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omegangrins · 4 years

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A Treatise On the Doctor

I don't know how to start this. Because I think of Peter Capaldi's words when he said that the only thing required to be a Doctor Who fan, is kindness.

I like 13 and think Chibnall is doing his best job writing the show.

So I struggle to write this because I am engaging against that very unkindness in the Doctor Who fandom, and trying very hard not to be angry back. "Allways try to be nice but never fail to be kind." But I've begun to wonder more and more if those who speak so loudly against the show really know what the show itself is about.

Enough of talking about other people though, cause frankly they're only important as set-up for this conversation. And again, I'm working kind.

So here's what you're gonna learn from this lifelong fan (and the best Tl;dr you're gonna get):

1. The Doctor sucks. From the very beginning. People complain about character traits now that have been around as long as the show.

2. Due to the Doctor's suckage, they tend to do more harm than good. (And because of this, most of the Doctor's "friends" along the way have been, well, let's leave it at the air quotes for now cause it's a damn big list of "BOOOO!!!".)

3. All of the showrunners and writers and actors and editors and everyone else has allways knows this and has played it this way.

4. And last but not least, since this is a time travel show. If you wanna know what and why stuff is happening now, look it up. Everything that happened before is allways in play.

5. None of this is bad, and in fact, it makes the show morally grayer. It's about kindness at all costs. Even your own.

A. First things first, the hard thing. The Doctor is not grrrreat. I mean, sure they try, but they fail a lot more often. In Extremis, a majority of those fatality index counts come from people the Doctor failed to save. That's why it's worded so specifically as "cause of death". All the death's caused by the Doctor's very interaction with time and lack of saving those around them. And part of it's not their fault, but more often than not, the Doctor says I can save you, and can't, won't, or chooses not to.

And that would be alright, but it took them over 1000 years to realize they should start letting their companions lead lives outside of theirs so THEY DON'T DIE. A bit too long as someone who claims to be better.

Not to mention how many times the Doctor is dismissive of their companions and the people around them only to use them for their help and just bug off again. If they truly cared and wanted to help, they would stay and listen in between adventures. Their lifespan is near infinite anyway. What's a few extra Earth hours with some friends you made along the way. You know, maybe fix some of the psychological and emotional damage created by encountering things behind a human's original scope of reasoning. But nope, we gotta go adventure more, byyyyeee!!

So when people talk about these qualities in 13 in a negative aspect I have to laugh because I'm not sure if they understand the joke. Cause we're talking about an alien that grew up around a species calling themselves Time Lords. I try not to blame them too much for it. 1 had to learn how to be hospitable to humans and it's been a bit of a slow learning curve ever since.

B. After the Doctor survived the horrors of the Time War and happened upon a human companion they felt worth connecting to, what did they do? They took Rose to watch her planet burn in front of her eyes. Great, first date, amirite?

And that's a little bit of companion damage. Do you know that the Doctor is responsible for the almost complete genocide of the Silurian race across multiple occasions. I am legitimately surprised there are any left after all of the ones the Doctor has killed. Like before, they cause destruction either purposefully or accidentally or simply by force of being there.

Remember before how I said that the Doctor just flies away. Yeah, they leave a lot of problems behind when they do (something that I can see Chibnall is planting the seeds of). If you had a time and space machine and practically unlimited capabilities and you choose to just leave after a situation and not check up on them from time to or see if there are any other underlying crises to be solved. But oh no, "gotta follow that rule of time and keep going even though I stopped in the first place because of how interested I was.". This is why 9 has a great arc about this. He thought he killed all the Daleks. They came back. He thought he'd gotten rid of the Slitheen. They came back. He thought he saved Satellite 5 from aliens. But opsies, they came back. And look! They're Daleks. Which he "finally" got rid of.

The Doctor just bounces around all carefree and without an ounce of care for themselves, their companions or consequences unless there's consequences for themselves or their companions. Then they get indignant.

Is that really kind of the person you want flying around fixing things in time and space? Who knows. But at least they are trying. Most of the time the T.A.R.D.I.S. lands somewhere and the authority figures are the most pretentious bull-headed pigs you can find. To me, I laugh cause it seems like both sides end up getting a taste of their own medicine. Usually with the bull charging to death in a sad glory while the Doctor wiles on metaphorically about not being as good as them.

But again, as a "superior" alien with "advanced" technology and "culture" you'd think they'd just know better already. But that's all part of the character. The Doctor may be in flux, but true change is difficult. The real hero of every story is the other people BESIDES the Doctor.

Cause the title is Doctor *Who* . The Who being half of the title, despite having less letters. It's the constant question of "What and why and who is that crazy person that's trying to help?" Why do you think they keep flying back to Earth? (Besides set construction reasons.) They've grown as attached to us as we have to them. And at this point, a lot of their saving us is guilt and embarrassment at having a hand in our timeline.

This is also the same reason the Doctor dumps companions in a fluff. Baggage. Every time a companion gets too heavy to carry the memories of... off they fly.

Except for 13. She's stayed. To this end, we can see how the Doctor changes. Not on our smaller, human timelines, but on the timeline of a god with way too much power.

D. With that in mind, we go Classic. It's the Who you need to consult if you wish to make any critique on what's happening now. Because how can you know how a part operates inside of a whole without seeing the whole part?

Cause I don't know if you've watched it but it can be rough, and I don't mean in the sense of production value (which admittedly they do a fairly decent job of using what money they had. A problem the BBC plagues to Doctor Who to this day.). The 3rd Doctor shits on every one they call friends constantly and then turns around expecting help. 4 did the same. Then 5 masked that contempt with a plucky face and a cheeky word. But it was still there, bubbling out of 6 and 7 as the inability to suffer fools gladly and using their own righteousness to enact change in their companions. A trait that kept going til an entire war and regeneration was used solving the question of "Doctor Who?" Only for them to try and forget twice more by putting on their pretty grinning faces and running away from it.

And I'm only talking from a companion perspective. Each of the Doctors has enacted their own form of genocide on countless species. Sure, it's to "save humans" but at the end of the day you'd have to ask yourself if we're really worth that blood. And this is all in the Doctor's history. As much as they claim better, they're hands are still gushing red.

The Doctor left Jo because she fell in love. They drove Adric to put their life on the line in order to feel adequate. The entirety of the Silurian race has been wiped out fivefold under their watch, with one time by their hand itself. Same for several other singular and unique species you won't be able to find elsewhere in the universe. 7 used time travel to enact a personality change in Ace while simultaneously using her as a pawn in an interdimensional war. The Time War itself. Sure it got erased but the Doctor still did those things ("War" Doctor or whatever nonsense titles they feel necessary to delude themselves). The entirety of Amy's childhood was destroyed by their presence, and Rory got erased. Twice! Sarah Kingdom. We know the list. Hell, the Doctor whisked Barbara and Ian away because they wanted to teach the snobby humans some lessons.

