

"Good morning, Selene." he wishes me: I mumble back a good morning in return while moving around him to go to the washroom.

I do my business and get into the shower. The water was warm: hitting my skin and relaxing the tightness of my muscles. My thoughts go back to what just happened. Why was I enjoying his touch? His warmth? How did I forget that they are the reason I'm not with eric right now? They are the reason it was him with me in there running his hands through my hair instead of eric. I don't like them! I repeat to myself. I can't like them! I will not have my partner handed to me by fate, No! But how do I fight against this, whatever this is? A touch from him and I forgot about everything, every worry, every tension in my life. All the stress went out the window. I have been feeling the pull of the bond ever since I arrived yesterday; being near either of them isn't easy; they have power over me because of the bond, and I'll make sure not to let them exploit it. I've noticed that the touch makes the bond much more intense, and it's because of it that I forget about everything. So maybe if I keep the touch to the minimum and do only when necessary, It won't be much problem.

Deciding on that, I get out of the shower, but I forgot that I didn't bring a change of clothes. I sigh; maybe if I run fast enough: no one would catch me in the towel, and the room isn't that far away anyway.

Acting on that plan, I peek out the door to see if anyone is around the hallway by any chance. Finding the way clear, I break into a sprint, but just as I was close to my door, a sound from behind me makes me turn around: seeing as it was nothing, I turn back around only to go face-first into a hard wall.

What!? How did a wall come in the middle of the way?

But my question is answered when a pair of arms wrap around my arms to keep me from falling. I keep my hands on the front of the towel to keep it from falling. So, it wasn't a wall; it was a body. Well more like a chest, a lot of hard, muscular chest. Shaking my head of these perverted thoughts, I look up, steel-hard eyes, as hard as his chest might I add, were staring back at me. I have a feeling this guy doesn't like me much. He suddenly gets his hands off me as if I burned him, leaving me to stumble as he moves around and heads off to the living room.

I turn back around and slide into the room I've been given. The room has neutral vibes. The grey-colored walls with black or white furniture, the room was totally my style, modern and modest, not cold or depressing but not so happy either. I've always wanted, to have a dark interior house but didn't because it wouldn't feel much welcoming to people.

Anyway, moving forward, I choose comfortable clothes since I'll be in all day lounging around. A sudden thought passing through my mind makes me freeze up. What about jin then if they're all going for practice? He's better, but he's not back to his full health yet. Are they taking him along, or is he going to stay at home, and if so? will anybody else be staying behind to look after him, or will I have to do it? Ugh! Guess we'll find out soon enough.

After getting ready, I hurriedly go to the living room, not wanting to miss them by mere seconds. I see everyone still lounging around, all dressed up casually; even jin is there. As they see me coming, they all look up from their phones; jin gets up, coming near me. I look at him puzzlingly; he raises his hand, reaching for my forehead to see if I have any fever, I guess, but I step back, leaving his hand hanging mid-air, averting my eyes though I don't miss the hurt look in his eyes. still, brushing it off, he asks,

"Gwenchana? Are you okay?" I nod.

"We were waiting for you only, Selene," RM says; I look at him confused,

"why?" I ask,

"Well, our manager has called us in for practice, and jin has not fully recovered to go anywhere yet, but none of us can stay behind to look after you both, even though Jimin insisted on it. I'm afraid both of you will have to look after each other until we're back, which will be around 4 o'clock, your breakfast is all set and ready, and Jimin has made you both soup for lunch which is in the microwave, just heat it up and you're all good. We're really sorry to be leaving you all alone while you're sick, but we can't do anything." he finishes as he gets up; after him, all the other members follow suit.

I nod, guess it was the latter.

They all start to get out the door waving us goodbye, except one who didn't even look at me after our little incident in the hallway. Jimin moves last as he comes to me, he too, like jin moves his hand up to touch my cheek, and just like with Jin, I step back. Hurt flashed across his eyes, but he covers it up,

"Take care, eat well and rest. Goodbye," he says as if talking to a baby. I nod. He makes eye contact with his Hyung, talking telepathically, I guess, as they both nod and he leaves.

I sigh, guess I'm stuck here with broad shoulders alone till evening.

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I go to the kitchen to have my breakfast only to find Jin already in there. He was pouring soup into two bowls, so I go and sit on one of the kitchen stools.

"You like fruits?" He asks, making me wonder who eats fruits with soup. nonetheless, I answer,

"Sure, but not with soup,"

"No-No, I was just getting to know you." I nod. Yeah, that does make sense. I know they are curious about me; I just don't know if I should open up.

"of course," I say, as he sets my bowl out in front of me and takes a seat across from me.

I take a sip of my soup; I can tell it's not a soup I have tried before, this is absolutely the first time I'm trying this, and it's too delicious. Jin must have guessed it from my expression as he asks,

"Tasty? You like?" I nod,

"yeah, Jimin cooks well," I comment,

"You should try mine," he says with a sly smile.

Is he flirting with me right now or just jealous that I complimented Jimin?

