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I’ll wait - #23

Genre/Au’s: Fluff – Idol!verse; Stablished Relationship

Paring: Yoongi x F Reader

Words count: 2.549

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: You meet Yoongi at a photoshoot and you just need to wait for him to be done.

Author note: His photos are going to be the death of me.

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The soft music is almost inaudible as the chattering and camera clicks fill the air. You are walking on the narrow corridor towards the room containing all the noise. Doing your best to be as invisible as possible not wanting to bother the people working.

Inside the studio, there is one of those big fabric backgrounds, where you just flip the backgrounds like you’d do a flip chart. There is a sightly greenish, kind of sage background on, the main subject of the photoshoot has a white dress shirt on, buttoned all the way up, black slacks, and shiny shoes, not that they are showing in the photos. He also sits in a tall stool.

You keep walking quietly on the back of the room, greeting silently the staff you know, doing your best to not disturb the art that is being made.

The director and star are fully immersed, they exchange opinions, ask him, the subject, to look to one side. Tilt the head a bit the other side. Look to the camera in a 45° angle, now smile a little, no don’t smile. Eyes closed, open. Wow, everyone will in love with this one, can I ask you phone number after we are done? Now lift up your shoulders a little more. Please someone can fix that one hair strand that is sticking up?

You can’t help but stare at him, just like everyone else in the room. Your eyes meet and the corner of his lips quicks up in a smirk.

“Can I get some water?” He request for a pause in the shoot.

“Oh, of course you can.” The director is quickly rushing his staff.

Getting out of the stool he makes his way towards you. His cold hands cup your cheeks, and a soft kiss is placed on your lips. To fight the urge to touch his styled hair your burry your hands inside your coat pockets.

“Hey, handsome.” You greet.

“Hey, babe” Yoongi smiles before pecking your lips once again.

His manager goes over to the director, in an attempt to give you both a little bit of privacy. You make a mental note to thank him later.

“Something’s wrong?”

“Besides the fact I want to ruin your perfectly styled hair?” You ask, before pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“You can do whatever you want.” The man purrs letting his head fall to the side.

“I can’t, and I already took too much of everyone’s time. Go back to work.” You say gently pushing your boyfriend away and tapping his ass.

Yoongi pouts cutely as he walks backwards towards the shooting space. “I still have another couple styles to do.”

“It’s okay.” You sit on an empty chair in your corner. As you watch the man switch from Min Yoongi, your boyfriend to the professional Suga of BTS. His hair is styled in a way that resembles Holly, some very loose curls fluffed out making him look innocent and cute, parked with a dark sweater.

You snap some photos of him on your phone, knowing that when he gets the photos later he’ll send them all to you so you can pic the ones you want as you background.

There aren’t many props around and Yoongi is a pro, what makes the shoot move faster. He change his sweater to a white dress shirt with some ruffles and a black cardigan. His stylist combs his hair taming it down and fixing some strands so now his hair parts to the side so now it shows all the layers of with the ends lightly peaking up.

Yoongi keeps on making funny faces to you as you watch him through the mirror of the makeup station. It’s a small studio so the makeup and hair station is on a corner of the room right beside to the bathroom. Your chair is not too far from where he is sitting.

“Ahoy!” You great him as you walk closer.

“I’m not a pirate.” He glares playfully.

“No? So, what are you? A lord?” You push your hands inside your pockets fighting the urge to run them though his hair.

“Just Min Suga.” He pulls you closer.

“You look like someone from an old European movie.” You make fun of him.

“And you are just jealous that I’m looking this good and you can’t touch me.” Yoongi rolls his eyes at you.

“Where is the ‘you can do whatever you want’?” You ask mimicking him just moments earlier.

“Oh, that was Min Yoongi, now you are talking to Min Suga.” He says holding your wrist once the stylist says he is free to get up. “After this there are two more hair styles, the last one will take the longest.” Yoongi explains caressing the inside of your wrist.

“That’s okay, I’ll wait.” You nod.

“Are you sure? I can ask my man anger to-“

Placing a finger on his lips you shush him. “I’ll wait. Now go back there and finish your work so everyone can go home early and enjoy their night.”

Yoongi cups your cheeks and places a kiss on your lips then on your forehead before heading back to the shooting background. He sits on a stool to take more photos and then stands up, walks around from one side the another.

The next hairstyle is just simply parting his hair in the middle and changing his pirate shirt to a normal dress shirt. His hair stylist chats with you as he takes the photos taking about how healthy and silky his hair feels and how envious she’s of it. You can’t help but agree with her, especially since he just washes it with shampoo without any special care, while you care a lot for your hair, and it is far from looking healthy and shiny like his.

During the shoot she excused herself and takes a bottle of water to the set, she sprays some on his hair preparing to the next style, the director asked her to stop and takes some photos of Yoongi with half damp hair. As always he looks like a snack for you and you can only wait until the shoot is done.

He comes back to the makeup station and pulls you to his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as the director calls a break so the styling team can prepare the props for the last round. His hairstylist already damped we’ll his hair and bushed it all back. The makeup stylish prepares a pink net kind of thing that resembles cotton candy with small daisies around it and some other blue painted leaf’s that resemble feathers.

“This will be the last set.” He kisses your cheek.

“Hm.”

“And I’ll kill everyone with it.” He jokes playing with your fingers.

“You always do. You look fine, oh so fine.” You peak his nose. “I’ve never thought my self-control would be tested so much when I agreed to meet you here.”

“Is your self-control being tested?” He breath as against your jaw, and you nod. “And what are you controlling yourself to not do?”

“Hm…” you pretend to think, “I can’t say it out loud.”

“Yoongi, can we prepare you?” The stylist asks interrupting you.

“Oh,” you jump off of his lap and stand back to give the team room to work.

“Y/n!” Yoongi whines as you move away and not answering him.

“Sorry babe.” You pout and he does too.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait till we get home.” He winks.

As Yoongi gets ready for the shoot you can only watch him as you wait until is time to go home.

Inside the studio, there is one of those big fabric backgrounds, where you just flip the backgrounds like you’d do a flip chart. There is a slightly greenish, kind of sage background on, the main subject of the photoshoot has a white dress shirt on, buttoned all the way up, black slacks, and shiny shoes, not that they are showing in the photos. He also sits in a tall stool.

You keep walking quietly in the back of the room, silently greeting the staff you know, doing your best to not disturb the art that is being made.

The director and star are fully immersed, they exchange opinions, ask him, the subject, to look to one side. Tilt the head a bit the other side. Look at the camera at a 45° angle, now smile a little, no don’t smile. Eyes closed, open. Wow, everyone will fall in love with this one, can I ask for your phone number after we are done? Now lift up your shoulders a little more. Can someone please fix that one hair strand that is sticking up?

You can’t help but stare at him, just like everyone else in the room. Your eyes meet and the corner of his lips quicks up in a smirk.

“Can I get some water?” He requested a pause in the shoot.

“Oh, of course you can.” The director is quickly rushing his staff.

Getting out of the stool he makes his way towards you. His cold hands cup your cheeks, and a soft kiss is placed on your lips. To fight the urge to touch his styled hair you bury your hands inside your coat pockets.

“Hey, handsome.” You greet.

“Hey, babe” Yoongi smiles before pecking your lips once again.

His manager goes over to the director, in an attempt to give you both a little bit of privacy. You make a mental note to thank him later.

“Something’s wrong?”

“Besides the fact I want to ruin your perfectly styled hair?” You ask, before pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“You can do whatever you want.” The man purrs, letting his head fall to the side.

“I can’t, and I already took too much of everyone’s time. Go back to work.” You say gently pushing your boyfriend away and tapping his ass.

Yoongi pouts cutely as he walks backwards towards the shooting space. “I still have another couple styles to do.”

You snap some photos of him on your phone, knowing that when he gets the photos later he’ll send them all to you so you can pick the ones you want as your background.

There aren’t many props around and Yoongi is a pro, which makes the shoot move faster. He changed his sweater to a white dress shirt with some ruffles and a black cardigan. His stylist combs his hair, taming it down and fixing some strands so now his hair parts to the side so now it shows all the layers with the ends lightly peaking up.

Yoongi keeps on making funny faces to you as you watch him through the mirror of the makeup station. It’s a small studio so the makeup and hair station is in a corner of the room right beside the bathroom. Your chair is not too far from where he is sitting.

“Ahoy!” You greet him as you walk closer.

“I’m not a pirate.” He glares playfully.

“No? So, what are you? A lord?” You push your hands inside your pockets fighting the urge to run them though his hair.

“Just Min Suga.” He pulls you closer.

“You look like someone from an old European movie.” You make fun of him.

“And you are just jealous that I’m looking this good and you can’t touch me.” Yoongi rolls his eyes at you.

“Where is the ‘you can do whatever you want’?” You ask, mimicking him just moments earlier.

“That’s okay, I’ll wait.” You nod.

“Are you sure? I can ask my man anger to-“

Placing a finger on his lips you shush him. “I’ll wait. Now go back there and finish your work so everyone can go home early and enjoy their night.”

The next hairstyle is just simply parting his hair in the middle and changing his pirate shirt to a normal dress shirt. His hair stylist chats with you as he takes the photos talking about how healthy and silky his hair feels and how envious she’s of it. You can’t help but agree with her, especially since he just washes it with shampoo without any special care, while you care a lot for your hair, and it is far from looking healthy and shiny like his.

During the shoot she excused herself and took a bottle of water to the set. She sprays some on his hair preparing for the next style, the director asks her to stop and takes some photos of Yoongi with half damp hair. As always he looks like a snack for you and you can only wait until the shoot is done.

He comes back to the makeup station and pulls you to his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist as the director calls a break so the styling team can prepare the props for the last round. His hairstylist already dampened his hair and bushed it all back. The makeup stylish prepares a pink net kind of thing that resembles cotton candy with small daisies around it and some other blue painted leaves that resemble feathers.