They may have a time machine, but we have the bill of their actions. This is where 13 excels. Because they're trying to be better than themselves. They've learnt the lessons of all those years traveling and the failures they wish they could reverse but don't as a way of keeping a scoreboard of pain. It's not perfect by any means, but look at 12 needing cue cards to understand and react to human grief under duress. They've come a helluva long way. After 50 years, I'm inclined to believe better. After all, it's what the Doctor would want.

E. You know how people like the ASOIAF series because it offers up morally complex characters existing in a morally complex world where black and white are harder to define than grey? Have you ever thought of Doctor Who as the same? Strip past the fairytale and adventure and "wibbly wobbly timey wimeyness and it's just people reacting to situations. We're just harder on the Doctor because they're hard on us. You could go round and round on who's the bigger killer, but at the end of the day Time Lords and humans fight and feel about the same things. It's allways been a joke to pretend otherwise.

That's why I love the Timeless Child. Not for making the Doctor anymore special but for saying that even despite having all of their specialness ripped away and repurposed to create a lie of a society then having the memory wiped of said event, the Doctor broke out of their mold, stole a TARDIS and told the Time Lords to fuck off. That's not a Captain America/Superman hero. That's Batman in space with a society of Lex Luthor's. Gotham and Gallifrey. The Doctor saw what they were a part of and broke free, without even knowing the more horrifying truth. Cause it's the thing I see many fans missing because they're so preocuppied with the Doctor being special. The thing that made the Doctor different was their ability to know the difference and walk away to find better. Now, the Doctor has a reason to go back and find out why they never stopped running.

The Time Lords might be the greatest monsters in the universe. It is in the name. "Lords". Those who would lord over us and impose their will with a banthium fist.

And this is a children's show.

C the thing is, the people who made and make this show all collectively rail against one thing: Hate. Kindness is the way of Doctor's. Even if they're sawing off your leg, it's to do the kindness of saving your life. This is because the people who make this (United Kingdomers) have seen centuries of war and conflict and oppression enacted by their own country in the name of progress. And they want to see it no more. Look no further than any of the Doctor's adventures with UNIT. Allways advocating for peace and being ignored for the comfortable war-cry. It's why it's hard to blame the Doctor when we do very similar and often worse (though we don't have time travel.... yet). The creators of this show know better, see better, and wrote better, to know that the powers that be nipped would nip their creations and sanitize them. So they wrote their messages so strong that you can feel them from the future. They're powerfull enough that even across eras they have all collectively moved me to write this.

That's another point I have to laugh at people saying Doctor Who has never been in your face about progressive politics. The Green Death. Survival. Trial of a Timelord (Yes, all of it. Sit down and power through.) The Happiness Patrol is one of my all time favorite episodes for going there in this regard. People may poo poo but history has its' eyes on you. Doctor Who loves taking potshots at the issues of the day. As long as you don't make the aliens black of course. Make them all the colors of the rainbow but never make them black. That'd be too on the nose (That's something they used to say back in the day! Crazy how far we've come).

So bravoa to Chibnall for continuing the legacy of Doctor Who. From where I'm standing, he's not doing anything different than any other showrunner before him. Cause if you want to argue canon, you at least have to know what created it. This show owes what it is to those Classic eras. And if you think Chibnall is shitting on those years and your childhood.... well, then why did you read this whole thing?

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smileyoongle · 5 years

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Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

ςhαp†εr †εη: Lost In Delirium

Character Count: 11,574

Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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Because I have been lonely, I value love.

-Leonard Nimoy

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“How’s your business tycoon of a boyfriend doing?”

The immediate reaction of yours should have been an eye roll but instead, you ended up dropping the empty whiskey glass that you were cleaning. You gasped as the glass broke, sending sparkling bits scattering here and there. To say you were a little distracted was an understatement . Whatever had happened between Namjoon and you was consuming your senses completely. You had come close to kissing him, twice and every single time you were interrupted either by your thoughts or someone else. You were confused and…angry? You couldn’t tell.

Did you want him or did you not?

You sighed, crouching down to pick up the broken pieces as your coworker, Isla, towered over you.

“He’s not my boyfriend. How many times are you going to make me say it?” You muttered, your voice laced with annoyance and frustration. Annoyed, because Isla kept calling Namjoon your boyfriend. Frustrated, because it wasn’t true, no matter how much a part of you wanted it to be.

You carefully cleaned the shiny marble floor, the bar counter hiding you from the eyes of your manager, a very moody and rude man who had no respect for his workers whatsoever. Surprisingly, he wasn’t the perverted kind at all. That was probably the one thing that made you stay, along with the money, of course.

“Oh come on, Y/N! If Mr Kim isn’t your boyfriend now, he will be very soon. I can tell that you like him a lot. And you even stay under the same roof. You want me to believe that a man and a woman can stay together without-“

“Maybe you should focus on restocking the bottles rather than prying into Ms Y/L/N’s domestic affairs.”

Your eyes widened, your head jerking up to see your manager glaring at Isla. You winced, crawling towards the bin to throw all the glass bits you had collected, knowing that Isla was probably being burnt to the ground by your manager’s eyes. He was scary, more than Hitler. Okay, that was a bit of exaggeration on your part but he was horrifying, nonetheless.

“Sorry sir, I’ll get to work right now.” Isla apologised in a small voice and you swore this was the first time she sounded so weak. Isla was a very driven person, capable of a lot of things but when problems stood before her, she preferred to cower away. That loud and giddy girl existed only in front of you. It was a surprise that within a week you had managed to grow so close to someone.

Isn’t it the same with Namjoon?

You pursed your lips, moving to help Isla before the club opened for the night.

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"Namjoon, just because you're doing what your father wants you to do, doesn't mean you're a bad person."

Hana's words kept replaying in Namjoon's mind, like a broken record player that he was unable to fix. There had been so much warmth and love in her voice that Namjoon had thought he was dreaming. He was only 19 when his father pushed him into the Mafia business, his mother running away soon after she saw him making his first kill. To this day, Namjoon wished it had all been a dream. His father breaking the awful news to him. His mother leaving. Hana dying, only to come back alive as someone who didn't wanna stand by him anymore.

Maybe if it had all been a dream, then Namjoon's life would have been better. Maybe he would have lived like a normal guy with a normal job and a normal family. Everything would have been so perfect.

Namjoon clenched his jaw as the car came to a halt, the club's name flashing in the darkness of the night. It was a few minutes past 9, everyone's anxiety growing bigger than they could ever imagine.

"Okay so, just a recap. We'll be scattered around, trying to blend in until Hana comes and we confront her." Rex confirmed, earning a groan from Jungkook who was seated beside Namjoon in the backseat along with Yoongi.