On that note, are they both cool with sharing a soulmate? Should I ask? I shouldn't, right; it's not like we'll be typical soulmates; we can be friends at most. I don't want anything else.

Since its not my concern, I leave the question unasked and reply,

"You don't need to do that,"

"I want to," he says,

"Well, then," I say with a shrug.

"Do you cook?" he asks; What is this, an interrogation? well, it wouldn't hurt to answer that though,

"Yeah," there, short and sweet.

"what can you cook?" he presses further,

I don't want to overshare anything, but I don't want to see their hurtful expressions again. Damn this bond. I huff, "actually, I have to call my mom; can we do this later?" I say as I move to place my now empty bowl in the dishwasher and go back to my room for some privacy.

I didn't lie; I really needed to call my mother. She asked me to call her as soon as I get settled, and I need to tell her about my another soulmate too, also, I need to ask her about this damn bond and how it works. This is too much for me; all these funny feelings I get when I catch their eye or when I see them hurt gosh, couldn't the bond just be silent? It's like screaming at the top of its lungs.

I grab my phone from the charger and dial my mother. On the second ring, she answers with,

"Mi Hija, I have been waiting for your call. I was so worried,"

"If you are so worried mama, you could have just called. Also, I got caught up," I tell her,

"Well, I didn't wanna disturb you and your soulmate,"

"Soulmates," I correct her,

"What?"

"Soulmates ma, I don't have just one soulmate. It turns out another member of their band bonded with me in Busan," I inform her, wait a min, when did we bond? yesterday was the first time I saw that man! I'll make sure to ask him about that when they come back.

"What!?! how?" she asks, just as bewildered as I.

"I don't know mama! This universe is just playing tricks on me now, first Eric then Jin, and now him." I sigh, For just once, I want to be in the driver's seat of my love life.

"what's his name?" she asks, and I scoff,

"Is that really important?"

"Yes! it is, I want to know the name of my daughter's soulmate so, I don't make a fool out of myself when I meet him." I sigh,

"Jimin, and you won't be meeting them anytime soon ma," I tell her. It's better to refrain from getting the idea in her head now.

"Anyway, I got other pressing issues, and I need your opinion," I say, changing the subject, "what is the bond like? like the pull and touch, how does it work?"

"Well, the tension in the pull is stronger till you've sealed the bond. You will be sensitive to them and care about them, also there will be sexual tension as well. And when they touch you, it will be like only you two matter nothing else; your surroundings will disappear, your past future all thoughts will disappear but, that's just until you've sealed the bond. I'll tell you what happens when the bond is sealed when you've sealed your bond. Though I don't think you'll be needing my direction then, things get easier after it's sealed. Not the sexual tension though, that just gets higher." she says, laughing at the last part, probably remembering her days.

"Okay, you don't know, but it answered a lot of my questions. Thank you ma, I just need to make sure to keep them from touching me." I say,

"Oh Sel, I don't think that will be possible, the bond won't let you, you won't have the heart to see them dejected," she says, laughing again, she is getting too much fun out of my situation, I huff,

"Whatever, when's your flight?" I ask,

"Tomorrow morning, I know I said I'll stay till next week but, I got some urgent work that needs to be handled soon baby," she tells,

"Well, can I come to see you off at the airport at least?"

"It's pretty early Sel, and you can't stay away from your soulmates long, you know that right?" she says, making me huff again, goddamn it this bond.

"It's alright Sel, don't worry."

"Okay ma, don't forget to call me when you reach, take care," I say and cut the call.

With a sigh, I turn around, a scream leaving my lips as my hand goes up to my heart.

"God, what are you doing? you scared me," I scold him,

"Sorry," he says, raising his hand in surrender before continuing, "you were talking for too long, so I come to check,"

"your mother?" he asks, nodding towards my phone. I nod,

"want to watch a movie?" he asks with hopeful eyes, I know I shouldn't but, thanks to this bond, I reply,

"Sure,"

he moves and leads me towards the living room,

"what you like to watch?" he asks,

"whatever suits you best," I reply; I really don't care.

"marvel?" he asks again with those damn hopeful eyes, what is it with this guy and his eyes?

I reply with a simple nod, and he puts the movie.

I'm sitting on one side of the couch, so he got plenty of space to sit at, but much to my displease or relief I don't even know at this point, he sits beside me, not close enough for our bodies to touch fully but enough for our knees and shoulders to graze.

Acting nonchalant to his actions, I turn towards the screen to see iron man playing, Huh! so his favorite is iron man.

Not long in the movie, I feel his hand on mine as if hesitating; when I don't say anything or remove my hand, he turns my hand over to take it completely, intertwining our fingers.

At his actions, I look up at him only to find him already looking at me, and just like at the airport, we get lost in each other's eyes only this time, I can see his whole face: his perfect nose, and his bee-stung lips, as I realize my gaze was on his lips my mind screams, abort! abort! I break out of my daze and move away from him; taking my hand out of his, I say,

"I- I am still a little tired, I'm gonna go get some sleep," I say, stuttering. I turn around and head back to my room, scolding myself. I swear I could hear him chuckling.