“This will be the last set.” He kisses your cheek.

“Hm.”

“And I’ll kill everyone with it.” He jokes playing with your fingers.

“You always do. You look fine, oh so fine.” You peak his nose. “I’ve never thought my self-control would be tested so much when I agreed to meet you here.”

“Is your self-control being tested?” He breathes as against your jaw, and you nod. “And what are you controlling yourself to not do?”

“Hm…” you pretend to think, “I can’t say it out loud.”

“Yoongi, can we prepare you?” The stylist interrupts you.

“Oh,” you jump off of his lap and stand back to give the team room to work.

“Y/n!” Yoongi whines as you move away and not answering him.

“Sorry babe.” You pout and he does too.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait till we get home.” He winks.

As Yoongi gets ready for the shoot you can only watch him as you wait until it is time to go home.

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scriptmin · 6 years

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Scum’s Wish [M]

100wtsily — 032. “It looks good on you.” (continuation of 051.)

Characters: Taehyung x Reader, Jungkook Genre: Smut, toxic relationships beware, voyeurism, slight breathplay / Words: 3k

Summary: Scum like you had no right to wish, yet wishing was all you had ever done—all you could ever do.

Some ways into the transition from the extremely public expanse of Taehyung’s living room to the great unknown beyond the colossal, glossy wooden steps, you had fallen behind your companion in pace, though you couldn't tell if it were due to the aftermath of the wave you had just ridden out, or by the slow ebb of coherence and sobriety seeping back into your consciousness. You were beginning to piece together your thoughts now, and that chain had hinted at consequences about which you were none too keen.

Yet your feet had trailed you dutifully after your man of the night. You had arrived on the second floor just in time to see his lithe, black figure slip past the second door to the right, which was left open in wait of your own arrival. Clenching your fists, you followed in after him.

While you had been expecting a bedroom of some sort, and the one you found yourself currently amidst was nothing short of ordinary (as ordinary as things could be, considering the circumstances), there was something about it that startled you nonetheless. But no matter the number of times your eyes drifted from the four-poster bed, to the velvet ottoman positioned at the foot of it, across the Persian rug to the upholstered loveseat at the opposite wall—you could not quite decipher the strangeness of this room.

Not until Taehyung’s necktie had hit the floor.

The room was by no means spartan, but it was so terribly bare. There was no ounce of life within it, no little messes, no dirty laundry under the bed. It bore a showroom-like quality, and you were on display within it.

“What are we doing?” You asked, just barely past the doorway.

Two buttons of his black collared shirt now undone, and the cuffs of his sleeves rolled just above his elbows, Taehyung smiled at you, the gesture beckoning your body forward, until he could place a well-calculated hand over your hip. “We wait.”

On instinct, you had angled your head to the door, which for the first few seconds had remained clear of any other persons. But you were prompted to keep your eyes on it a little more, and it wasn't long until you had caught the first glimpses of two shadows moving towards the entryway.

“You've decided to join us?” The voice was Taehyung’s and bore a subtle smirk, even though you hadn't turned to look. You were much too focused on the other man in the room, the one who was stood rigidly behind the girl of a smaller frame, the one whose eyes, too, had found nothing but yours.

“It was an offer we simply couldn't resist,” the girl chimed. On two slender fingers dangled a pair of sparkling silver stilettos, shoes which she had foregone for a more comfortable, barefoot skip to the loveseat against the wall. Her other hand was hooked around Jungkook’s, who, promoted by her tugging, had regained some sense of mobility and followed her.

“What are you doing?” You had decided to hiss instead. But Taehyung only smiled, his hand reaching around your trembling frame to pull at the zipper of your dress.

“Helping you,” he whispered, before he took a decidedly cold step back. His grin had melted into that of a borderline scowl, which could be argued were simply his features at rest. With the change in demeanor, the tone of his voice had shifted starkly, “Strip.”

It took a lot to not flinch by the whiplash of his command, but it wasn't quite fear that gripped you, it was the weight of their gazes, the weight of your own confidence or lack thereof. The jostling metal sounds had returned some coherence to you, and your gaze had fallen to the movement around his hips, where he was just beginning to undo his belt.

You moved then. Easily reaching around to your back to tug the final half of the zipper, slipping out of your dress like pulling a glove off your hand. You had opted to remove your shoes as well, coming off the painful height of at least four inches, where Taehyung could tower over you, his large, broad frame providing some sort of cover against the nakedness of both your body and the room you stood within.

His belt hit the floor the same time your bra fell from your body. Pleased with you, he then said, “Suck.”

It was becoming positively difficult to breathe in that room, be it by your own suppressed eagerness or the number of bodies here that were stealing oxygen. But you were on the verge of panting as you moved to undo the rest of his slacks, sliding them down his legs at the same time you sank to your knees. You paused for a moment, mentally regarding your two audiences who had been watching silently and unmovingly thus far. Then you had lifted your head to look at him, to look at the most microscopic of smiles that he was affording you.

Hooking your fingers around the waistband of his briefs, you pulled them down until his cock sprung free, tight against his belly, leaking pre-cum down the veiny and pulsing shaft. You started from the base, flattening your tongue up his length, putting pressure on the ridges of the veins before wrapping your mouth around the head. Taehyung made no sound, but the fingers carding through your hair was indication of something at the very least.

You lowered yourself down his cock, grazing your teeth gently as you went, taking him deeper and deeper, beyond the past limit you could remember. You wanted to impress him. As your cheeks hollowed out, you reached a hand up to fondle his balls, fingers massaging and tugging along with the movement of your mouth.

The man hissed, hips bucking. Your head instinctively tilted back as you began gagging around him, the sensations eliciting a throaty groan from the man above you. He pulled out, letting his cock fall into his palm as you gathered yourself, a string of spit still connecting you and he. Using the hand in your hair as leverage, he pulled your head back again, teasing your lips with the head, dragging it from one cheek to the other, teasingly slipping his tip past the opening of your mouth as he went.

“Didn't have a lot of practice before, did you?” He commented quietly. You could only look at him in embarrassed silence. “Mm, no, don't worry. Just keep still and let me use you.”

He pushed back in, slower this time, as you slackened your jaw to take more of him. You began curling your tongue against him as he thrusted, moaning around his cock as he hit the back of your throat. The small vibrations had his eyes falling shut, his lips parting as he breathed heavier and heavier above you. When his thrusts began getting frantic, he had pulled out of you, replacing the warm glove of your mouth with his own fist, pumping fervently towards his release.

Your hands joined his, soon replacing them as they fell limply to his sides, head falling back as you worked him.

“Open wide, baby.”

You caught most of his cum in your mouth, swallowing quickly, the rest dribbling down your chin and cheek. Taehyung continued to stroke himself as you rose shakily to your feet. There was an odd sense of satisfaction when he studied your face, grinning at the glistening mess you sported.

“It looks good on you.” Pulled in by the waist, your naked chest was now flush against his still clothed body. “You can take one more cock in that mouth of yours while I get hard for you again, can't you?”

But it was evident he wasn't looking for a reply. You could only gasp helplessly when he pressed the length of his cock against your dripping cunt, rubbing back and forth from clit to ass, the head tantalizingly catching at your entrance. Literally breathless now, you nodded frantically, desperate either to be filled there and then or be rid of such sinister teasing entirely.

Thankfully or not, Taehyung stepped away, kicking his slacks and briefs aside. Still nursing his semi-hard dick, he turned to Jungkook, who sat desperately rubbing a palm over the tent in his pants.

“Your turn now. Fuck her mouth like you fuck the others.”

You stared in shock as the men exchanged places; Jungkook rising to his feet and Taehyung sinking down, automatically letting the eager girl take over his ministrations.

“I want you on the bed, baby, facing me.” By that point you were grateful for anything that could save you from excruciating eye contact with the man at the core of your previous humiliation. You moved with question, quickly, fluidly, settling on a full kneeling position, heels against the back of your thighs. “And you, on the ottoman.”

You could only watch as Jungkook strode forward, stripping off his lower half before positioning himself with two knees bent atop the chair.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

His eyes betrayed nothing. His hands continued moving, pulling his hard cock from the confines of his briefs. “I was invited. Now suck, it's what you've always wanted, isn't it?”

And to think you had felt enough for him to even think of confessing. To have even attempted it at all. Yet you could not deny the stubborn palpitations of your heart, rapid and uncontrollable at the mere sight of him, of him like that in front of you. Unlike what many liked to think, you and Jungkook had in fact never shared any sort of sexual intimacy. There was never a need for him to turn to you, his best friend since the volatile and generally unattractive adolescent years, when he had an entire harem of college girls at his beckoning. In many ways, he was much like Taehyung, just not as refined.

Holding your gaze with him, you dipped a hand between your thighs, gathering the slick juices in your hand before coating his cock with it. As taunting as Jungkook was, even he could not hold back the moan as you pumped him, once, twice, before you were lowering yourself onto all fours, taking him into your mouth.

You suckled at the tip first, tonguing at the slit of his cock and relishing in his breathy moans.

“God if I knew you took cock like this I’d let you have mine sooner.” He had gripped the back of your head, fucking himself down your throat. “You'd be content with that, wouldn't you? D- Didn't have to fucking ruin everything with your stupid confession.”

In some ways, you were thankful for having your mouth full, because otherwise he'd have known that you were once again speechless in the wake of his blistering comments. A usual occurrence in the course of your friendship; and you didn't say this with spite or hurt. Banter was everything about you two. But not like this. Never like this.

But you knew above all that he was enjoying what you were doing to him, or at the very least, what he felt because of it. The only way you knew how to win was by giving him more, by showing him that his pleasure was entirely on you.

You popped your mouth off his cock, catching your breath. There was something in your blood now, some sort of liquid courage or the general lack of shame. But you had found it in you to grab his hand, to trace it down your body to the valley between your thighs. Pressing his finger into your cunt along with your own digit, you began grinding against your combined ministrations, making sure he had clear view.