"Once again, this isn't a movie. We aren't gonna go to her until she's done talking to whoever she's planning on meeting." Jungkook replied, his eyes glaring at Rex who sighed in disappointment and sulked in his place. The others were in the car that followed behind, hoseok's voice ringing in the earpiece that all of them had.

"She could be here any minute, we should go in."

There was heavy silence for a second, the air very thick and suffocating. Jungkook knew he had lost his favourite person, she wasn't the same Hana now and he had to let her go. The girl that used to be his link to the innocence of the world was gone and he let it happen. No matter how much he told himself that it wasn't his fault, he failed to believe it.

"Let's just get this over with." Yoongi muttered under his breath, pushing open the door of the car and stepping out onto the gravel. It was a cold night, Yoongi's blue suit jacket doing nothing to keep him from getting cold. The only thing keeping him warm was the adrenaline rushing in his veins, a subtle ache in his heart on seeing Namjoon's grim expression. Whatever was gonna happen, Yoongi could only hope they all would be okay again. To him, this wasn't that big of a surprise because he saw it coming. But Namjoon and Jungkook, he knew they were hurt. Very hurt.

As the club loomed over them, they all glanced at each other, Jungkook's eyes falling on Namjoon towards the end. There was a silent message being passed, Namjoon's eyes softening at the look of betrayal in the younger's eyes. In that moment, Namjoon swore he was gonna be strong for the rest of the members. He had to step up as the leader and take care of everyone. He didn't worry about himself too much because he knew. He knew that at the end of the day, he'd go home and he'd find you waiting for him with the smile you wore all the time. Maybe someday he'd be able to tell you what you had done to his heart, but for now, he knew he'd be okay.

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You placed the different glasses of drinks on your tray, moving through the crowd as you kept track of which glass goes on which table. The mass of bodies grinding against one another in the middle of the dancefloor, made it difficult for you to navigate your way through but you had to do it. This was probably why Isla always took charge of the other end of the club. That was the VIP section. You shook your head in envy, grabbing the glass of beer and placing it on a single table where a man with a black cap sat, bobbing his head and looking around the club. "Enjoy your drink." You stated, your robotically sweet tone having been perfected with practice. It was the same everytime, no matter who you were serving. The man looked up at you as you passed by him, not noticing his face in the flashy lights that reflected throughout the place.

Rex was positive he had seen that face before. It wasn't very clear in his mind but he knew he had seen those eyes.

The only question that remained was when?

He narrowed his eyes, thinking hard about who it was. That waitress had a very familiar face but he couldn't put a finger on where he had seen her.

"Rex, I see you zoning out. There's a man at the bar who just arrived, he looks like he's waiting for someone, keep an eye on him."

Namjoon's voice rung in Rex's ears, making him flinch at the suddenness of it. He quickly shook himself back to reality, eyes falling on the man who had, indeed, just arrived. Nonetheless, he saw the same waitress again, picking up another round of drinks as she laughed at something her colleague said. Rex wondered if Namjoon could see her. Maybe he'd know who she was, because the curiosity was killing him. He had such a bad memory, that's probably why he failed half his tests in school.

"Hey boss. Do you see that girl at the bar? The waitress? The one with the ponytail?"

The response was immediate, all the members' heads turning to look at who Rex was talking about. Namjoon couldn't see very clearly, only the back of that waitress was visible to him. But upon seeing her, he felt something familiar, like he knew her.

"You don't actually have to describe her, there's only one waitress there." Jungkook snapped, glaring in Rex's direction from the corner of the room. He was just growing irritated at how long it took Hana to get there, nothing personal against Rex. No matter how annoying the kid was.

Rex pursed his lips, seeing that there was only one waitress there, thankfully it was the one who he wanted to ask about.

"So does anyone of you know her? I think I've seen her before but I can't remember. Help me out, my dudes. I'm dying out of curiosity."

Jimin rolled his eyes at Rex's words. My dudes? He was definitely not fit for being in a gang. Yoongi narrowed his eyes, shifting a little in his place but he still couldn't see her. Seeing that there was no sign of Hana yet, he decided to move closer to her, pushing through the dancing bodies until he was in the clear. Under the colourful lights, he somehow managed to see that face. The one that made his eyes immediately move to Namjoon who was standing on the floor above. Before Yoongi could do anything, he saw the way Namjoon's lips parted in surprise, his eyes stuck to your figure hunched over the bar table.

"Is that...." Hoseok voiced, still trying to come to grip with the situation. They were here to find Hana but looks like there was someone much more interesting there.

"..Y/N." Taehyung added, glancing at Namjoon who had his jaw clenched, his fingers tightening against the railing as he glared at you. Not that you knew. He had been caught way off guard, finally catching onto your lies. You worked at a cafe? Bullshit.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, taking in your appearance. A pretty one, he wasn't going to deny that. Your eyes were very... expressive. They shined under the lights, telling everyone that you were content with how your life was going. For a second, Jungkook saw the same flash of innocence that he used to find solace in. The only difference was that you weren't Hana. He cleared his throat, looking at Namjoon and concluding that no one knew about your little job. Oh.

So the new girl was a liar.

That thought made Jungkook feel better. A part of him blamed you for whatever was happening, but he also knew he had no reasons to hate you yet. You seemed like a good person, he could understand why Namjoon took you in. He would have probably done the same anyway.

You patiently waited for the bartender to make the next round of drinks, your elbow resting on the shiny black counter as you looked around the club. You hummed a little tune to yourself, feeling grateful that tonight there had been no catcalls or inappropriate comments directed to you. It had been a good day, you were sure of it. You wondered what Namjoon was doing, recalling how he had told you he had a meeting to attend. He surely had a very tiring job.

Your eyes wandered to where Isla was standing, her expression distraught as she tried to get her hand out of a stranger's grip. You immediately straightened up, your breath hitching as he pulled Isla onto his lap, his companions laughing at the scene. You were fuming at this point, your feet taking off in her direction, ignoring the calls of the bartender behind you as your shoulder brushed against Yoongi's. But you didn't notice.

Every single member had his eyes trained on you, watching in confusion as you ran to the other end of the club. Right then, Rex happened to look at the entrance, a hooded figure making its way to the mysterious man that was sitting near the bar. He inhaled deeply, looking back at you and then the others. No one was paying attention.

"Guys, Hana's here I think."

At that, everyone's eyes shot to the bar, where Hana took off her hood and began having a serious conversation with the mystery man. Jungkook's blood boiled at the very sight. He was surprised at how quickly he began to hate her but anyone who hurt his family was his enemy. No matter the reasons. He saw Namjoon, fuming and making his way downstairs. Wrong move.

"Let her go." You bellowed over the music, prying the man's hand off of Isla's waist and pulling her to you. She was crying by the time you came, hiding behind you as she sobbed into her hands. You weren't gonna lie that you weren't scared when he stood up but this was no time for that. It was time for you to be strong, to learn to protect yourself.