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Burn my soul

Pairing- vampire bts member× yn

Warnings- mention of sexual abuse, death, obsession, lot of angst

Pls forgive if I did any mistakes!

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You saw yet another shooting star last night. Your grandma said wishing something upon seeing them makes the wish come true yet you don't see his approaching figure. She said that the your small town holds many secrets while braiding your hair which you dismissed as folktale as a child. But now you pray for her words to come true more than anything else.

But no matter how long you look at ice caped shiny mountains they don't budge and tell you the secret they are hiding. No matter how much you look at the birds chirping they don't tell you whose sound they muffle by their singing. No matter how closely you listen to the blowing of wind they don't tell you who are they blowing away from.

It would have been better if you are not stuck in the whirlwind of your thoughts. You wanted to go back to your previous life where you going to work and taking care of your sick father filled your daily routine . But destiny had different plans. You have tried so much to forget about that day but your soul flourishes in his memory.

You feel it in your heart and your entire being. The way his aura swallow your existence in your dream till the point your body struggles to breathe and you wake up drenched in sweat. You remember hearing his voice in your dream which set every nerve of yours on fire. You remember the tug of string which seemed to connects your hearts when you were about to finally see the face of your savior in your dream.

Sometimes you can feel his presence. you suspect if a pair of eyes watch your every move. You suspect if someone follows you from work.You suspect if someone accidentally left your favorite snowdrops on your doorstep when it was meant for somebody else.You suspect if someone whispered something in the ears of the wild dog when it was ready to prance at you when you were returning from forest late at night.

Though you vaguely remember seeing his silhouette before going unconscious, you knew he had heard your cry of help. He had sensed the danger that had befallen upon you when in an instant your senior turned into an assaulter ready to take advantage of your naive trust. You didn't expect your senior manager to physically assault you beside the river bed after you denying his manipulative coaxing and inappropriate touches. You couldn't believe the vile words his tongue produced which once had complemented you. It was then you couldn't fight his strong arms and his forceful lips on your neck and cleavage that you mustered all your energy and shouted for help. It was not before he laid you on ground with the help of his heavy figure preparing to take you raw while having his knee between your naked thighs you heard something coming towards both of you. It was then the bone chilling storm began to blew and your eardrum hurt by the animalistic roar that cracked the thin layer of blue ice covering the river.Your assaulted scurried away from you as the speed of the blowing wind only increased. Your barely opened eyes recognized a silhouette piercing through the icy strom. Suddenly you felt rib crushing ache in your chest as you soul struggled to become free and then the last thing you remembered seeing his shiny red eyes before going into days of slumber.

As you told your experience to the concerned officials while laying on hospital bed you only saw their dismissive looks. They shut you down as they shut others down who say having encountered a canine human by the icy river. All the stories fall on deaf ears when they say some mythical creature saved their lives. The things you saw were termed as hallucinations. But all those voices were not capable to answer how the body of your accused is nowhere to be found.

You don't why he denies coming to see you again no matter how many times you visit the place of your first encounter. Every dawn you find yourself sitting by the river hoping that maybe the place is frequently visited by him. You yearn to just take a glimpse of his silhouette again. He never answers your endless pleas of saving your soul from the suffering of being away from him. Yet your legs walk you to river Bank believing that one day you will hear his heavy breath along with flowing of river water.

Your teary eyes don't convey the emptiness you feel in your chest as you stare at the mountains now outside of your window guarded by long conifers. But false to your belief a pair of ruby eyes stare at you longingly from the forest as they water from guilt. His heart throbs when he remembers your soft hands slipping from his leading you to fall in the mouth of death a century ago. The longing you feel is better than again getting tangled in the black webs of his heart. In his mind this was the only way to protect you even if it meant slicing your heart a little..

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starytaefics · 1 year

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moo-reads · 4 months

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Jeon Jungkook (WC: <20k)

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whyse7vn · 2 months

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RANDOM BTS TEXTS -

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this is an experiment i’m trying to see something

also yoongi only has 2 cuz my phone kept like blowing up iphone x yoongiphobic idk

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rialikesbts · 1 year

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Exploitative

CEO ! Taehyung × reader

Masterlist

You could hear shouting coming from the CEO's office as you tried to work as quietly as possible on your computer.

Within a few minutes, the CEO's secretary came out, huffing and puffing, tears in her eyes as she quickly walked out of the office,never to be seen again.

Yet another poor soul who faced the wrath of your demon boss.

It was nothing new. You had joined the company a few months ago and this was the fifth time the CEO changed his secretary.

He had quite the temper and attitude. Everyone was scared of him, including you.

Kim Taehyung walked out of his office ,causing everyone to go back to their work quietly , forgetting the drama that just occurred.

He raked his eyes over the office in a bad mood .

Until he spotted you.

You looked like a cute little bunny who was trying hard to pretend that she wasn't nervous.

He could see it in your trembling fingers on the keyboard trying to get some work done.

Such a beautiful sight.

He thought it was cute how you were trying to look unaffected when you definitely knew that he was eyeing you.