“God, fuck…”

And you had resumed your mouth on him, taking every inch of what his hips thrusted into you.

“You're good… b-better than I imagined.” A crook of his finger had you moaning around him. He grunted out, “better than the others.”

There was a sudden dip in the mattress, a rip in the otherwise private sphere that had formed around your two connected bodies. You could only know that to be Taehyung. A warmth had come over your ass, a familiar pressure being applied to your slit, gliding up and down between your wet folds. The sensation was enough for your legs to give out, but you held on, trembling in anticipation. His gentle hand smoothed down your arched back, coming to rest at your hip.

Then he had rammed into you. Slamming balls deep with a force that had your face barreling into Jungkook’s pelvis, cock even deeper down your throat. You pulled away from him, moaning at volumes you had been holding back until now. You felt Taehyung pull back, tip almost falling out of your cunt, before slamming back in. But as you braced for his next thrust, it had disappointed you to realise he had gone completely still inside you.

He leaned over your back, your bodies molding together. Licking at the lobe of your ear, he whispered, “Keep him in your mouth, baby. I want him pleasured at my expense.”

Shaking, you had opened your mouth once more, allowing him to guide Jungkook’s cock towards your opening. You sucked hard on him, as if to show you were planning on keeping that promise. Satisfied, Taehyung had moved to grip your hips firmly in his hands, even laughing a bit as you started grinding your ass around his cock, desperate for him to move.

And move he did, pounding into you relentlessly, each thrust causing you to impale your face with Jungkook’s cock.

“S- so hot… you're so fucking hot like that. Being used by two men. Can I come in your mouth? Can I come in her mouth?”

Tears were spilling from your eyes, having no form of vocal release with your mouth stuffed full.

“I'll let you do it over her cunt once she's taken my cum like the good girl she is.” The words alone had you clenching around him, feeling his bare dick rub against your walls. It appeared Taehyung felt it too with the short stutter of hips and a feral grunt.

You felt something soft and cold slip around your neck, along with a strong, sturdy arm wrapping your torso, just under your bouncing breasts. Before you could piece together what was happening, you were heaved upright, your back now pressed against Taehyung’s chest.

He continued to hold his arm under your breast as he fucked upwards into you, the new angle permitting him to hit a newfound sweetspot that had you absolutely begging for more. The thing around your neck, which felt more and more like satin fabric, began to tighten against your throat, cutting off just that bit of airflow.

“Show him, baby. Show him how good you feel with my cock up your pussy.”

There was no longer a need to think, his words had translated seamlessly into movement, your knees spreading further apart, giving the other man a good look at how your cunt buried his cock hilt deep, fitting him like a glove, how your combined juices dripped down your thigh in rivers of pearl.

“I'm close… s- so close,” you barely breathed out. At that, Taehyung had tightened the tie around your neck, dotting your half-lidded eyes with galaxies.

“Then cum. Let him see how good I milk you. Let him see what he's given up.” In your own eagerness to reach your peak, you started lifting yourself up and fucking down on him in time with his thrusts, the motions causing your tits to bounce wildly over Taehyung’s arm.

At the smallest crack of your eyes open, you had witnessed a feminine hand now wrapped around Jungkook’s slick length, pumping in time with your and Taehyung’s movements. The girl, grinning proudly over his shoulder, was mouthing something to you.

Touch yourself.

Barely fighting against the restrain around your throat, you reached an blind hand to your swollen clit, gasping at the slightest pressure your fingertips had applied. You began rubbing circles, slow at first, then speeding up in time with his thrusts, until you grew experimental enough to dip one finger inside yourself, stretching your cunt with only a small burn.

“Fuck… you're desperate aren't you?” He grunted into your ear. “Hurry baby, I'm close too.”

With the addition of a second finger, you were soon fucking yourself over your orgasm, muscles freezing and convulsing. Taehyung’s thrusts grew shallow and erratic, until he had joined you shortly into your burst of pleasure, bruising your cunt until he rode out his own high.

Just as his cock had slipped out of your dripping hole, he quickly brought your hand to scoop whatever juices that had fallen out back into you, shoving two of your fingers in.

“What are you-”

Your words were cut by sudden large movements. Unable to do much in your position, you could only allow him to lean you back into a half lying position, your bodies still pressed together, chest to back, his softening dick snug between your ass cheeks. Even without Taehyung’s instructions, his trusty girl friend had nudged Jungkook forward. Arrested by his impending orgasm, the man barely made it towards you, jaw-slacked and panting for release.

You felt Taehyung hook a hand under your knee, lifting your leg up towards your chest. “Open wide baby.”

It was a bizarre sight, watching Jungkook from that angle. It was something you would never have an explanation for even on your most sober day. For now you could only relish in it, etch every tensed muscle, every twitch of his brow, the heaving of his chest, the shape of his dick, into memory. Because for everything about you he had given up, you had lost equally.

When the first ropes of thick, white cum landed on your navel, you had pulled away your fingers, feeling your combined orgasms dribble out of your soaking hole, and Jungkook’s new release slide between your folds.

By force of will or the intense dread of having to deal with the awkward aftermath of clean up and dress up, you began losing consciousness, the claws of exhaustion dragging you into the depths of slumber.

When you awoke the following morning, there was nothing but emptiness—both in spirit and in body.

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ahloveisboo · 5 years

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namjoon (2)

as part of the "100 ways to say i love you" drabble game. [masterlist]

➸ 66. Stay over. (2.2k, smut, implicit safe sex with a dash of fluff)

There's something about the way Namjoon pushes his hair aside, the locks longer than he's used to. He hasn't had a haircut in a while and frankly, you don't really mind. He breaks away from the television screen casting gloomy greys and whites onto the opposite walls. "What?"

You smile, reaching up your hand to follow the motion of his own just seconds ago. "Nothing." You pause, noticing the dimples in his cheeks deepening when he can't suppress a smile. "Your hair looks great."

It's been three months since you asked him out. Your burst of bravery to take the first step caught him by surprise because the only setting he'd ever seen you wear your self-confidence on your sleeve, you were five vodkas deep into the evening and tried to challenge him to a dance-off. (No need to go further into detail on that one.) He'd taken so long to answer that you'd already mumbled an apology, pulled your sleeves over your palms in embarrassment, and were six steps away from the door when he yelled a firm "yes" after you.

On your first date, even though it was supposed to be your date, he took you to his favourite coffee shop. Nothing special in itself, weren't it for the fact that the staff absolutely adored him and made sure to slip him the keys after closing. It was decorated with candles and petals and he'd made sure your favourite classical piece was playing in the background as you shared a slice of delicious cheesecake with him. You recall it so clearly, because he'd remembered you're lactose intolerant and asked the chef to make the necessary adjustments. It was the best damn piece of cheesecake you ever had.

On your second date you took him to a comic book store. Last time you were there (back when it was just a crush) your eyes had fallen onto a brand new series that you knew Namjoon would like, but thought it too awkward to get him such a gift for no particular reason. This way you could show it to him, no strings attached, and have a bite to eat afterwards. He bought the first volume and couldn't shut up about it for the next three weeks. And every time he did, you smiled.

Date number three was at the planetarium. It's your favourite one so far— both geeking out looking up at the dome ceiling counting stars, having a joint existential crisis over the fact that we humans are a mere speck of dust in a vast, ever expanding universe that we'll never be able to comprehend nor explore to full capacity. If you're looking for something that creates a bond, existential dread will do that for you.

Fourth date, and three weeks into making it Facebook Official™, you took a trip to the coast. As much as you were indifferent to the concept of crowded beaches and overpriced seaside restaurants, you loved the ocean and watching the sun go down over the sound of breaking waves. You stayed in a small apartment with just enough room for a bed, sofa, and kitchenette that Namjoon used to make a stunning replica of your first date cheesecake.

Some would say two months into a relationship is nothing compared to what's to come, or a cynic would note that there's no certainty in love (or whatever social construct people choose to believe in these days) but to you it felt solid. Namjoon felt solid. A comforting solid, with broad shoulders and dimples, deep voice, great cock.

You glance at the clock, dangerously nearing the time you're supposed to leave at. Namjoon clicks his tongue, pulling your attention back to him before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips. The first one is light, a kiss that could say hello or how was your day?. The second one is stronger. One could argue it to be more of a goodbye kiss, or a I'm so proud of you smooch. Or even a hey I really like you and I never want to stop kissing you one.

The third one pushes you back into the sofa, tongue slipping between your lips and claiming your mouth. An unspoken stay over or let me make you feel good.

You wrap your arms around Namjoon's neck, pulling him closer. His hand slips behind your back, flattening against your sweater right below your bra. Arching off the sofa, you move against him, legs curling around his waist to connect your clothed heats. You can tell he's already semi-hard, even through the two layers of jeans. You graze your teeth along his earlobe, earning you a repressed moan from Namjoon.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he mumbles against the column of your neck, peppering kisses along the skin and biting softly the places he knows you like. You grin, gently nudging his face back to align with yours, allowing you to lock eyes.

"Tell me again," you whisper, licking your lips before you playfully kiss his nose, his cheek, his chin.

Namjoon scoffs, snaking his hand underneath your shirt to unclasp your bra. The other swiftly moves over your lower area, cupping between your legs with just the right amount of pressure. "I'm not playing tonight," he notes, tugging at your bottom lip. "I want you out of these clothes and in my lap, now."

There's a moment where he slowly rubs along your crotch for good measure, and then his weight lifts off you as he stands to undo his trousers, swiftly followed by his shirt and boxers. You try not to stare at his upright cock while fumbling to unbutton your jeans, but your mind is getting cloudy and suddenly a button is that impossible math equation on your final exam minutes before the bell rings.

"I'm- Fuck it," you snap, deciding you can't wait and dropping in front of Namjoon instead. Namjoon takes a step back and wraps his fingers around his cock.