"And what do you think you're doing?" The drunk man seethed, clenching his fists as the people around you stopped their activities to see what was going on. You breathed heavily, taking a step forward. "I'm sorry but you cannot touch a woman without her consent. We can throw you out for inappropriate behaviour towards the employees." You stated calmly, reminding yourself that you still had a job to keep. Hopefully, your manager would see that you were on the right.

Namjoon was joined by Yoongi as he made his way towards you, his eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You had a lot of explaining to do but that was for later. Right now, he could tell you were getting yourself in trouble. Jungkook discreetly pushed his way towards Namjoon, walking beside him.

"What are you doing? Hana is there and this is gonna grab too much attention." He explained, only to hear a scoff from Namjoon. The leader halted, turning to Jungkook as he stared at him with cold eyes. "Y/N needs to be taken out of here. We don't need to wait for Hana to see us. Go and do what needs to be done." He instructed, earning a reluctant nod from the younger male.

"Oh baby, did you want to be in her place? You just have to ask, you know?" You wanted to throw up at the stench of alcohol in his breath. You were beyond disgusted, your head bringing back unwanted memories when you used to be treated like this by strange men. You swallowed thickly as his friends laughed, his hand inching closer to you. Just as his fingers grazed your skin, he was punched to the side, his body landing on the floor with a loud thud. You gasped, your eyes widening as you looked at whoever had saved you.

Namjoon's eyes looked back into yours with anger and disappointment, your heart fluttering on seeing him but you knew it was over. What you didn't want him to find out, was laid out before him in the clear.

"Namjoon..."

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tayegi · 7 years

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How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days Pt. 1 (m)

Kim Seokjin romcom smut based on the movie and featuring evil best friend Jungkook

Word Count: 6,639

The icy beer bottle feels blessedly cool in your grip as you pass it from hand to hand in the crowded room. It’s a quarter past midnight and the party is in full gear, body heat steaming up every room of the house and the mingled noise of loud bass music and even louder voices rising to a fever pitch. You press your beer bottle to your forehead, cringing slightly when the condensation slicks your sweaty skin. Damn. You grabbed this from the cooler mere minutes ago and it’s already melted to room temperature. It’s so unbelievably stuffy and humid in the frat house… Why did you decide to wear pants?

You stare enviously at the girls swaying on the dance floor, looking delightfully cool in their miniskirts and bralettes. You should’ve taken Jungkook’s threat seriously when he said he would kick you out if you showed up in your trusty trousers. But alas, you managed to bully your way into the frat house, no matter how he whined and tried to bar the entrance. And now you’re on the verge of heat stroke, standing at the very corner of the room where the ancient air conditioner feebly chugs out puffs of cool air.

You’re about to loosen the buttons on your flannel shirt when you suddenly feel someone tugging the beer bottle out of your hand. You turn around in indignation to find Jungkook taking a hearty swing from it. “Hey!”

He ignores you and downs half the bottle before handing it back, “You shouldn’t be allowed at our alcohol stash when you dress like that,” he mutters darkly.

You glare at him, “What, am I supposed to strip for your crummy alcohol? Sell my body for a fucking beer?”

He holds up his hands in defense, “Geez, woman. Why are you always so dramatic? I just wanted some hot girls at this party, okay? And you’re ruining the frat’s reputation by showing up like this.”

“What, I’m not considered a hot girl?” You tease, coyly jutting out a hip.

“No,” he bluntly says.

Your jaw drops, “You jerk!”

Jungkook swiftly dodges your punch, “Hey, I’m just being honest here! Though I can’t tell what you really look like under those frumpy clothes.”

“You’ve known me since high school, dumbass!”

“Yeah, and the only time I’ve seen you show any skin was when you accidentally stepped in poison oak during the tenth grade camping trip, and took off your pants in front of everyone… Maybe you should do that again right now.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize that got you so hot,” you snort, “Want me to do it again, Kookie?”

“Sure,” he plays along.

“Really? I’m wearing my batman boxers.”

“Even better.”

Your eyes narrow on him, trying to catch his bluff. Then, you grin, “Alright!” Your hands fly to your belt, cheerfully tugging it lose.

“Wait, stop!” Jungkook cries out in distress when you yank your zipper down, “Oh my god, you’re so embarrassing!” He grabs your hands before you can go any further and hastily zips your fly up for you, “Fine. Keep your nerdy ass mom clothes on. Why the hell are you even here?!”

“I wanted to see you!”

“Yeah right,” he snorts, “Why are you really here?”

“Um… Free booze?”

“You’ve been working on that same beer for the last half hour. Try again, woman.”

“… I like to party?”

That’s the most blatant lie of them all and Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest to give you a stern look, “You’re here for Jin-hyung, aren’t you?”

You sigh deeply, giving up on all thoughts of deception in front of your best friend who can see through your every lie like you’re transparent. “Yeah… I’ve really got to do something about him.”

“Just tell him the truth,” Jungkook suggests.

“The truth?” you ask in confusion.

“Yeah. That he’s out of your league.”

Your jaw drops, “Jungkook!”

He laughingly wards off your attacks when you try to slap him in the chest, “Let’s just be honest here: Jin-hyung is objectively handsome. And you're… well…” he critically scans up and down your figure.

You slap his stomach, “Jerk!”

“Tell me it isn’t true!”

“Well… Maybe you’re right…” you begrudgingly agree, “But you didn’t have to say it like that!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just knock some sense into that guy, then move on with your life.”

“I know,” you sigh, “I really need to… But it’s easier said than done!”

“I don’t see what’s so difficult about it,” Jungkook counters, “Just tell him you can’t date him because he’s too good-looking for you. Done!”

“You don’t think I haven’t considered that?” You say, “Obviously that was my first thought! But rejecting him would just make things worse.”

“Worse?” he repeats in confusion, “How so?”

You give him a pointed look, “How would you react to a girl rejecting you, Jungkook?”

“Oh… oh…”

“Yup. You fuckbois are all the same with your little mind games and the lure of the chase. But I’m seriously not trying to play hard to get! I honestly can’t date him.”

“Yeah, shit. That’s a problem… So you can’t reject him, because that will just make him more interested… But you can’t date him either… Damn. How did you get yourself into this situation, ___?”

“I have no idea!” you groan, grabbing fistfuls of your hair, “But it’s your fault!”

“Me? How is it my fault?”

“You’re always so touchy-feely in public, and I think you’ve grabbed my ass in front of the boys before! He’s probably just trying to get at me to show you up or some shit. But I don’t want any part of this pissing contest!”

“Oh shit, I think you’re right…” Jungkook murmurs, brow furrowing, “No wonder he’s so into you. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned how good you were with your mouth…”

“What?!” You exclaim in horror, “You told him about that?!”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I tell my frat brothers about the best blowjob I’ve ever had?”