You made all of his anger disappear and he felt happy just by looking at you. His face curved up in a smile as he went back to his office.

He finally found something which made him look forward to work in the office filled with useless employees.

Over time Taehyung installed more cameras in the area where you worked, where you had lunch and where you conversed with other people so that he could keep track of you. He even started talking to all the other employees, behaving nicely and toning down his temper whenever he was in front of you to make a good impression.

He started having lunch at your table with your co-workers, conversing with them like a friend and not a boss. Over time you got comfortable with him, making small talk whenever you passed by his office or when you met him at the elevator.

It was just another day of Taehyung spying on you through his secret camera gushing at how cute you are when suddenly ,your colleague ,Choi Yeonjun walked towards your cubicle and started conversing with you.

All he could see was red.

How dare you speak to another man except him?

You were going to get punished.

He calmed himself down and tuned into the conversation between the love of his life and the man who was going to get fired today.

"Promise you won't tell anyone." Yeonjun said , holding out his pinky finger.

You nodded, eager to listen to the tea he was about to spill, intertwining your pinky with his. "Promise!"

"I'm gay".

"I knew it!" You say, excitedly and slap his arm.

"And I have the hots for Soobin."

You started giggling, nudging his elbow in a teasing manner and raising your eyebrows with a sly smile and a wink.

Taehyung relaxed hearing that Yeonjun wasn't interested in you, but he still was a man.

You should have known better than to talk or touch a man that's not him.

The same day, Yeonjun came running to your cubicle in anger. He grabbed you by the arms and yelled furiously at you.

"WHY DID YOU TELL HIM?? YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE! THAT HOMOPHOBIC SON OF A BITCH FIRED ME! I TRUSTED YOU!"

"Yeonjun, what are you talking about? I didn't say a word to anyone about it!"

"Liar! I only told you!"

"But I really--"

"And what are you still doing here, Yeonjun? Pack your things and go." Taehyung interrupted your conversation, hands crossed over his chest, a stern look on his face.

Yeonjun threw you an angry glare before leaving.

Taehyung turned to you.

"Y/N, I have some work for you. "

You followed him into his spacious office where he gave you some files and told you to complete them by the day.

Sigh. Overtime once again.

And you lost a friend.

Could this day get any worse?

You stretched your arms after doing all the work Taehyung had assigned. Everyone had left already. You stood up to grab your bag and wear your coat so you could drop the files at Taehyung's office and leave for home.

Fortunately, Taehyung himself came to your cubicle.

"Thank you Y/N, but I have just a little work left for you to do."

You inwardly groaned.

Giving him a tired smile, you nodded and shrugged off your coat.

"No no, it doesn't take a lot of time, you just have to sign here." He showed you where to sign.

Since you were incredibly tired and it was getting really late, you just signed where he told you to.

Taehyung gave you his signature rectangular smile." Perfect! Now let me drop you home. "

" No sir! It's fine, I can go home by myself."

"Nonsense, I kept you so late in here.How can I let a girl go alone? Come with me."

You had no choice but to comply. Your feet were aching and the buses might have stopped running at this time. Plus, you will get to ride in a brand new Tesla. Who are you to deny such an opportunity ?

" Thank you sir. "

You both went down to the basement and got into his car. Taehyung had turned the AC on and the car seats were incredibly comfortable; they felt like a mattress. Topped with the immense work you did today, you felt really drowsy.

"You can sleep if you want to, I have your address from your employee form. All the data is in my mobile, so I'll wake you up when we get to your place."

You thanked him once again and fell asleep in a matter of seconds.

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You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room.

You look down to see yourself covered in a silk nighty and start freaking out.

Taehyung came in with a tray in his hands.

" Wifey, I bought you-"

"WHY did you bring me here?You said you knew my address. You even changed my clothes! You psychotic son of a--"

You couldn't complete your sentence because of a bang in the room. Taehyung held a gun in his hand and had shot a hole in the ceiling.

"Why would I bring my wife to a separate house? Married couples live together. Look wifey, you even signed the marriage papers yesterday!" He says, handing you the papers from last night with your signature on them.

You thought they were for a business deal.

He tricked you.

And you fell for it.

Taehyung caressed your hand, which was adorned with a beautiful and of course, an expensive diamond ring.

Tears fell out from your sockets as you realised your mistake. Taehyung was quick to wipe them.

"I won't ever let you go" He says, before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

You had brought this upon yourself.

And there was no way out.

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dazedbypark · 2 years

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let's meet again, sometime | pjm

Pairing : Park Jimin × Reader

Genre : Strangers! au, Fluff, Angst (0.5%)

Summary : A tiring week at work and your friends' insistence landed in you a bar. But your week did end up getting a lot better.

Warnings : Consumption of Alcohol.

Word Count : 1.2k

Author's Note : This drabble was quite random. Don't really know whether it's good or not, but it was an idea I wanted to write someday. Hope you guys enjoy it as well <3

P.S. I feel a bit nervous releasing this since I think I my writing is worse than it used to be lol

The very distinct smell of booze was looming in the congested room of the bar.