"You're still wearing clothes," he states, once stroking along his shaft for emphasis. You look up at him through your eyelashes, swallowing hard. Namjoon remains unmoving, staring you down. It's obvious how much he's enjoying this— his neck is getting flushed and his dick is twitching in his hand.

"But it's just my jeans-" you start, watching him flick his wrist again, still not allowing you to touch him.

You ball your fist and stand slowly— hold his gaze as you finally rid yourself of your jeans, agonizingly slow. "Better?" you pur, sitting back down on the sofa with your legs crossed.

Namjoon squints at your teasing but, with two long strides he's standing in front of you. He reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips to finally push them apart. "Say it," he speaks softly, yet his voice is coloured with a tinge of urgence.

You swirl your tongue around his digit, sucking on it gently and releasing it with a pop. "I want you in my mouth."

Namjoon's hand slips into your hair, grabbing a handful as he positions himself in front of you, fingers still wrapped around his cock. He's pumping at regular speed now, and you're wondering if he wants you to suck him off or just cum on your tongue.

"Open up for me, baby," he says, voice low and demanding. "Take it like a good girl."

You obey, allowing Namjoon past your lips. At first you don't move, thinking Namjoon would like to take control today but he just sighs, welcoming the warmth of your mouth with a moan. Breathing in, you lick around his shaft to your best abilities, rolling around the head until he tightens the grip on your hair. You take this as a sign to start moving, gently bobbing up and down to take in all you can. You tilt your head to the side and back as you move, making sure you get all of him, and soon his breath is ragged. His panting fills you with joy and a heat pooling between your own legs.

With Namjoon holding his dick, your hands are free to roam your body as you suck him off— pinching your nipples and teasing between your thighs, moaning around Namjoon as you brush over your most sensitive parts. His cock twitches— watching you pleasure yourself with him still in your mouth, and he has to pull out to stop himself from coming right here and now.

"Jesus fuck, you're so hot," he slurs, hooded eyes roaming over your flushed skin. He bends to press a kiss to your forehead and you chuckle.

"Even in dominant mode, you're still a big old softie," you say as you pull him in by the waist, lowering yourself so he can lay on top of you. He shifts his weight to one side so he can brush the hair out of your face.

"For you, always. But for now, I just want to make your toes curl and fuck you so hard you forget your own name," he adds, his lips catching yours as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your legs spread for him as if pulled apart by strings, begging to feel him where you need him most. You feel him smile against your lips as he touches between your folds, knowing he's the reason you're dripping wet. All for him, and him only.

"Don't you dare say it," you warn, half in jest, but you kiss him to make sure he doesn't utter those words anyway.

Namjoon laughs, inserting two fingers in response, and you gasp into his mouth at the new sensation. If he curls them just right, you could come undone in little over a minute, you realise. If he hits the spot like last time— your back arches off the sofa, your fingers dig into Namjoon's back, and your lips slightly part as Namjoon hits your sweet spot. "Oh god," you gasp, trying not to squirm as he hits it again. His thumb flicks over your clit as he continues to slide his fingers in and out, and suddenly your mouth feels dry, thirsting for more of Namjoon than he can give you.

For a second, you contemplate stopping him because you want to climax together. But then Namjoon's mouth is on your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud and gently tugging as he hits the spot again, and you're at the point of no return. "Joon-," you moan, grinding against his fingers for more friction. "F-Faster."

Namjoon complies, and five seconds later you're a moaning mess, eyebrows furrowing and relaxing again as your mouth falls open, nothing but bliss written on your face. Namjoon pumps a few more times to let you ride out your orgasm until you groan, signalling him to stop.

His lips brush over your forehead as you come down, travelling lower to kiss your eyelids, nose, corner of your mouth. Your eyes flutter open, gently dragging your fingertips along his back. “Joon-,” you start but, he cuts you off before you can say anything else. Lazily stroking your tongue with his, he slides his hand up your sides to hold your cheek.

“We can stop here if you want,” he says, never taking his lips off of yours.

Catching his lower lip between your teeth, you chuckle. “I thought you were a man of your word, Kim Namjoon.” Namjoon pulls away for a moment to admire the view beneath him.

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning I’m still painfully aware of my given name and you promised to change that.”

Namjoon holds your gaze a second too long, desire and determination reflecting in his eyes. He shifts, his palm curving along your ass as he pulls you up against his chest with the other. You're still sensitive when your clit comes in contact with his erection, a clear indication that, even though he offered you a way out, he's aching to have you.

No matter how many times you've fucked Namjoon, the size of him still surprises you. There's a faint whine as he lowers you onto him and your walls clench around his length immediately. Your name falls from his lips in deep sighs, louder each time your ass slaps against his thighs. It doesn't take long for Namjoon to be on the edge of filling you up, his breath quickening with every trust. Soon, his eyes roll into the back of his head, and you're whispering his name as the knot in your stomach tightens for the second time tonight.

It's the way Namjoon guides your hand between your sweaty bodies to rub against your clit, that makes the muscles in your lower stomach contract and your thighs quiver until you're both seeing stars, scattered along the back of your eyelids like the dome on your third date.

When Namjoon catches his breath, it's still shaky as he speaks, "That was-"

You can feel his cock getting soft inside you. Sweat is making his fringe stick to his temples and you blush, bumping your forehead against his. Knowingly, you smile. "It sure was."

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shuaffeine-rkive · 6 years

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Hi! Can I request for the 101 ways to say I love you series, numbers 37 and 42 with Jimin, a friends to lovers au?? Thank you!!!!

37 + 42. friends to lovers!jimin

❀ Can I kiss you? + Is this okay?❀ ft. FriendsToLovers!Jimin + ChildhoodFriend!Jimin❀ series masterlist❀ main masterlist❀ Genre: FLUFF ;A; | WC: 1596 words | Warnings: none

A/N: thank you so much for requesting! I’m so sorry this look a bit of time to write, but it’s longer than any of the drabbles in the series since I really liked the combination of the prompts and au (*/▽＼*) I hope you like it! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ p.s. I don’t know how to describe a kiss someone help me

Foras long as you could remember, there was never a moment in your life where ParkJimin wasn’t a constant factor in it.

Itstarted when the two of you had yet to be born, and your mothers had met in thegynaecologist waiting room. Jimin’s mother was already nearing the end of hersecond trimester while your mother had just found out that she was pregnantbarely a month prior, and the former was more than happy to share advice on howshe had breezed through her pregnancy without much trouble. The light-heartedconversation between two expectant mothers grew to become friendship afterdiscovering that your families lived in the same neighbourhood, merely a couplehouses apart, and that friendship was passed down to you and Jimin.

Asthe two of you grew up to practically glued to each other, it was natural for youto expect Jimin’s presence by your side, and vice versa. Whenever you werestruggling with keeping up with your studies and maintaining your grades, Jiminwould always be there to support you by offering to teach you concepts you werestruggling with. Whenever he struggled with mean comments from your childishclassmates about his looks, you would always be there to glare them off andshowered him with compliments, along with your infamous self-confidence speechthat Jimin could already memorise by heart from the number of times you hadsaid it to him. You were each other’s support system throughout your childhoodand teenage years, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing yearthat you were a part of each other’s lives.

Ofcourse, there were times when you would argue. You could clearly remember thefirst major argument you and Jimin had. During middle school, Jimin had anothergroup of close friends who he had often hung out with, and that had made youfeel left out. You felt as if he had abandoned you, someone he had known forpractically his whole life, for others that he only met a couple years back,but the feeling only intensified when Jimin had forgotten a promise the two ofyou made. He had promised to come to your recital, as it would be the firsttime in your life to perform solo in front of such a big audience, and hispresence was the greatest support you could ever ask for. Alas, he hadforgotten the event and instead went on a mixer event with the rest of hisgroup, leaving you to finish your performance with disappointment runningthrough your veins.

Theweek that followed was one of the worst moments of your life as you completelyignored Park Jimin’s existence. You didn’t respond to any of his texts norcalls, turning to sprint in the other direction the moment you cross paths withhim. It pained you to see the hurt reflected across his eyes each time youignored his desperate calls of your name, but you were determined not to givein. This situation was his fault – he needed to realise that, and when he did,he had shown up at your house’s door, a bouquet of your favourite gypsophilaflowers in hand and regret painted all over his face.

“I’msorry, y/n,” he said, his tone low and his eyes, filled with shame and sadness,dropped to the floor as he was afraid to meet your eyes, afraid that his bestfriend would be so upset and wouldn’t want anything to do with him anymore. “Ibroke my promise of to cheer you on for the recital for some stupid event Ididn’t even enjoy going to anyway, and there’s nothing I can say that can everundo the mistake. I’m so sorry and it’s okay if you never want to talk to meagain or if you want to slam the door in my face and throw me off the stairsbecause I deserve it and–”

Hisspeech was cut off midway as he heard a small giggle, and he slowly looked upto find you stifling a laugh behind a hand. You tried your best to not laughbut gave up when you saw his confused expression that made him look like alost, confused puppy. Jimin then realised that you weren’t as mad as he thoughtyou were and let out a small whine, pouting as you continued to laugh at him.

“Forthe record, I’m still upset with you,” you wiped away a stray tear as yousettled down, a grin still on your face, “But you know I can’t stay mad at youfor long, Jimin. Buy me all the ice cream I want for the next month and I’llconsider forgiving you?”

Jiminlet out a laugh of relief and moved in to hug you, but upon seeing the step youtook away from his outstretched arms, he hesitated, “Is this okay?”

Oneheartbeat later, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in thecrook of his neck as his arms moved around you, and you couldn’t help butwonder when Jimin had grown this tall without you noticing, and why your heart wasbeating at a faster pace than usual as he squeezed you tightly in his embrace.