You stare at him wide eyed for another second before abruptly bursting into humiliated screeching, “How could you tell everyone about that?! It was one time! We were both drunk and—ugh!”

“Why are you embarrassed? It’s a compliment!”

“No it’s not!” you shriek, “I don’t want anyone to know that I sucked your nasty cheese dick!”

“Why not?” he pouts, “I ate you out twice afterwards! And don’t you even try to tell you didn’t like it because you were screaming my name and begging me to—”

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” you shriek, rushing up to slap a hand over his mouth before he can continue.

He spits out your fingers with a laugh, “Yeah. That’s exactly how that sounded like!”

You’re sure your face is a brilliant shade of crimson by now as you pounce on his back to try to choke him in the middle of the room, in front of everyone at the party.

“Ah, that hurts!” he complains as he tries to shake you loose, “I seriously don’t know why you’re so embarrassed. It’s not like we kissed or anything,” he says with a sound of disgust, “It was just a nice old best friend blowjob… Which reminds me: why did we never think to do that before?”

“Because you’re disgusting and you probably carry diseases!”

He snorts, “You ran to the gynecologist all freaked out the next morning and you were clean, remember?”

“It was a miracle,” you snarl, “I must have some latent flesh eating bacteria lurking under the surface.”

He rolls his eyes, “Well, if you already have it… Wanna suck my dick again?”

“I would rather die,” you tell him in complete seriousness.

“What if I go down on you afterwards? Twice.”

You pretend to think for a moment, “Okay,” you easily agree, “But only if you stare into my eyes the entire time.”

“Ew, that’s nasty! What’s wrong with you?!”

“See?! That’s what I’m talking about!”

“Fine. I’ll get someone else to suck my dick then. Geez.”

“Wait, Jungkook…” you mutter, grabbing his arm as an epiphany suddenly hits you, “Maybe I should give Jin a blowjob.”

His eyebrows raise, “Are you crazy? You’re supposed to be getting rid of him! Not making him more obsessed.”

“Yeah, but if he only wants to hit it because he thinks that we’re a thing… What better way to get rid of him than to just let him at it? Once it’s out of his system, he’ll avoid me like the plague!”

Jungkook gives you a knowing look, “You just want to have sex with Jin, don’t you?”

You smack his chest, “No! It’s because I know how you fuckbois work. I’ll pretend to be super clingy afterwards and he’ll drop me like a hot potato.”

“You know… that’s actually not a terrible idea,” Jungkook says as he thoughtfully scratches his chin, “If it was me, I’d probably flee the country to avoid you.”

“Great! Then it’s settled! I’m going to fuck Kim Seokjin tonight!” You proudly exclaim.

“It should be easy,” Jungkook mutters, “He’s been staring at us this entire time.”

“What?” you whirl around in surprise, but true to his word, Jin lounges on the sofa across the room, his eyes examining the two of you with intense scrutiny. Startled, you automatically raise your hand to wave at him. Jin begins to return the gesture, but falters when Jungkook abruptly throws both arms around your waist.

“What are you doing?!” you turn around with a yelp when you feel a pinch to your ass.

Your best friend simply laughs as he smooths his palm over your bottom, cheekily in Jin’s line of vision, “Yeah, you were right. Hyung’s crazy jealous. He looks like he wants to fight me.”

“I knew it! He just wants to use me as a pawn to one up you! Well, time to end this pissing contest. Do you have a condom?”

Jungkook wordlessly plucks one from his wallet and slips it into your back pocket—not without a grope of your backside, of course, “Wait, hold up a moment,” he says as a new thought occurs to him, “What if it’s so good that he wants more?”

You snort in derision, “Yeah right. I doubt that’ll happen.”

“No, I’m serious, ___. I’m not lying when I say that you’re really, really good with your mouth. I can understand why some guys would put up with your dramatic clinginess just to get at that sweet little mouth of yours… Not me, of course. But maybe a weaker man… like hyung.”

You ignore his shameless boasting and try to focus on the issue on hand, “Do you really think so?” you ask in a quiet voice, “Ok, I’ll just have to make it super shitty for him then.”

“Stare into his eyes,” Jungkook offers, “I bet he’ll hate that.”

“I think only you do,” you say with a glare, “And only because you hate me.”

“Hmm. Maybe kiss him?”

“I told you, only you would hate that from me!”

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook holds up his hands in defeat, “Just bite his dick or some shit.”

“…”

“___…?”

“That’s actually not a bad idea.”

A few minutes later, you lose Jungkook when he gets distracted by a wet t-shirt contest in the backyard, and you take that as an opportunity to join Jin on the couch.

“Hi,” you greet him, “Is there anyone sitting here?”

His eyes widen at your unexpected appearance, “N-no,” he says, quickly scrambling back to make room for you on the sofa.

“Thanks,” you say with a smile as you sit on the offered space.

“Um… would you like a drink?” Jin asks.

“No, I’m good,” you smoothly reply, “I’ll just take a sip of whatever you’re having.” And without asking for permission, you tug the bottle of beer from his hand and wrap your lips around the neck where his had been mere seconds ago.

When you hand the beer back, Jin stares at the faint pink stain on the rim from your lipstick as though hypnotized.

“Thanks, Jin,” you sweetly say.

His prominent Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows loudly, “N-no problem.”

Then, the two of you lapse into a tense silence. You can see how uncomfortable he is by his rigid posture and the way his hands are clenched to fists in his lap. He’s clearly still thinking about last week… When he had unexpectedly cornered you after class and confessed his feelings. You had told him that you’d think about it… And you hadn’t talked to him since. Not until now.

The normally ultra-confident man is meek as a mouse in your close proximity, nervously wiping the sweat from his forehead and avoiding all eye contact. For one moment, you can almost imagine that he actually likes you. That this isn’t just an act to get in your pants. But you’ve been friends with Jungkook for too long to be fooled. He’s been waiting a long time for your answer. And now you’re going to give it to him.

“How are you, Jin?” you ask as you casually lean against him, plopping your head against his shoulder in a seemingly carefree way.

“I… good,” he stammers, “How are you?”

“Okay,” you sigh deeply, making sure to crane your neck so that your breath hits the sensitive shell of his ear. Unlike Jungkook, who always parades around in his skintight leather pants and muscle shirts, Jin dresses rather conservatively. Even to a party, he’s wearing a loose button-up shirt and casual ripped jeans. Consequently, you have to angle yourself just right in order to access the sliver of skin between his collar and his neck.

Jin bites his plush bottom lip, “I see that Jungkook left you all alone… That wasn’t very nice of him.”

“Nah, I don’t care about him. I’d much rather hang out with you.”

Jin’s breathing stutters at that, even more so when you bring a hand down to play with the frayed strings in his torn jeans. “Ah. I’m probably being a bad host right now, then. Do you… Do you want to play a game, then? Or maybe dance?” he asks with a slight cringe.