As always, you weren't exactly here of your own accord. Your girlfriends had been complaining recently that you hadn't had "fun" with them for a while. Fun as in drinking, dancing, flirting, hitting and so the list goes. All for the sake of being "young" as they said.

But you had to admit you did like to indulge yourself in alcohol and loosen yourself up once in a while. It surely had been a long time since you allowed yourself to do that. You had been so caught up in your work that you forgot to even give it even a thought.

Even when you did come, you didn't mingle in much except when you were in the mood to do so. But, it still freshened you up for the week that followed. So, you tagged along without much protest this time as well.

"You should come along as well, Y/n."

They had been insisting on going and having fun with them on the dancefloor while pouting at you. But you refused and instead seated yourself in the corner, a whole pint of beer in your company.

You well enough knew that your girlfriends, once they left, wouldn't return for quite a while. They always promised they wouldn't get carried away. Very typical of them to say that. You found yourself smirking every time they did. You knew better, though.

Also, you were fine off by yourself today. The whole week had been quite the mess at work for you. Your coping mechanisms were different from theirs; at least for this week.

You continued to gulp the alcohol down until the pint was empty. That was a little faster than your usual pace, you noticed.

You took it a bit slow normally, savouring the bitterness. But again, you had been trying to swallow it all down with this beer this time.

But the bitter aftertaste still wasn't budging.

Too tired, you didn't want to bother yourself with getting yourself in the hassle of buying another.

And that's when he showed up.

He had had his hair gelled back, but still a few black strands escaped.

Just right according to your preference, you had quietly mused.

His eyes were a deep black, his lips full and plush, but his cute nose gave his face just the right amount of realness. His face was beautiful, you noted.

He settled down another glass on the table and shifted back in the seat beside you, crossing his legs.

"Jimin. Thought you needed a drink. Nice to meet you."

He then smiled his sinfully charming and sly smile, and that's when you knew you surely were down for him.

"Y/n. Quite the beautiful face you have there, Jimin." You didn't mind complimenting.

You were drunk, after all. That obviously meant you doing things you normally wouldn't.

His lips curved into a slight smirk. "Same goes for you, Y/n."

You brushed it off, but not without a smile gracing your lips as well. "What brings you here, then?"

"Alcohol, and the opportunity of meeting women like you, of course." He winked.

Damn.

And he then broke into a laugh. "Though a bad week at work, predominantly."

"Similar case here as well." You cracked a grin at him.

And that's how the night went on; you both bringing up topic after another. It was nothing out of the ordinary that you both talked about. Just the trivial things of everyday were what kept your small talks going on.

You noticed never spilled too much, nor too little. He also talked in just the right way, phrasing his sentences with just the right amount of charm and carefree attitude.

That drew you in even more.

You found yourself getting more into the man sat beside you as the night went on.

Several people came and left, but you paid no mind to that. Even your friends even barged in at some point to tell you they were leaving, but you surprisingly waved them off. They threw you some glances as to convey their message to keep yourself safe. You only nodded at them, reminding them that you knew your boundaries very well.

And Jimin seemed, you assumed, was a man that knew not to cross them.

"Want to dance, lady?" he suddenly questioned at some point in the night, while eyeing you with his deep eyes. "No pressure, obviously."

His face had looked far too inviting to decline, so you gave in.

"I don't know how to dance, though." You shrugged.

"Never done it before?"

You shook your head. "The times I did it were not the most pleasant experience. For the other person, especially," you admitted truthfully.

"Well, I'll try to cover you up." He winked, again.

You noticed then that he didn't quite wink, but just barely managed to bring his eyes to close in a manner similar to winking. You found it a bit endearing, more than anything else.

You took the hand he offered, and he draped his arm across your waist. When you did finally start dancing along to the music, it was quite fun.

Jimin gently swayed his hips, leading your body to do the same. You were a bit messy at first, stepping on his toe and all, but your body slowly started to catch up with the music as well.

You just continued to follow his lead throughout.

Dancing with Jimin loosened you, and made you feel more good than you would have liked to admit. It made you feel a little younger, a little more carefree and most of all, alive.

You wondered if it was the alcohol, but there was something about Jimin that made you feel livelier than ever. You enjoyed that sensation very much, not having felt it for quite a while.

After some more dancing and more drinking, it was about time for you to leave.

Jimin was saying goodbye to you now, smiling that charming yet sweet smile of his.

You had grown to like it even more. You appreciated his crescent eyes smiling at you and the delicate curve of his lips as he smiled. Not to mention his soft, dumpling-like cheeks as well.

The city lights were now blinking blankly at the pair of you. The night had grown into something more than what you had asked for. You quietly thanked the universe for that.

You didn't realize you would miss this night at the time in the bar, but the thought was impossible to escape your notice now.

You smiled a little wistfully then. You wanted to say that he had just made your week a whole lot better, but you didn't.

You may just had gotten emotional saying all that.

So you remained quiet even when he had turned his back to you, walking away. Just because you were scared of ruining the memory of a great night.