Youonly figured out the reason behind your abnormal heart rate a couple yearslater, when you were already in high school. Puberty had hit Jimin like atruck, taking away the awkward Park Jimin and replacing him with a lean boywith the most charming smile known to mankind. After your fight, Jimin hadtaken the liberty of introducing you to his group of friends, thus includingyou in their inner circle of friends. Barely a month after being introduced,one of the other guys in the group, Taehyung, had gone straight to the pointand asked the question that had hung around the other guys’ minds for a while.

“Areyou two dating?” Taehyung pointed to Jimin and you, prompting Jimin to do aspit take and you choking on the burger you were eating. A couple coughs andnapkins later, the two of you turned to look at each other’s reddened facesbefore answering a solid ‘no’ at the same time. Taehyung merely raised aneyebrow at your response while the rest of the guys snickered knowingly, onlysettling down when Jimin sent them a piercing glare.

Taehyung’squestion had gotten the gears in your head spinning for the rest of the night,and you could hardly focus on the ongoing conversation on the table as yousneaked a couple glances at the boy sitting beside you. You didn’t notice itbefore, but now you could see how the little boy with chubby cheeks whose eyeswould fill up with tears after skinning his knee due to a bad fall now had a sharpjawline and a smile that sent your heart into overdrive every time. You couldsee remnants of the young Jimin in his sweet gestures and the way his eyesdisappeared when he laughs, but you could also see the boy Jimin had grown tobecome – a dangerously handsome boy who no longer needed your protection, butinstead moved to protect you from others. You didn’t know when it had started,but you knew that somewhere along the line, you had already fallen for yourbest friend – hard.

Asthe two of you separated from the rest of the group to walk home, silence fellupon the pair of you. Every once in a while, you would glance up at him only tofind him doing just the same, before the two of you averted your eyes onceagain with your cheeks tinged pink. Your heart was beating so hard you fearedthat it would rupture, and you silently cursed Taehyung for asking the unspokenquestion between the two of you. You were so preoccupied with your thoughtsthat you didn’t realise you had already walked to the front of your house, andas you squeaked out a small good night and turned to enter your home, a handwrapped around your wrist stopped you from doing so.

“Y/n,I–” Jimin started, biting his bottom lips as if he was contemplating whether tospit out his next words or not. “Can I kiss you?”

Witha heart racing at a speed you classify as dangerous, you gave him a small nod,closing your eyes as he leaned in closer towards your face. You felt your mindgo blank the moment you felt a soft pair of lips against your own, before astrong wave of emotions crashed over your very being, drowning you in a joy sointense you felt as if your heart may burst from it. You could feel his heart racingas fast as yours, but all your mind could process was how right the kiss felt, and the relief in knowing that you weren’talone in your infatuation with the boy you had grown up with. As you pulledaway from the kiss, you mustered a shy smile as he reciprocated the gesture, resultingin the two of you turning into a giggly mess past nine o’clock on Friday night,the thrill from before carrying over still.

“So,does this mean we’re dating now?” you whispered with a smile. Jimin merelysmiled even wider and pulled you into a tight embrace, and the moment your handinstinctively wrapped around his waist, you knew that this moment was fated tohappen from the start.

“Aha! So you two are dating after all!”

“Shut it Tae! I was going to confess without you asking the question anyway.”

“Yeah right, Park Jimin. When you have kids, I’m going to tell them that the reason they were born was because I helped the two of you get together.”

“Sometimes I wonder why we’re friends.”

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rnjmnster · 6 years

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010/100 ♡ 「 cupid!hoseok 」

010 // “i’m sorry for your loss.”

paring: cupid!hoseok x reader genre: sprinkle of angst, fluff word count: 419

a/n: you’re doing well

If there was one thing Hoseok was proud to boast about, it was the ability to sense the emotions and feelings of his beloved. Be it happy, excitement, anger or sadness, he could read and sense them. And one particular day, he could sense something was amiss.

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“____?”

Her head snapped up, ripping her eyes away from her phone and meeting eyes with her love. At first he didn’t continue, only staring back at her, studying her.

“Yes, Hoseok?”

“Is something wrong?”

She shook her head no, insisting everything was fine. She put her phone away and grabbed her items to leave for work. She tells him a quick bye, hurrying towards the door. But before she could grab the handle, Hoseok pulls her back, giving her a kiss that leaves her breathless.

“I love you, okay. You know you can talk to me.”

She blushes, giving him a quick peck on his cheeks and whispering, “I know.”

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____ turns the key in the door knob, opening the door to her apartment. The place is quiet. She sniffs, carelessly throwing her items on the couch, walking towards her bedroom to change out of her work clothes. She wipes the tears that started forming from her eyes again, opening the door to meet face to face with her cupid

“H-Hoseok! I thought you were out—”

He pulls her towards him, embracing her tightly.

“I’ll ask again, is something wrong? You’ve been sad lately. I know you think I don’t notice but I do. I see you with your eyes red from crying. What’s wrong, love? I told you you could tell me anything.”

“It’s nothing.” she answers him, burying her breaking voice into his chest. “I mean it’s dumb of me to feel like this. I didn’t even know him, cause he was a singer and celebrity, but his music helped me through some hard times I had and I...I’m heartbroken cause he took his own life. I know he was just a singer but he saved me back then.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Hoseok, I didn’t even know him.”

He pulls away from the embrace, cupping her face and making her look at him. He wipes the tears that had fallen down her face.

“I know. But he was an important person to you, who helped you in the past and I’m sorry you lost him.”

She buried her face into his chest again, mumbling, “I’m gonna cry again.”

And he chuckles, embracing her tightly again.

a/n: i wrote this because i wanted to talk to someone about kim jonghyun but when I did, a manager at my workplace was jokingly asking me why i was sad/crying over him when i didn’t even know him. although i think their intentions were to cheer me up by “joking”, i really just wanted someone to listen, not joke with me. - lily

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trbld-writer · 7 years

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➺ 100wtsily | #26 + #39 + #100

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: ghost!au, aNGST

Warnings: it’s very sad, mention/hints of death

Word count: 910 words

Prompts: #26. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” + #39. “Don’t cry.” + 100. “I love you.” | source

Note: I wrote this in a daze, kind of. I don’t know what this is but when I was finished, I started crying. A little thing to fight writer’s block.

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You carefully lit the candles on the cake, a small smile playing on your lips as you leaned back on your dining chair. Looking up, his pale figure was sitting across from you. A shocked gasp left your lips as you clutched your chest.

“God, you scared me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” he spoke quietly, voice hoarse and small.

You leaned forward, reaching out to him with shaking hands. His own was placed over yours but as always, you couldn’t feel his touch. Memories of how he used to hold your hand flooded your mind, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Happy birthday, Jungkook.”

Said boy smiled and attempted to blow out the candles, a gust of wind coming to his rescue. You were too busy watching his face to notice how his body had almost turned transparent. Jungkook leaned forward, leaning on his arms to press a chaste kiss on your forehead, a whispered ‘thank you’ barely reaching your ears. You two shared a few moments in comfortable silence, the adolescent’s once deep brown doe eyes wandering around nervously.

“You’ve taken away some of our photos.”

“Yes, I had to,” you mumbled, casting your gaze towards the table, “it was too painful to look at them every day. To be reminded that you’re not here with me.”

He nodded in understanding, feeling a small wave of guilt rushing over him. The departure would be harder than he thought it would be. After all, you’d been together for most of your life, starting from neighbors to best friends to lovers. He could feel his heart shattering to pieces as he thought about leaving you alone. Forever.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something,” he began. Your biggest fear was slowly creeping up on you while leaned back with furrowed brows and glossy eyes.

“You’re not gonna tell me you’re leaving, are you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened for a split second before he averted his gaze into his lap, his fiddling fingers suddenly seeming more interesting. He could already feel his chest tightening, voice shaking as he tried to articulate his messy thoughts. Damn you, oh love, for shaking up his mind.

“I have to. You need to move on. I’ve found my peace and you should too. It’s been over four years, Y/N, I can’t stand to see you broken down like this. You deserve to be happy again.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself but failing. Tears were already rolling down your cheeks and your throat constricted as you choked out your words. You started hiccupping, sobs shaking your body. You seemed so small, so helpless. It broke his heart, not being able to offer comfort.

“You can’t leave me, Jungkook! I can’t do this alone, there’s no one to help me. How do you expect me to go through this alone? We’ve been through everything together, there’s no way in fucking hell I can do this alone!”

He finally looked at you as you got up and started taking some of the leftover pictures, panic rushing through his veins. Instinctively, he stood before you, trying to take the photo from your hand as you started throwing them against the walls, the doors, everywhere. Glass shattered, the frames leaving deep imprints on the wall as you wailed, yelled, sobbed. His soft voice made you stop in your tracks of throwing one of your favorite photos in his direction.

“I’m so sorry.”

You looked at him with bloodshot, tear-filled eyes and tilted your head, as if not understanding him. Watching him, you noticed how his figure started to fade.

“No. No, no, you can’t leave me. Don’t leave me, Jungkook, please. I can’t do this without you.”

His head tilted to the side with a sad smile, hands reaching out as if to wipe your tears away. But all you felt was the fresh stream running down your puffy cheeks.

“Don’t cry. I hate seeing you like this. You’ll get better, you’ll move on. In your own pace. You will be happy again and I will be there to see it and be proud of you.”

“Jungkook-“

“I love you. Y/N, there is no person in my whole fucking life that I’ve loved this much, that I cherished this much, that I cared for this much. You were, are, and will be the only one I love. And you know that. And I know that you’re strong and you can do it. I want you to realize that I am always with you. I will watch and listen when you talk to me. But I have to go, you have to let me go. It will not help you in any way if I keep appearing. We both deserve peace, don’t we?”

You could only nod, biting your lip to suppress your sobs but failing miserably. Closing your eyes, you let the tears roll and dropped the picture. Glass shattering like your heart did. Putting your hands on your cheeks, you could almost feel the cold touch of his hands.

“I love you so much, Jungkook. I always will,” you whispered and opened your eyes. You’d hoped to catch the last glimpse of him through your blurred vision. To see him smile at you, his own tears slowly making their way down his cheeks.