You both know how much he dislikes that particular activity. So you shake your head and nuzzle deeper into the crook of his neck, mentally patting yourself on the back when you feel his pulse jump, “I’m so tired, Jin. Can we just sit here?”

The dark-haired man jumps in surprise when you suddenly poke your fingers through a rip on his upper thigh, “A-ah! Let’s not!” When you look at him in surprise, he quickly backtracks, “I mean… It’s noisy in here. Why don’t I find somewhere quiet for you to lie down? I don’t think anyone is in my room right now.”

You stiffen, pulling yourself off of his shoulder to look at him, “Your room?”

Jin’s eyes widen with horror as he realizes his mistake, “I didn’t mean that!” He quickly defends himself, “I just thought you might—I mean… Why don’t I just take you home?!”

“Okay.”

“Wait, no! I didn’t mean it like that either! I just—I’ll just walk you home? As friends, of course—that’s all!”

He’s so cute all flustered like this, tripping over his words, that you can’t help but slip your fingers into the rip, pinching at his tight to shut him up, “Alright, Seokjin. Please take me home.” You purr, innuendo dripping from your words.

He gulps, cowering under your hungry gaze like a deer caught in the headlights. Then, he abruptly jumps to his feet, snatching your hand from inside his pants, “L-let’s hurry.”

You didn’t think it would be this hard to get a fuckboi to dick you down. Especially one who supposedly has feelings for you. You sigh when Jin again scrambles away when you let your hand brush his. Why is he acting so coy? Did you misunderstand him during his confession last week? Maybe he meant that he liked you in a hypothetical way… Fuck. This is really messing with your mind. You need to just resolve this once and for all.

So when Jin drops you off on your doorstep and turns as though to leave, you reach forward to grab him by the front of his shirt and yank him forward. “Do you still like me?” You ask.

Your bluntness takes him by surprise and he can’t do anything but splutter incoherently for a few seconds before stammering, “Y-yes. Of course I do!”

Your eyes narrow to slits, “Good.” Then you’re pulling him forward to slam your lips against his.

Jin reacts instinctively, his mouth softening under yours and his hands darting up to grab at your waist, tugging you closer. He tastes like beer and his clothes reek of stale cigarettes from the frat party, but there is something addicting about kissing Kim Seokjin. You’ve never kissed a man with such thick, pillowy lips before, and they feel so good sliding against yours. And when his tongue slides into your mouth, you nearly give in to your desire and abandon your scheme entirely.

Somehow, you manage to resist the descent into mindless lust and reach up to cup his face to regain control of the kiss. Then you slow things down, moving your jaw in a steady, but sensual rhythm, then pulling back to tug his bottom lip between your teeth and nipping.

Jin lets out a deep groan in response, “God, you’re a good kisser.”

You smile faintly at the compliment before his lips are back on yours. This time, he retakes control, pushing you gently until your back is against the wall and your body is flush against his as he deepens the kiss. To your surprise, he doesn’t speed things up like you’d expect. Instead, he continues with your slow pace, taking his time licking into your mouth while his hands massage the curve of your waist, briefly grabbing at your hips, before retreating to a safer position on your lower back.

“___, that’s enough,” Jin says with a shaky laugh when he finally musters the strength to pull away from you. But then his eyes land on your red, kiss-swollen lips and he can’t resist ducking his head down for another taste. The kiss is much more aggressive this time around, as though Jin is trying to release his pent up frustrations, before he breaks away again. He smiles tightly at you, but his eyes are trained firmly to your mouth, “Good night, ___.”

You have no idea why he’s trying so hard to resist when it’s clear that he wants you, but it’s getting on your nerves. You roll your eyes before lurching forward to capture his lips again, this time molding your body to his so you can rub yourself against him.

A beautiful moan tears from his throat and you take that as your cue to trail kisses down his neck instead, carelessly sucking bruises into his milky skin. He enthusiastically expresses his approval through deep moans of your name. You would have never expected a fuckboi to be so vocal. And it’s so incredibly sexy that you feel desire slick your thighs.

“Ah, ___,” Jin hisses, resisting the urge to shudder when you blow cool air on a hickie you’ve caused on his neck, “S-stop.”

“Hmm?” you pause to cock your head at him, “You don’t look like you want me to stop, baby.”

He groans at the little pet name, “I don’t,” he admits, “But you’re drunk.”

You chuckle at that, “I had one beer over three hours—I’m dead sober, Jin.”

Still, he resists, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he mulls over his decision, “I like you,” he says again, “I want to do this right.”

“Do this right?” you scoff, “What is this, 1965? Come on, Jin. Don’t be like this.”

“But, ___-”

“If you continue to reject me, I might actually get offended.”

That startles him, “I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Great. Now you can prove to me just how much you like me.”

Jin hovers in the hallway, still indecisive even as you scramble to unlock the door and step in, “Are you coming?” you ask with an expectant raise of the eyebrows, hands rising to pop open a few buttons on your shirt.

You watch in morbid delight as his resolve crumbles to dust. “Fuck it,” he mutters under his breath, before he’s following you inside and kicking the door shut.

You giggle in delight as you sprint through the apartment, bursting through your bedroom door and tossing yourself on the bed without a second thought. Jin takes much longer to join you. And even then, he hesitates in the doorway, watching you undress on the bed with hooded eyes. You pause to raise an eyebrow at him, “Aren’t you going to help me?”

His throat tightens. Then he’s rushing to yank his shirt off and join you on the bed. Both of you sigh in relief when your lips meet again. Jin is clearly running out of patience as he hastily pushes your open shirt off your shoulders and palms your chest through your bra. Without bothering to remove the garment, he shoves your bra down enough just for your breasts to pop out, then dips down to circle his tongue around your nipples. It feels so good that you throw your head back, eyes shut tight against the overwhelming pleasure.

You only manage to collect your wits about you again when Jin licks a hot trail down your torso to the waistline of your pants. You allow him to pull your pants off, but you cover your crotch with a shriek when he tries to strip you of your underwear as well. There’s no way you can stay sane and keep your plan in action if he puts that wicked tongue of his to work between your legs. You would instantly give in. There’s no doubt in your mind about it. You’re weak and Kim Seokjin’s mouth is incredibly potent.

“What’s wrong?” Jin asks with a little pout as he tugs at your underwear again.

You allow him to tug your panties off your legs, then quickly grab his hair when he lurches forward towards your heat as though possessed, “Ah, no!”

“___,” he whispers your name with his eyes still fixated on your pussy, “Let me have a taste, please?”

You firmly shake your head, “No.”

His brow furrows and for a moment, he looks like a petulant child with his favorite toy taken away, “Please?”