"You just made my week a lot better, Y/n." His eyes were glistening a little in the dark.

You just continued to silently gaze at him.

"Let's meet again, sometime."

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yakuly · 20 days

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Bookverse - BTS × HP Fic's

Sobre as histórias: Todas as histórias acontecem no Universo Harry Potter | As histórias de todos os membros se conectam, mas é possível ler os membros isolados | apesar de ser no universo de HP, o próprio menino de ouro nem é tão relevante assim | Personagens que estão mortos na saga original podem aparecer (só vamos seguindo.)

📜 Escola de magia e bruxaria de Hogwarts

Prezado/a Sr/a

Temos o prazer de convidar v.Sa à escola de magia e bruxaria de Hogwarts, para acompanhar alguns de nossos alunos em suas aventuras pelo castelo.

Estamos anexando a lista dos jovens que irão conviver, e suas respectivas casas.

Atenciosamente,

Minerva McGonagall, diretora.

🦁 Kim Seokjin • 🐍Min yoongi • 🦨Jung Hoseok • 🐦‍⬛Kim Namjoon

🐍Park Jimin • 🐦‍⬛Kim Taehyung • 🦁Jeon Junghook

0.1 Jeon Jungkook Grifinório x Leitora Sonserina

🔮 Amortentia | J.JK¹ 🔮 Amortentia | J.JK²

🔮 Amortentia | J.JK³

0.2 NamjoonCorvinal! × Leitora Lufana

Sinopse: Desde o primeiro dia em que pisou no castelo de Hogwarts, Kim Namjoon ficou conhecido por sua inteligência, sagacidade e paixão por devorar livros e mais livros, mas Namjoon não tinha nenhuma habilidade com garotas. Especialmente quando essa garota, é uma lufana leal à suas amigas.

🔮 Poção do Ódio | K.NJ¹ 🔮Poção do Ódio | K.NJ²

🔮 Poção do Ódio | K.NJ³

0.3 Coming Soon

0.4 Coming Soon

0.5 Coming Soon

0.6 Coming Soon

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onlyswan · 8 months

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summary: in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.

> fluff, suggestive / word count: 2.6k

> content/warnings: alexa play seven by jungkook! mentions of s^x, lots and lots of cutie kisses :( they’re in that afterglow <3 oc’s chest is his pillow :(

> in which masterlist!

note: hi hi. here’s ur slice of pure self indulgent fluff 🍰 i just had to write abt this jk :P there’s a reference to in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you 🥹 reblogs & feedback are vv appreciated. i’d love to hear ur thoughts so feel free to scream or laugh or cry <3

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a fleeting white light passes through your closed eyelids, nearly blinding, as you hear the familiar shutter of your boyfriend’s polaroid camera.

“jungkook,” you whimper weakly due to the sudden disturbance, burying your face on the soft pillows while pushing the camera away.

“shit, shit- sorry, baby-” he winces, guilty of disrupting your journey to slumber, as he scrambles to fix his mistake. “forgot to turn off the flash.”

he places the polaroid face down on the space behind him to give it the time to develop the photo he had taken. much to your relief, the bedroom falls silent once more except for the quiet humming and breathing of the airconditioner. you return to properly laying your head on the pillow, taking a small gasp of oxygen, and jungkook smiles because of how adorable you are for still refusing to open your eyes.

“can i take more pictures?”

“did you turn it off?” you whisper as you stretch your legs to find a more comfortable position, unwittingly pulling down the comforter and exposing your nakedness to the cool air. this gives rise to goosebumps on your skin, causing you to shiver, but your boyfriend is quick to your rescue. he catches the hem before it could slide past your skimpy shorts.

“i did.”

a chaste kiss is planted on your shoulder before it is returned underneath the warmth of soft layers of cotton and fabric.

you sigh, melting back into relaxation. “okay.”

he re-anchors his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his palm to admire the majestic view of you. jungkook likes this a lot, he lives for it— lying on the bed face-to-face with his sated lover, spending the rest of the night feeling like his heart is not a big enough vessel to hold all the love he has for you. the lights he is yet to turn off have splashed the dark room with a red glow that engulfs your figure as well, escalating his heartbeat, so hypnotic and tantalizing, he finds himself breathing heavier and heavier behind the viewfinder, or maybe he has stopped breathing at all. the shutter briefly fills the silence.

this is… the arch of your back is burned in his mind and he swears he still tastes you on his tongue, but seeing you like this feels so different.

he was consumed by his pleasure and yours just half an hour ago, admittedly almost blinded by his own sweat dripping from his forehead because he simply couldn’t stop wanting more of you, giving himself to you. you weren’t exactly innocent either, with your provocative touches and coquettish smiles, whispering lewd words that was gasoline to the lust flaring up inside of him. he revels in seeing that you’re just as desperate for it as he is, if not more, purely from the way you beseech him with your eyes mirroring stained glass windows. he knows you love it when he fucks you so good it brings you to tears, welcoming the delightful intensity of his nature, and that you were also trying to tire him out so he’d finally feel sleepy, but holy shit, looking at you right now, he wants nothing more but to hold you with utmost gentleness.

wildly concentrated with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, he brushes away the hair that fell on your face before capturing another exquisite memory to be burned into film.

jungkook is greedy when it comes to you.

a disgruntled whine slips from your mouth when the pillow underneath your head is replaced by his thick arm, which is then rudely cut off by his lips crashing on yours.

clearly, you’ve grown too comfortable in this relationship.