But he was gone. The cake still on the dining table. And your sobs and cries the only sounds in the empty apartment.

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ksstherain-blog · 7 years

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3. "it's my treat" prompt: jungkook bumps into you while you were out getting a smoothie and ends up spilling it on you. he asks for your number so he can make up for it and unknowingly kicks off your relationship.

#i might make this into a series ??#like continuing it with other prompts from the 100wtsily #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #bts #bangtan #bangtan donyeondan #bts fluff #bangtan fluff #kpop #kpop scenario #kpop fake text #jungkook fake text #bts fake text #bts fake text blog #jungkook fluff #jeongguk fluff #kpop fluff

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jungblue · 7 years

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list credit.

001: Silver Lining → “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

002: She is of Crimson Petals → “It reminded me of you.”

#just making a separate masterlist for these due to the high number that there will eventually end up being #it'll be linked in my main masterlist from now on!#100WTSILY #masterlist #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts

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dreamystuffers · 4 years

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abt.

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sugarushsuga · 1 year

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Coming up in 2023 @sugarushsuga

Hi everyone,

One of my goals for this year is to commit myself to some of my works and put them out. And I think the best way to commit is to let people know some of the projects that I’m expecting to put out.

They don’t have a specific date to be posted yet, for some of this fics I have a general idea of when they’ll be posted, if I finish them on time, but if I don’t, I’ll just post them when I’m done.

The bellow order is not their order of posting -they are on alphabetical order because I need a sense of control on something. I’m just summarizing most of the info of the fics, to let you know what to expect of them. I May do a fic preview once I'm in the editing phase of them.

18- Drink this, you’ll feel better

Gender: Angst; Fluff;

BTS Member: Seokjin

23- I’ll wait

Gender: Fluff;

BTS Member: Yoongi

47 – Did you get my letter

Gender: Fluff;

BTS Member: Namjoon

Gender: Smut; Fluff;

BTS Member: Namjoon

Synopsis: Company Christmas parties are always boring on your eyes, just a bunch of people that you don’t want to spend time with trying to impress people that don’t care about them. Your boyfriend takes you to his company’s Christmas party, which isn’t very different, the difference is that is a bunch of famous people trying to prove themselves mor popular or better than the other. But his studio is just a few floors down to where the party is being hosted and you both have all night.

Gender: Smut; F2L;

BTS Member: Namjoon

Synopsis: Namjoon has been your best friend for years. He’s the listening ear to your problems and the one who always finds a way to make your wishes come true. All you need to do is say it out loud.

This is a trilogy, of fics sightly connected to one another all in the same universe. The titles are yet to be decided - I can’t decide the title of one of them, the other two are set. I'm still on planing phase.

Gender: Fluff (For now);

BTS Members: Seokjin; Taehyung; Jungkook

Synopsis: Sometimes we lost things in our lives, and we can never find them back, sometimes is because someone else found them. Sometimes we lose our way, and we can’t understand why or find it again. Seems like the more we look for our way the further way we get from it. But what if we need to lose ourselves to actually find who we actually are meant to be?

Gender: Fluff; Smut; Fake dating;

BTS Member: Jungkook

Synopsis: Seems like none of your relationships were made to last, they always end because you are not the one, they are looking for, that is until your last one. Three years later he is happy with someone new, and you come face to face with them when you least expect it or need it. Luckily Jungkook is there to save you. And you have no way of thanking him enough. But he does have something in mind. Take you to his sister’s fancy wedding as his fake girlfriend. A week at one of the most exclusive resorts in the country, with all paid for, just to pretend that you are in love with your attractive friend. What can go wrong? Besides the fact that he is your best friend’s friend, his whole family will be there, his longtime ex-girlfriend (whom he almost proposed to) is going to be there too, and you may be falling in love with him.

There may be more fics than just these ones, it all depends on my dedication and inspiration to write. These are the ones that I’ve committed myself to put out this year, yes or yes. But if I don’t do it, at least I’ve tried.

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100 Followers drabble Game

Hello lovelies,

About two weeks ago I reached the 100 followers milestone. But because real life is just being really overwhelming, I couldn’t celebrate it. I’m still navigating the chaos, but things are getting better.

I have a few wips that I’m working on or editing, but since I need a little more time to finish them up, I don’t have anything scheduled to be posted for the upcoming weeks so, I decided to celebrate the milestone opening my requests for a drabble game.

Please read the rules bellow.

Requests will be open from August 4th to August 26th.

I’ll be posting the drabbles as I finish them.

I’ll only take requests from the 100 ways to say I love you list.

You can pick a member from GOT7 or BTS (these are the groups I write for).

Please pick only one number per request.

I want to complete the list so if I get more than one request for the same number, I’ll pick the one who is more interesting to me to write it (I may write more than one if I really like the ideas).

You may request a specific au. (i.e., Soulmates, vampire, Royal, idol verse, etc.)

All requests will be fluff, there may be smut or a little angst but all of them FLUFF.

If you want to see more about any of my existing characters you can pick them too, just let me know (i.e.: IYOW-Namjoon, GOT House-Mark, etc.)

You may also request something from a couple of one of my wips that have yet to be announced or released, bellow is a list of all the existing and the non-released ones:

Existing characters:

GOT House – All members

Possibly- Jaebum

GTSZAbAHaGV-Vampire Yoongi (wherever you go)

Wail – Royal Hoseok

IYOW – Journalist Namjoon

Idol verse - all members GOT7 and BTS

Non released WIP:

Royal BTS – 7 Kingdoms (Series on hiatus)

Untiled – Gosht! AU – Yoongi

PF – Fake dating -Jungkook

Untitled – arranged marriage – Jimin

Untitled – Mafia - Hoseok

Requests your Drabble - please don’t forget the number

Thanks,

Mell ♥

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bite sized — 100 ways to say I love you

Genre: Rated M for almost-smut / Words: 1.1k

066. “Stay over.” | royal!jungkook (Sorry fam, I wanna do something different for every prompt, so no. 66 it is! Also I promise I’ll do fluffy in no. 74.)

There were various ways in which Jeon Jungkook could be felt.

He was on your tongue, in sweet, intoxicating peppermint; in cigarettes lit in an alleyway down the throat, warm canopies blooming over ribs, an icy shiver down the spine, electric whirlwinds in the pit of bellies, in a network of nerves and muscle at the core, but most often of all—hard and packed between your thighs.

Now, you felt him on your neck, in quick, hot puffs of air against the cool wetness where he had just claimed with banners of blue and purple. But whatever you felt of him, and he of you—it was not nearly enough. Forbidden by tradition, parted by law and the words of a royal grandmother (which one usually takes more seriously than the other), your and Jungkook’s planets were long set in orbits that were never meant to clash. Only destined to run a parallel path, never too far, yet not quite close enough to touch.

Teeth nipped at the sensitivity on your neck once more, before warm lips connected with cold skin, and you were spiraling back into the black hole you had fought so earnestly to climb out of; a moan ever lingering on the tip of your tongue. There was a sigh—his sigh—and then your chests were parted, though you still felt him down there. His cheeks were flushed, lips bright red with lust and tempt, and ears you knew to be flaming hot should you have touched them. But his eyes; his eyes were a cool shade of brown, blown pupils evident despite it all, but nonetheless, brown.

Brown was the shade of his uniform when he greeted the public. Brown was the shade of the cloak which he had draped over you in the ceremony where he claimed you his advisor up until he succeeded the throne. Advisor. Even now, you saw little to nothing of what his grandmother recognized in you that convinced her a mere scholarship student at a school for kings could serve as a worthy voice of counsel to the reckless crown prince. But you taught him regardless, and in turn, he too, had taught you.

He had taught you that the air-headed and ditzy crown prince on the internet truthfully possessed more self-control than the public gave him credit for.

This was the moment he always said it: You should go. Sometimes the words were gentle, sometimes there was just one—leave—with every shred of authority he could possibly exert over someone packed into his voice. But now, there were no words, only the movement to reclaim that same spot on your neck between the delightful plushness of his lips, tongue laving over taut skin, sucking and popping, then trailing wistful kisses up your neck, nipping lightly from earlobe to jaw, finally connecting once more his mouth to yours in one ravishing burst.

He skimmed a broad palm up your thigh, a touch so light yet so intense that it had left a trail of blazing embers in its wake. And that palm traveled higher and higher, past the hem of your skirt, squeezing the flesh on your ass before his fingers dipped down the waistband of safety-shorts, and the petite lace affair beneath it, tugging—but only an inch. All movements halted there, even your combined breathings seemed to have stilled. Every nerve, every cell, every fiber of your beings concentrated on that single breach of territory that neither of you dared perpetuate nor abolish. In that moment, the world belonged to you and he.

“A dilemma greets the prince,” You whispered against the corner of his mouth, “Whatever shall he do now?”

His eyelashes dusted the apples of your cheeks, and there was another small peck to your lips, though it lacked not one percent of the desire that churned within him. He said nothing for a while, resuming his mission to cover every inch of your face with kisses. But he stopped at last at your temple, your faces side by side. Your gaze burned through the mirror hanging over his bed frame.

“Stay over,” he mumbled at last, hot and breathy against the shell of your ear. He affirmed again: “Stay.”

You dared not speak, dared not move, fearing that even the smallest interruption might threaten to shatter this fragile daydream you have concocted. Jungkook waited. He waited, and waited, and waited until he could wait no longer. He was moving now, aligning his gaze with yours, taking your chin between a thumb and index. When he spoke, the movement of his mouth brushed against yours.

“Do something, if you can’t speak. Anything.”

It was as if he had known your eyes were searching, for he had kept his unblinking, allowing you to pry to your heart’s desire for any trace of a lie, or a trick. But both you and he knew that you would find nothing of that sort. And it was then that you regained control over your nerves, and you moved.