You bite back a chuckle as you shake your head again. You’ve never met a man so desperate to go down on you before. Even Jungkook, despite his flashy promises, was reluctant until you forcibly straddled his face. This is hot, to say the least. Damn. The only man on planet earth willing to eat you out… and you have to reject his offers. What is your luck?

“I’m too sensitive,” you say, pulling that lie from out of your ass.

“I’ll be gentle,” Jin assures you, subconsciously licking his lips as he continues to stare between your legs.

“I seriously don’t like it, Jin,” you lie again. He looks like he wants to argue more, so you rise to your knees and push at his broad shoulders to force him against the headboard.

“I’m really good at it,” he complains, “The other guys you’ve been with were probably doing it wrong… What if I just lick around your clit until you beg me to suck it?”

You close your eyes briefly to keep his words from going straight to your core. You can’t trust yourself to speak without choking, so you simply shake your head before busying yourself with his belt. Jin’s complaints die at the feeling of your hand rubbing him through his jeans. He’s already half-hard, and swells further under your gentle caress.

When you finally get his pants undone, Jin hastily lifts himself to help you drag them down his thighs, along with his boxers. And then the both of you are naked.

You take a moment to appreciate the way he looks pressed against your headboards with his sweat-slicked golden skin reflecting the moonlight streaming past your curtains. He was renowned for his good looks, even amongst his attractive frat brothers, and now you have this living, walking god naked in your bed. You, silly, inadequate little you. Could this be real?

His loose-fitting, baggy clothes do his figure no justice. Kim Seokjin is beautiful with his clothes on, but a fucking sex god, Adonis-incarnate with them off. His shoulders look even wider when bare, his chest unbelievably thick, with everything tapering off into a slender, toned waist. And then there are his sculpted thighs, and the object of his desires lying right in-between, looking so flushed with blood and so incredibly hard that your mouth waters… Fuck.

What you’re about to do to this god-like man is practically blasphemous… But you have to do it. Anyone with eyes can tell that you’re unworthy of this perfect man’s attention. His rivalry with Jungkook has confused him to such an extent that he’s tricked himself into thinking that he actually likes you. And now it’s time to set him straight.

So you lower yourself to your stomach and gently wrap your hand around his erection, listening carefully to the way his breath hitches in his throat. You look up briefly to flash him a smile. Then you lean in to tap your tongue against his slit. A muscle in Jin’s thigh jumps at the contact, but he doesn’t make any sound. So you continue to flick your tongue against the head of his cock, careful to only use the tip of your tongue and not the flat of your tongue in a way that would actually make him feel good. He looks so hot that you’re tempted to deepthroat him to the hilt and make him feel as good as possible, but somehow, you resist the urge.

You can imagine the other girls you left behind at the party fighting you to the death for giving the Kim Seokjin such a subpar blowjob. This is not an opportunity awarded to many. You should be worshipping this beautiful dick of his. Instead, you aimlessly trail your pointed tongue along the underside of his length, careful not to let him feel the softness of your lips.

Jin shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and after a minute or two of your licking, he cards his hands through your hair with a humorless chuckle, “___, what are you doing?”

He’s smiling at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. Even in the muted lighting, you can clearly see the way his pupils have dilated. The muscles in his neck are strained and his hands are balled to fists. If you let him, he’d slam his length down your throat without a qualm. So you bat your eyelashes and feign ignorance, “What’s wrong, Jin?”

He pauses for a moment, staring down at your innocent face, before tonguing his cheek and forcing out a laugh, “Nothing, beautiful.”

You smile coyly to yourself before lapping at a random spot on his shaft. This time, you avoid his sensitive head entirely, not bothering to lick up the copious precum that slides down his length, as though begging for you to taste. After another few minutes, Jin rolls out his broad shoulders, seeking to distract himself from his pent up frustration, then thumps his head back against the headboards, arm thrown over his eyes as he tries to keep his cool.

He will never come like this. Your touch is too light, and missing all of his erogenous zones. For a moment, you feel guilty. All you really want to do is make this beautiful man feel good. But you’re doing this for his own good. So you look up to meet his eyes with a wink. Then you scrape your teeth against his length.

“Ah!” Jin yells out, jumping away from you in pain.

You feign ignorance as you soothe the underside of his dick with your tongue, making him pause in confusion. And then you scrape again, this time lighter, but hard enough to be unpleasant. You repeat this over and over until Jin’s mouth twists in a hard line as he deliberates cringing away from your teeth or surging forward for your tongue, stuck in limbo between pleasure and pain. He’s probably never had a girl treat him so poorly before. Maybe you should play nicer.

“Jin, let’s try something else,” you say, pulling your mouth away with a little smack of your lips.

Jin visibly relaxes once you move away from his erection. He rubs at the back of his neck as he smiles down at you, “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

You flash him a wink before reaching for your abandoned jeans and pulling out the condom Jungkook had slipped you from the back pocket, “Wanna fuck?”

His jaw drops, “Yes, please.”

Your smile widens as you hand over the condom, and he wastes no time in ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it on with a groan. He’s reaching for your hips, but you smack his hand out of the way before he can make contact.

“I want to top,” you tell him with a little wink.

Jin looks skeptical, especially after the debacle of a blowjob mere moments ago, but he’s too polite to complain, “Of course.”

Grinning from ear to ear, you press him back against the headboards, then plant a knee on either side of his hips. You slip a hand between your legs briefly to check that you’re wet enough, then you reach down to grab the base of his erection. Jin’s breathing slides to a halt when you press his tip to your entrance. You can see by the way his jaw clenches and his eyes narrow that he’s suspicious, as though half-expecting you to tease him further. To his utmost surprise, you let go of his cock, then drop down to take his full length in one go.

“Ah!” Jin cries out in pleasure, head thrown back and hips wildly veering upward for more.

Against your best intentions, you are similarly affected. He feels so thick inside of you, stretching you out so well that your head spins and for a frightening second, you can’t remember how to breathe, much less your objective at hand.

To make matters worse, Jin kneads your ass with his large hands and leans forward to kiss your neck, “God, ___,” he moans, “You feel so good.”

You close your eyes tightly as you try to ward off this potent seduction technique. Your body is throbbing at this point, begging you to ride him to your heart’s content. This is for his own good, you remind yourself for the nth time that night. So you grit your teeth and put on the performance of your life.

“Oh my god, this is incredible!” You shriek dramatically.

“Wh-what?” Jin asks, a bewildered expression on his face as he watches your body spasm on top of him, “___, are you alright?”

But you ignore him to let out another high-pitched scream. At this point, Jin is too alarmed to move. He watches you with wide eyes as you twitch and convulse as though electrocuted. Barely a minute passes before you suddenly scream so loudly that he flinches back. Then, you flop face down against his chest with a deep sigh.

“Mmm, that was good, Jin,” you purr as you pull yourself off his length.

“Wait… what?”