“i love you.” he drunkenly mutters, instantly going for another kiss and barely finishing his another- “i love you.” before he’s kissing you again.

“babe-” you chuckle then gasp, holding on to his wrist as his tattooed hand loosely wraps around your neck.

“i love you. i love you, i love y- i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.” he repeats himself over and over, the volume of his voice gradually getting quieter as he runs out of breath, until his tongue becomes tied. grounded by the feeling of your steady pulse beneath his thumb, he silences himself by tenderly kissing you, soft lips molding with yours for a wordless declaration of devotion this time around.

pure static— there are no thoughts running in your head. your limbs feel numb but tingly. you feel like you’re floating- no, you’re falling. the bed has turned into an abyss and you’re falling endlessly and jungkook holding you close is the only thing that makes sense. you might have to consider this true heaven, nothingness with your everything, when the whole world is lights-out and quiet that it feels like time has been suspended, and the only way to keep track of it is through each pump of your heart.

at last, your eyelids slowly flutter open as he pulls away, and he greets you with that boyish grin. “pretty.”

his hand on your neck moves to stroke your face lovingly, eyes glimmering with various emotions as they wander your features.

“____ is so, so pretty.”

“hm, really?” you hum sleepily, leaning closer to his touch. “thanks to you.”

“me?” his doe eyes widen in confusion.

“you know, for the afterglow. i feel nice.” you giggle brightly at your own half-joke, positively out of your goddamn mind as you hide your warm face on his shoulder.

“ahhh- ah!”

enlightenment then dawns on your boyfriend.

his giggles blend in with yours for a harmony that strikes the same joy as the sound of wind chimes on a windy day.

jungkook tries not to appear too cocky about the compliment, but consequences be damned, he would die satisfying his lover.

“oh yeah, baby? do you now?” there’s a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face when you take a peek at him, which then morphs into a grin when your eyes meet. “i feel nice, too.”

“nice?” your voice comes out delicate, droopy eyes asking him for confirmation.

“nice.”

he feels a tug at his heartstrings.

“you know what? fucking great… i could never have enough of you.”

it becomes silent for a while. his tattooed hand slides under the comforter, letting his fingers skim across the side of your waist, feather-light touches on your bare skin before he’s pulling you closer to his body.

“i… i don’t doubt that feelings like this can only grow as time goes on but… it’s still amazing that when i think about it, even until now, all the time, i want to be with you.”

he involuntarily breathes out a shaky sigh, ears going red as they do when he’s expressing sincerity from the deepest parts of his soul.

“really, how do you do this…? what is this magic? why- why do i like you so much? i mean, i know why! of course! but, wow!” he squeezes his eyes shut to express his disbelief, clicking his head to the side. “it’s possible for it to be this much? do you get what i’m saying? i just have thoughts like that— love is so fascinating.”

you barely process his words with your brain still in a haze of bliss, but it’s funny, hearing these questions from the same man who has the entire world madly obsessed with him.

oh, this actually sounds familiar. he’s getting all sentimental and philosophical. again. and he’s not drunk. were you that good tonight?

“i won’t give away my secrets just like that. what if you use them on someone else?” you tease him, rubbing your tired eyes and shaking your head as you giggle.

you receive a dirty look from him, clearly offended and uninterested in the thought of putting in the hard effort to impress someone that isn’t you.

“aish, stop talking! i don’t like hearing you talk in that way.”

“then what else am i supposed to do? you’re the one who woke me up.” you retort in annoyance.

but you honestly don’t think there’s any secret to tell. jungkook is in love with you. plain and simple.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. go back to sleep if you want to.”

he dips down to plant gentle pecks on your shoulder, going down on a trail to your neck, and you unconsciously tilt your head to his convenience because he’s bringing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. it feels good, everything he does always feels good.

“you’re seriously not done?” you mumble against his lips, unfaltering with the kisses as if he would run out of them any minute now.

he stubbornly answers with a “no!” as his lips ghost over your cheek.

if only bam was here, jungkook would eventually leave you alone to rest. he would pester him with his late-night burst of affection instead while talking shit about you to your child because you dodged his kiss in your sleep.

“babe, you’re supposed to sleep. you have work later.”

“no, i don’t want to sleep. i… i want to kiss you- baby.” he protests as he continues to pepper your face with kisses, giving your body a particularly tight squeeze when he searches for your lips again.

you blink at him in confusion when he suddenly sends you a look of irritation, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.

“you haven’t even said ‘i love you’ back yet.”