Your hips rocked forward, pressing his hardness tighter against your throbbing core, the brief heat of his jeans rubbing against the fabric under your skirt adding a new element to the pleasure world you had thus far explored. You felt his ribs jut out against your chest, expanding to accommodate the soft gasp he had unwittingly let out. His head fell back slightly, exposing just enough of his neck for you to witness the strained bob of his adam’s apple. He liked it—so you did it again. And again, and again, until he was breathing down your neck, and you down his—until there were two strong hands on each ass cheek, and he was lifting you off of him, and himself off the chair, rotating your bodies such that it was your back that fell first onto the plush mattress that seemed to welcome your presence after decades of longing.

“What happens,” you breathed, watching him unbuckle the leather belt around his waist with growing hunger, “if we do this?”

The material was flung aside with feral-like strength, along with his own jeans and your underwear, leaving you bare beneath your skirt. That was when you had sat up, your hands joining his at the waistband of his boxer briefs. He fell into your awaiting palms, thick and hot and pulsing, saliva pooling under your tongue. He guided you into two long pumps, groaning under your touch, before he had knocked you back down by the shoulder, inserting two rough digits into your entrance.

“We do it again,” he answered, pulling back and thrusting deeper. He bit down on your bottom lip, dragging his teeth across the swollen flesh before releasing it with a pop. “And again. And again. We fuck so hard that traditions go to shit and the law bends over backwards so that I can call you mine.”

#bangtanwriters-net #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #jungkook scenarios #bts 100wtsily

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Genre: Angst, college!au / Words: 917 092. “I want you to be happy.” | exboyfriend!taehyung

“Tae, you’re back! Haven’t seen you at any of the parties I thought you’d completely forgot about the new semester.”

The experiences gained from three years in a boarding school crawling with two-faced foxes had conditioned a great deal of skepticism in you, and combined with the harshness of the ultra-elite environment you grew up in, it was almost to the point of irreversible cynicism. Yet despite all that, you found you had paused every motion—boxing up the pounding headache, shoving the nausea bubbling in your throat back down to the pits of your stomach—just so you could put yourself in the ideal internal environment to catch the voice that would follow:

“How can I possibly forget about a degree that I literally bust ass to pay for? Great to see you bud, now get me my usual.”

It was him.

Once the affirmation had traveled from the bed of your ear to the nerves in your brain, it was decided by aforementioned organ that the best reaction your body was capable of was to remain completely still. And it was during this momentary loss of function that the discomfort you fought so hard to push back came crashing into your senses, crushing your bones and tackling the breaths out of your lungs. You were absolutely positive that you would throw up right there and then.

But you hadn’t.

You had, instead, found yourself trapped between the wall behind your seat and the physical embodiment of your Achilles heel—your worst nightmare and your hymn of salvation.

It appeared that he too had all but expected you, recognition flashing dangerously in his irises, the contortion of his handsome, boyish features from one of mild surprise to that of utter disgust, pure despise, revealing all that you needed to know of his inner thoughts. Even with that, he found it insufficient in making clear the kind of position you now had in his life, and he had gone on to spit, with no reservations whatsoever, a remark that had single-handedly demolished all fantasies of making amends.

“What are you doing here.”

“I… I—”

It was apparent in the ever-so subtle upward cock of his chin, the whitening of his knuckles around his own takeaway cup, that his question was purely rhetorical in nature, that he no longer owned a shred of interest, nor concern, for whatever business you might have in showing your face at a place he presumably frequented. And he had spun curtly in his heels, stalking away from the nook in the coffee shop where you’d believed to find unparalleled solace, his figure going out of sight once he had made a left turn, the bell chime at the door signaling his decisive exit.

And you ran. Ditching your beverage, ditching your solace, and perhaps ditching even the final remains of your pride to pursue the man you once let go of. What you had hoped to achieve by pleading your case to someone who clearly no longer wanted to hear it, you had no idea. All you were certain of was that if you allowed Kim Taehyung to walk away from you, you may as well kill yourself right that instant.

“Hey, wait—!” You had not been naïve enough as to think he would bother stopping for you, which was why you did not go slack in your pace, instead speeding up so that you had managed to cut his path, arrest his focus. “Taehyung… please.”

He was quick to avert his eyes, not wanting to spare you the slightest hint of attention. “Get out of my way, Y/N.”

“Why are you in this school? You… The scholarship from before would’ve sent you to First College, why—”

“Do you really think,” the man sneered, briefly meeting your desperate eyes with a gaze overflowing with contempt, “that I would, for even one second, let myself enroll in a school so corrupted it practically reeked of you? I’d rather shoot myself in the foot.”

When the man proceeded to sidestep and brush past, you had shamelessly jumped into his new path, raising your arms as barricade. “I understand why you’re angry.” Aided by his physical height, Taehyung had angled his scope of vision downwards, palpable condescension shooting laser-like out of his mahogany orbs. It was quite difficult to believe that a feature once so filled with warmth could change into that. You supposed you had no one to blame but yourself.

“And I’m sorry. I know I screwed y—”

“Don’t fucking apologize.” If it had been only his eyes that you met, there was no way you would recognize him, no way that the sheer hostility displayed in them now could possibly reflect an inch of what this man once was. You no longer knew Kim Taehyung. “That would make me truly pathetic.”

You no longer knew him. Which was why he had managed to push past your deflating barrier, the force of his shoulder crashing against yours simply knocking every inkling of cognitive function out of you. But by some twist of fate, a stroke of miraculous luck, you had found the strength to to turn, to lift your arm, to hold on to him. You had found the strength to say:

“You can hate me all you want, but let me be selfish one more time: the next time you think of me, be it by your own volition or not, I want you to know that always, always—I want you to be happy.”

#bangtanwriters-net #bts scenarios #taehyung scenarios #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts 100wtsily #taehyung fanfic

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scriptmin · 7 years

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bite sized — 100 ways to say I love you

07 of 100 complete | next update Unknown (These drabbles have potential to become full-fledged one-shots and series, so don’t hold back in showing your love.)

Want to see a prompt written out? Request here.

Summary: In many ways, love was immeasurable, but it felt as though if I uttered these words often enough, someday my feelings would reach you.

001. “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” 002. “It reminded me of you.” 003. “No, no, it’s my treat.” 004. “Come here. Let me fix it.” 005. “I’ll walk you home.” | yoongi [R] 006. “Have a good day at work.” 007. “I dreamt about you last night.” | seer!yoongi [R] 008. “Take my seat.” 009. “I saved a piece for you.” 010. “I’m sorry for your loss.” 011. “You can have half.” 012. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” 013. “Sorry I’m late.” 014. “Can I have this dance?” 015. “I made your favourite.” 016. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” | ghost!jungkook 017. “Watch your step.” 018. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” 019. “Can I hold your hand?” 020. “You can borrow mine.” 021. “You might like this.” 022. “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.” | fantasy!yoongi 023. “I’ll wait.” 024. “Just because.” 025. “Look both ways.” 026. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” 027. “Try some.” 028. “Drive safely.” 029. “Well, what do you want to do?” 030. “One more chapter.” 031. “Don’t worry about me.” 032. “It looks good on you.” 033. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” 034. “That’s okay, I bought two.” 035. “After you.” 036. “We’ll figure it out.” 037. “Can I kiss you?” 038. “I like your laugh.” 039. “Don’t cry.” 040. “I made this for you.” 041. “Go back to sleep.” 042. “Is this okay?” 043. “I picked these for you.” 044. “I’ll drive you to the hospital.” | your lie in april!taehyung 045. “What do you want to watch?” 046. “You can go first.” 047. “Did you get my letter?” | rebel!jungkook 048. “I’ll do it for you.” 049. “Call me when you get home.” | heir!jimin, arranged marriage!au [R] 050. “I think you’re beautiful.” 051. “Are you sure?” | rebound!taehyung, college!au [R] 052. “Have fun.” 053. “Sit down, I’ll get it.” 054. “I made reservations.” 055. “I don’t mind.” 056. “It brings out your eyes.” 057. “There is enough room for both of us.” 058. “You don’t have to say anything.” | onesided!yoongi 059. “Wow.” | idol!reader x yoongi 060. “Happy birthday.” 061. “I’ll pick it up after work.” 062. “It can wait until tomorrow.” 063. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” 064. “It’s two sugars, right?” 065. “I’ll help you study.” 066. “Stay over.” | royal!jungkook [R] 067. “I did the dishes.” 068. “You didn’t have to ask.” | fwb!jungkook [R] 069. “I bought you a ticket.” 070. “You’re warm.” | wolf!jungkook 071. “No reason.” 072. “I’ll meet you halfway.” 073. “Take mine.” 074. “We can share.” | nerd!jungkook, highschool!au [R] 075. “I was just thinking about you.” 076. “I want you to have this.” 077. “Call me if you need anything.” 078. “Do you want to come too?” 079. “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.” 080. “Is your seatbelt on?” 081. “Sweet dreams.” 082. “I was in the neighbourhood.” 083. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.” | vampire diaries!jungkook 084. “The key is under the mat.” 085. “It doesn’t bother me.” | college!taehyung, colour ring!au [R] 086. “You’re important too.” 087. “I saved you a seat.” 088. “I’ll see you later.” 089. “I noticed.” | nagi no asukara!yoongi 090. “You can tell me anything.” | roommate!jimin [R] 091. “I hope you like it.” 092. “I want you to be happy.” | exboyfriend!taehyung 093. “I believe in you.” 094. “You can do it.” 095. “Good luck.” 096. “I brought you an umbrella.” 097. “I’ll pick you up at the airport.” 098. “Take a deep breath.” 099. “Be careful.” 100. “I love you.”

#bts scenarios #bts 100wtsily #bts fanfic #bts fluff #jungkook scenarios #yoongi scenarios #bts text

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scriptmin · 7 years

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bite sized — 100 ways to say I love you

Genre: Supernatural / Words: 647

016. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” | ghost!jungkook

It hadn’t always been this way.