“Thank you,” you say, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before reaching to tug the unused condom off of his still-hard erection. Jin tenses at even that feather-light touch, but all too soon, you’re tossing the rubber in the trashcan and curling yourself around him.

“___…” he murmurs your name. You’ve already had your (fake) orgasm, but he clearly hasn’t.

“Yes?” you feign ignorance as you sleepily blink down at him.

Jin chews on his bottom lip for a few seconds, torn between his selfish desire and guilt. But when you yawn exaggeratedly in his face, he succumbs to the latter with a deep sigh, “Nothing,” he mutters.

You smile brightly down at him before burying your face in the crook of his neck and twisting your limbs tightly around his torso so that he has nowhere to run. After a few minutes, you carefully even out your breathing with a few well timed snores. And then you wait for him to shake you off and leave.

It takes him longer than you predicted. The ten minutes it takes for him to slip from your embrace are the longest ten minutes of your life. All you can do is lie there, trying your absolute hardest to control your shaky breathing and stifle the urge to roll over and slip him back inside of you. He’s not the only one who hasn’t had his fill. But finally, Jin gently removes your tight grip from around him and fumbles around for his clothing.

You hope that your sigh of relief isn’t too obvious as you listen to the rustle of fabric that indicates that he’s dressing in the dark. A few moments later, then you hear the door swing open. He finally left. Thank god. And you’ll willing to bet a full month’s rent that you won’t be hearing from him in the morning.

But suddenly, you hear the sound of the toilet flushing. Wait… Is Jin still here? You press both hands to your pounding heart and pray that he’s just using the bathroom on the way out. An unexpected dip on the mattress makes you shriek out in surprise. You hurriedly slap both hands over your mouth, but it’s too late.

Jin pauses as he hovers over you in the bed, “Oh, sorry. Did I wake you, baby?”

You hurriedly shake your head, “No, it’s okay.”

Jin smiles in relief before lowering himself down to lie next to you, “That’s good. Get some sleep, love.”

You flinch in surprise when he wraps his arms around your naked form and pulls you to his bare chest, “Ah, Jin… I…”

“Hmm?” he murmurs as he kisses your neck.

You shiver at the sensations, “I just… will you be comfortable like this?”

“What do you mean?” he asks as he affectionately strokes his fingers through your hair, “Should I leave?”

“No, that’s not it!” you quickly deny, face heating at the implication, “I’m just worried that you might feel uneasy in my tiny bed,” you say with feigned laughter.

Jin’s handsome face softens at that, “No way,” he says with a quick kiss to your cheek, “It feels so nice just being able to lie with you like this.”

Your mind whirls in disbelief. You just gave this playboy the worst fuck of his life. How is it possible that he is still into you?

You lie there, utterly dazed as you try to process this new piece of information. As soon as you hear Jin’s breathing even out into soft snores, you dive for your phone.

Jungkook! You text your best friend furiously, It didn’t work!

His response is instantaneous. Wait, what?!

He’s sleeping over right now! what do I do?

Oh shit this is insane! Did u bite his dick?

Yeah, but I don’t think he cared! I think he’s gonna spend the night, Kookie!

Aite don’t panic. He’s prob trying 2 act nice. I bet hes gonna slip out in the middle of the night.

You relax a little at that. Do u really think so?

Yea. Dw. He’ll be gone in the morning.

You sigh deeply in relief and sink your heavy head into the soft pillows. K. I hope ur right.

The next morning, you wake up in a blessedly empty bed. It takes a second for the implications of your solitude to sink in. Then you’re happily rolling around in the sex-mused sheets, silently celebrating your success. Seokjin must have dashed out at the crack of dawn this morning to avoid you. Jungkook was right! And all it took was one little bite of his dick.

You check your phone out of curiosity, and sure enough, you have no notifications from Jin. Not even a single half-assed text excuse from the older man. You are entirely in the clear.

Humming with excitement, you jump out of bed and skip to the bathroom. No cheesy love note stuck to the mirror or anything ridiculous like that either. What a successful day! You managed to get Jin off your back entirely and you got to see the god-like man naked. You’re not sure what you’ve done in a former life to deserve this good fortune, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Your positive mood is off the charts and you can’t stop from humming to yourself as you brush your teeth and wash your face. But as you’re patting your face dry with a towel, you can’t help but notice that there is a strange smell coming from the kitchen… You thought your roommate was out for the weekend, but could she have come back early? But even then, it’s a bit unusual that she’s cooking something that smells so delicious this early in the morning…

Suspicious, you drop your towel and creep towards the kitchen, “Eunbi?” You call out when you exit your bedroom. The smell of frying bacon hits you like a sledgehammer, making saliva instantly forms in your mouth. You rub your still sleep-clouded eyes in confusion, but it’s clear that the figure stationed in front of the stove is much too broad to be your petite little roommate…

“Oh, ___. You’re awake already!” The stranger in your kitchen turns around at your entrance, revealing to be none other than—

“Jin?”

The handsome man beams, “Good morning, beautiful. How do you like your eggs cooked?”

Your body freezes to stone as you stand there, jaw dropping to the floor as you stare at him in utter disbelief. Is this real? Could your eyes be deceiving you? Testing that theory, you hastily rub at your eyes, but Kim Seokjin remains standing before you in the flesh, looking so unexpectedly sexy with his tousled bed hair and decked in just his boxers and your apron that you can’t bring yourself to speak.

“Um… Are you having trouble deciding?” Jin asks, “I can do scrambled, fried, or even sunny side up!”

“G-gimme a moment,” you choke out, before running to make a mad dash for the bathroom. Once you’re safely behind the locked door, you scramble to pull your phone out and scroll down for Jungkook’s contact with shaky fingers.

It takes five rings before your best friend reluctantly picks up, “Oi! Woman, what do you want?”

“He’s still here!” You half-whisper, half-scream into the phone.

“Wait, who?”

“Jin!” You hiss, “Kim Seokjin is still here!”

“What? Didn’t you say you bit his dick?!”

“Yeah, but I think he actually liked it. Jungkook, he actually cooked me breakfast!”

There’s a brief moment of silence on the other end as Jungkook slowly processes your statement. Then, he curses loudly, “Shit.”

You wince, “What do I do now?!”

He sighs deeply, “I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this, but I think we’ll have to take more drastic measures… Making you breakfast? That’s serious shit. It’s time to enact plan B.”

“Plan B?” you repeat in confusion, “What does that entail?”

“You’ll see. But if you follow the plan, I can guarantee you that in less than ten days, he’ll be begging for you to leave him alone.”

You raise an eyebrow, interest piqued by his bold claim, “Alright. Let’s hear your idea.”

Author’s note: First time I’ve posted anything for over a month. My writer’s block has been driving me crazy >.<

As always, please don’t ask me for updates! I think this will be around 2-3 parts. Thanks guys!

#jin smut #jin scenarios #jin scenario #bts scenarios #seokjin scenario

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