“oh, i haven’t?” you wince innocently. “sorry. i love you.”

but he should be the one apologizing to you, since it’s his fault that you still can’t think straight, or walk for that matter.

you pat around the mattress behind his back until you stumble upon the camera, and it’s jungkook’s turn to be your beloved muse. you scoot away until the lens manage to capture him down to his shirtless abdomen. you watch him in complete awe behind the viewfinder. he squints at you, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously, and he smirks when you chuckle in amusement.

“ah wait- take this! take this! you have to take a good one, got it? i worked so hard on them yesterday!” he eagerly voices out a special demand.

he shuffles to flex his arm infront of the camera, showing off his well-defined triceps and biceps while releasing rich, throaty grunts. totally unnecessary, but so achingly jungkook.

your boyfriend is outrageously, ridiculously sexy— he’s still wearing that stupid black headband he hastily put on in the middle of sex because he got pissed off at his hair and he needed it out of the way so he could ‘properly see his love’s beautiful body.’

you roll your eyes inside your head.

what a fucking tease.

nonetheless, you acquiesce.

the flash goes off.

and another polaroid is crafted into existence that you selfishly want to keep for your eyes only.

“baby, let me see.”

“it’s mine!” you scrunch your nose with a childlike charm, hiding the polaroid behind your back.

he chuckles, hopelessly endeared by you.

“yes, i’m yours.” he coos in response.

and your unguarded heart is once again swept away by the taste of his tongue. the camera becomes an abandoned item. your fingers daintily pushes off his headband in favor of freely tangling them with his silky hair, and it also ends up getting lost somewhere in the sheets as his sweet kisses lull you in a false sense of security… because out of nowhere, that same blazing light burns through your closed eyes for the second time tonight.

jungkook playfully waves the polaroid infront of your face, and his toothy grin is met by your unimpressed expression.

“this is mine!”

he has been waiting to jump into this type of opportunity, to orchestrate a romantic moment to be stolen in film— you can tell by the sparkles in his eyes. reminiscent of that one late night in a tiny photobooth where your younger and clueless selves were cramped in, this is what you and his hyungs often talk about, how much you share the same fondness for the fact that jungkook hasn’t changed at all.

“just how many pictures of you kissing me do you need?” you ask him lightheartedly.

he juts out his bottom lip sullenly, and a few beats pass before he forms an answer. “i always need more for when i miss you.”

you copy his frown. “then what about me when i’m missing you too?”

“hmmm… i want you to always remember me like this, baby.” he melodramatically declares as he picks up the one and only polaroid you’ve taken of him tonight. “can you see my abs too…? oh- it’s not showing yet.”

he looks back at you shyly with a laugh, and he places it back down to let it continue developing.

“i’ll look later. i can’t even keep my eyes open anymore. ‘m so tired.” you sadly sniffle to gain his pity, fluttering your damp eyelashes at him. “let’s go to sleep, please?”

jungkook doesn’t find it in himself to articulate a consolation or protest, not when you’re tugging him down to coax him into laying his head on your chest.

“heaven.” he moans, overcome by contentment.

he adjusts himself a bit to be more comfortable before dragging the comforter further upwards to provide warmth for the two of you, all the while refusing to remove his face nuzzled up against you.

“why are you always like this? can you even breathe?” you chuckle with your eyes closed.

“i love your boobs.” his honest reply comes out muffled, cute for some reason, along with his satisfied hums prompted by your nails lightly scratching his scalp.

“i know.”

he turns his head to the side to look up at you, and he carries on to speak with his cheek squished against you. “i really, really mean it.”

“yes, baby. i believe you.”

a minute of silence passes. the ecstasy still flooding your veins becomes a stepping stone in the pond towards your dreamland, where all is either fantastically perfect or horrifically fucked up.

but then you feel sloppy kisses being deliberately scattered in the middle of your chest, leading down to your stomach, and you get rudely knocked over into the cold, clear waters.

yes, plea- oh no, no, no, no.

“jungkook, baby, stop. i can’t go another round.” you whine pathetically, being driven closer to the urge to burst into tears.

“AH! o-ow- ouch- baby, wha- i swear, i wasn’t even planning on it!” he loudly exclaims in surprise when you harshly pull him away by his hair.

“still…” your voice cracks. “you know i’ll get turned on!”

his chuckles are infuriatingly raspy and of no help at all, ego inflating upon hearing your response and the frustration obviously laced with it.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry! i’ll behave now!”

thank god.

he assumes his previous position, the place that he deems to be the warmest and the coziest. as he wraps his arms around your waist, your fist relaxes into an open palm that cradles the back of his head.

“____?” he mumbles, finally feeling the tiredness seep into his sore muscles now that he’s lying motionless.

“hmm?”

“let’s eat dinner outside after work.”

“…meat?”

“and beer!” he adds, brimming with excitement, and he salivates as he can almost taste them in his mouth already. they are his favorite, after all.

“i’ll come pick you up then.” you drop a kiss on his forehead, and he sighs happily. “but go to sleep or else i’ll kick you out of the bedroom again.”

his sweet embrace becomes an iron grip.

cold and alone, he swears those were some of the worst three hours of his life.

he squeaks in defeat. “goodnight, baby.”

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