There were many things in the world that couldn’t be explained, and the only way you could make sense of this phenomenon was that this was one of those things. Unfathomable, indescribable, utterly unbelievable—yet not quite impossible.

But this was the way Jungkook always was.

“Hey… have you ever wondered—why me?”

The boy in black swayed in the chair, spinning dizzying circles beside your bed. If you closed your eyes, you could almost feel the faint tickles of wind as he moved. He hummed low in his throat, a thoughtful, though still playful, noise that represented hesitance, ponder, and perhaps even wonder.

“Have you?” He said at last.

You have, in all honesty. You have wondered a thousand times, and a thousand times you couldn’t find an answer. It seemed to happen overnight. One morning four years ago, you had woken up to a blue dawn and cicadas rubbing their bodies together, just as you had ever since you could piece together coherent thought. But on that morning, and all the mornings to come, there had a boy in your room.

There had been a boy in your school, a boy as you crossed the road, a boy as you sat in the train, and a boy when you slept again in the evening. He wasn’t the only one—everywhere you went, there were people you hadn’t always seen before. Most you didn’t recognize, but some you did. Jungkook was one of them. He occupied the desk by the door of the classroom, he somehow always took the same train with you in the mornings, and his locker had been above yours.

(When you used the lockers at the same time, his knees would brush your shoulders, and he would glance down, grin, and apologize.)

“Do you remember how it happened? The day you died.”

The chair stopped spinning, and Jungkook was so very quiet. You laid still on your back, shielded by your duvet, but it was not enough to protect you from the piercing coldness that had radiated from his body. Glow in the dark stars winked down at you from your ceiling—a little project of yours with your father back in the day—over time, the collection had grown. Now there had been a large crescent moon, there was Mars, and Jupiter, and Saturn. Jungkook knew a lot about the solar system, said that looking at your ceiling made up for the loss of his telescope.

“I think so,” Jungkook murmured, “A car accident. You told me about it after you saw it on the news. It happened at the crosswalk we use to get to the train station.”

“I can help you, you know? Move on. I’ll pass the message, tie up loose ends, fulfill last wishes—”

“I know,” he said, voice low, “I know.”

“Then why…”

Jungkook did not speak, nor did he move, for a very long time. If you hadn’t spared a timid glance in his direction, you would’ve thought that he had vanished elsewhere. But you had, and in that split-second observation, you saw nothing but brooding. His head tilted back, his eyes dull and glazed, his lips pursed and twitched, and though he said not a single word, he had conveyed just enough.

“Sorry, I… ” You muttered. “Do you want, like, some peace and quiet or something?”

To that, Jungkook had a response. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” He inhaled a long breath through his nose, his broad chest puffing out under the thin material of his cotton shirt. Then a small smile had come upon his lips, starting off as a grimace at first, but transitioning slowly to curve his eyes into the crescent moon that had decorated your ceiling.

“Maybe I don’t want to move on,” he said, “maybe I want to stay here forever. With you.”

#kwriterskollection #bangtanwriters-net #bts scenarios #bts 100wtsily #bts fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #bts au

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Note: Extracted from my semi-scrapped WIP, A Duet to Pass.

Genre: Slice of life, Idol AU / Words: 1.3k 059. “Wow.” | idol!reader x yoongi (P.S. Yoongi is not oppa.)

“I’m sure you’ve done your calculations. What do you say, will there be enough space in your little company for someone like me?”

“My answer coincides with the answer of our shareholders. Big Hit welcomes you, Y/N.”

In the hours leading to their first official meeting, the boys had grown exponentially chattier about what they’d imagined her to be. All things aside, she was a girl (and a very pretty girl at that) and they were, well, they were just boys.

They had arrived at company headquarters all but two hours ago, each immediately dispersing to work on their various crafts, Namjoon and Jungkook to the studio to record demos, Seokjin, Taehyung and Jimin to vocal practice, Hoseok to dance, and Yoongi to what the boys would call his “personal shrine”. A blatant insult to the prestige that was his very own Genius Lab—not that he referred to it like that out loud—but he supposed he couldn’t argue seeing as how he had in fact been spending more time sitting atop a mountain of unfinished projects than sleeping. Than anything else, really.

It was agreed upon that once she arrived their manager would come and get them, and as the clock ticked closer and closer to four p.m., Yoongi found himself terribly restless and frustratingly unfocused. But alas, a knock on his door had sounded, the boys had gathered, and standing now by the entrance to their usual practice room was the petite beauty that had all of the country absolutely swooning.

“Hello, we are BTS!”

Yoongi almost hadn’t caught on to their greeting, unashamedly enraptured by her sheer presence, but product of habit at least allowed him to bow in time with the rest of the boys. When they had risen, and there was not a sound from the other party, a blanket of inevitable awkwardness had settled thickly over every head in that room. Eyes shifted, heads turned. And it was, of course, ultimately the group’s diplomat who had extended a friendlier hand.

“It’s great to have you in the company,” Namjoon began, “It was getting a little lonely with just us and Homme around. Way too much testosterone.”

There was laughter—their laughter, laughing from their staff, and even her staff, but not her. The enigma standing before them had finally shifted, transitioning from her stiff, straight-spined frame into a more casual gait. Her eyes, highlighted by minimal make-up, had unabashedly scanned each of their faces, right to left, left to right, as she paced leisurely down the length of their single file. It had felt to Yoongi a lot like standing at opposing sides of a border separating two warring countries, except it was painfully apparent which was the winning side.

He never would have guessed a tiny girl like her could amass such power, an aura of crazy charisma dripping from every inch of her flawless skin, leaving near tangible residue in her every step. She had, at last, come to a halt a few paces in front of him, arms still strictly folded across her chest.

“It’s nice to see you all too…” Her voice was clear as spring, crisp like fallen leaves in autumn, and so very cold like the first snowfall of winter. She was, for lack of better word, uninviting. Completely closed off. It was to point that she might not even be completely here, that her mind was perhaps still someplace else, a territory uncharted, unventured. Desolate.

But her hand—her hand was oh-so warm.

And this warmth was receding even before he could fully register the sensation of being in contact with a figure that had existed in an ethereal realm until now. Like catching the severed tail of a forgotten melody and being left to grovel in the loss of something so much more.

“Wow.”

“Excuse me?”

“Uh… I’m Yoongi.”

Her deep mahogany eyes were watching him now, a set of total concentration trained on the expanse of his face. His ears flamed with unnecessary self-consciousness. “I know.”

As she progressed down the line, exchanging handshakes, a name, and an affirmation of her knowledge, Yoongi wondered if any of the boys had felt her warmth as intensely as he did. If it were just his senses going haywire, if it were just him that grew more eager to learn about a girl who could embody every season in the year and still be so wondrously balanced.

“Now that annoying introductions are out of the way, I want to ask one question before I leave to meet with the board. Is that okay?”

Prompt affirmation had slipped from a tongue right beside Yoongi, in a tone so recognizably chipper it couldn’t have come from anyone but Hoseok. “Go for it!”

There was a smile on her face that Yoongi, expectedly, could not decipher. She resumed position in the middle of their militia-like row, her hands now locked idly behind her back as she rocked from heel to toe, toe to heel. This act had initially come to Yoongi as child-like, a quality true to her still very young age, but when his line of sight had traveled higher and higher, stopping exactly at the temptingly beautiful curve of red lips, a dimple uniquely creased on the right cheek, he had arrived at a second conclusion.

When she paced down the line, Yoongi could only assume she was gauging, analyzing, plotting some sort of metaphorical bar graph of all seven of their confidence against her own, which, now seemed to Yoongi to be nothing short of supreme. The light bouncing on the balls of her feet was not a product of idle, youthful fidget, but rather, that of unfaltering assuredness, one that when mapped against the right counterpart, could become mercilessly exceeding—arrogance at its purest.

His analysis was proven the moment she parted her lips and carried her next words in connivingly sharpened blades: “How does it feel, bowing to someone younger than you?”

The question had caught everyone off guard, even her own staff were not spared from the underlying ruthlessness of her words. With every passing second of stricken silence, it had begun to feel less like a question, and more like a statement, one so unfiltered that coming up with a response was likely impossible, and if not, terribly futile.

Which was why she had continued, in all her self-assured glory, “I mean, that’s the thing with hierarchy, right? Which order hurts the ego less… age… or experience?”

But of course, of course the bravest soul was found in the one most ignorant. The baritone hum, the cave-like clearing of throat, had come from a few heads down the row, in the body of golden-skinned, starry-eyed Kim Taehyung.

“I think that’s only applicable to the guys actually older than you. I’m twenty-one, we’re same age. Heh!” And he had delivered this retort so naïvely brightly that even the annoyance that was sure to spark in her eyes could not find greater ignition. The answer had been so innocent one could only wonder the unintended genius behind it.

Her chin dipped, and for a moment Yoongi believed she had been embarrassed, or at least taken aback. “It appears I don’t know everything about you boys yet.” But when she leveled her gaze with theirs once again, he found that was not the case at all. There was not even the slightest dent in her impeccably fashioned façade—it was almost frightening. “Interesting… I like this environment so far.” There it was. That picture-perfect smile of all things evil in the world. “Well, that was all I needed to know. Good luck on your endeavors, I’m sure we’ll cross paths soon. There are only so many places in this puny building that we can go…”

And then she was pivoting, spinning a curt 180-degrees towards the door which had been propped open by her staff in wait, a kind of servitude that was rather foreign to Yoongi’s eyes, but not entirely out of place when someone as royal as her had anything to do with it.

He was just beginning to release the breath stubbornly caught in his throat, as like the other guys stricken to near-death by her overwhelming presence, when her figure had halted all too abruptly, one foot out the door. Soon she was turning, her body moving in hypnotic slow-motion, until she paused at an angle that pointed her face in his direction. And those lips of hers were curving once more, so sickeningly sweet. Then she released her curse:

“Also… it’s been a while, oppa.”

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