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hollyhomburg · 2 years

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Before I Leave You (Pt.18)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Tae’s rut hits and hits hard, luckily the pack is there to soften it’s blow.

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: Rut sex, knotting, possessive behavior, protective behavior, alpha/alpha content, m/m sexual content, cum marking, Dom/Sub undertones, implied extreme penetration, male omegas can give birth in this au, inflation kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, hand jobs, oral sex (male reciving) group sex, exhibitionism, innocence kink, voyeurism, trans! Taehyung, dysphoria, hallucinations, mentions of anorexia, blood, knives, implied murder.

W/c: 15.2k

A/n: Here it is! the first of many smut chapters lol, please be mindful of the tags! here is my policy on minors interacting with my nsfw content, please check it out if you feel it applies to you!

Previous part ~ Masterlist

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content that may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18, Proceed at your own discretion.

Tae’s rut is a brief and yet horrible fair, but the worst part is that no one’s prepared for it.

There is no time to talk things through, no time to make sure boundaries lie intact, this is the first rut that Yoongi’s shared with the pack since he came back- hell- he hasn’t even had sex with anyone yet.

And though Tae knows that sex with you is off the table, he knows and knows and believes this when he looks at your worried drawn face. There are still wants lingering, a kind of singular focus that Tae has on you. Ruts and heats are meant to help draw members together- and this- this would be perfect under other circumstances.

Her alpha whispers in her ear that this isn’t just a rut without reason. Tae’s alpha is an entity both absent and full of turmoil. Placid calm and a near-feral wanting that hover just below the surface.

Is it weird that Tae’s always thought of her alpha as genderless? Probably.

Emergency rut leave is pretty standard as far as workplace accommodations go- they all send emails, make phone calls, and send texts.

Jungkook's boss is only a tiny bit annoyed that she'll lose her right-hand man for the next 4 days after not having him for two. Namjoon has to cancel his surgery for the following morning but there's no way any of them would be able to leave Tae during a rut, no way any of them can leave the house period until after it's over. The night is tense, preparations made, both Jin and Jungkook are on contraceptives but they take an extra rut dose just in case.

Jimin has been acting a little weird since the whole growl thing. Sometimes- when Tae watches his soulmate out of the corner of his eye he’s is convinced that Jimin's fine. And then the other half of the time his mind is rushing with not right- theres something not right with him- not right at all.

A special Something that settles like a bad taste in Jimin's jaw or tenseness in his eyebrows when he looks at Tae- hovers close because he always hovers close. A doe-eyed listlessness and a hidden sense of betrayal that tae's sensitive nose can sniff out right now, his senses and sensitivities turned up on high.

But every time Jimin touches him (soft, slightly possessive grabs, a hand slung around his waist, Jimin's own alpha compensating for the up and down nature of tae's pre-rut) the feeling of rightness settles, And Tae's sure it was just his stomach turning or his ever-climbing hormones.

Tae remembers the first time they ever spent their ruts together, each of them syncing up shortly after they moved in together and started cohabitating, the rut sync a product of living in such close quarters. They’d nearly destroyed their entire tiny apartment, their freshly purchased and cheap bedframe broken to pieces. Chasing each other back and forth hunting each other. Each of them fighting for the privilege of knotting the other and winning, always winning no matter who took whose knot.

Sharing ruts and enduring them with the pack has always been a beautiful affair, it is fun after all, the special glances and secret boiling need. Tae knows that the next few days will be good; that he’ll spend his hours sweating and knotting whoever feels like taking one and the other hours bartering kisses for bites of food and orgasms for hours of sleep.

It will feel safe with everyone piled into the nest and confined to it for the sake of Tae’s instincts. It’s already the perfect nest, Tae’s instincts sing when Jin leads him to it, invites him to lie in it. Tae sleeps in Jin’s nest every night but even in pre-rut part of him wants to preen and puff his chest out at winning the privilege of getting to spend his rut in such a perfect nest. The omegas are so good for the alphas, created a space so soft that smells so good.

Perfect for pups.

For the first hour or so of pre-rut everything is fantastic. But then in the next, the dysphoria rages. Tae hasn’t ever felt dysphoric during a rut before but granted Her dysphoria hasn’t ever really been this bad before either.

One moment she’s fine and then next he’s choking on the scent of love, on the smell of old books, Jimin Jimin Jimin her instincts sing.

Minnie, how are you so pretty? not pretty like girls are pretty, in the way that I want to be pretty- but pretty like boys. The pretty alpha doesn’t know that Tae’s burning and freezing at the same time, suffocating and high off oxygen. The pretty alpha at the foot of the bed sets his perfect hand on Tae’s chin to wipe away the bitter drool and Tae repays him by sinking her teeth into his palms.

Just because she thinks he's cute, no other reason.

“Bad puppy” Jimin croons, wincing only slightly. Tae knows that he doesn’t mind the pain. Tae’s nibble doesn’t make Jimin flinch at all, only makes him stick his perfect chubby fingers onto his tongue and push like he's testing how good Tae can be for him the confines of his warm and wet mouth. But Jimin won’t get to enjoy it tonight, No- tonight is all about tae and Tae’s pleasure alone.

Jimin’s almost shaking with how excited he is, Tae doesn’t often let himself be open and vulnerable to the point where he’ll indulge in Jimin’s pillow princess kink (Jungkook on the other hand is another story.) But tonight, Jimin will have Tae on his tongue and not much else.

“Don’t you know not to play with your food?” Jimin is all wide pupils and delighted smirks. He loves ruts with Tae- has loved them since the very first one.

Tae isn’t sure why she’s feeling all sentimental over this, one moment she wants to eat Minnie and the next she feels like she wants to sob into his shoulder. Why do you feel so far? When you’re right next to me? maybe she would if it was just them.

But they aren’t the only two people in the nest, the rest of the pack hovers around making preparations. Jungkook re-fluffs the nest and removes some of the treasured items that he doesn’t want to ruin before he’s whisked away into the bathroom for a last-minute shower by Namjoon, Jin deposited gently in his place.

Jin’s a sensible nest maker whereas Jungkook’s a little wild. He lays a few towels around the base, on the pillows too. The rough material makes the oldest omega crinkle his nose but Tae wants to say that the nest is perfect even with it. But instead of words, a growl erupts from his throat, making the pack omega cock his head at the younger.

“Oh, sweetheart” Jin croons, opening his arms up for Tae to flop near, though he feels lumpy and uncoordinated. More instinct and wolf than human.

On any normal day the pet names just don’t do it for Tae (it’s just not the way he accepts affection, not really- something about the way they say them just a little off.) But in rut Tae absolutely loves being called anything the speaks to the fondness the pack has for him. See- I’m a good alpha aren’t I, if you’re calling me good, I must be worth nesting and protecting and

Pups, his head is dizzy with the thought of pups. Tae doesn’t have a breeding kink outside of rut head spaces, doesn’t have kinks period much to his pack-mates dismay.

Though there are more than enough kinky members of the pack to go around, with only 2 truly submissive members and nearly 4 dominant ones. Enough that Tae’s love of vanilla sex is often a respite.

Tae has always been happy to watch and not participate. And then give a sex version of a warm hug when they needed a cool down. that’s what they told him it felt like all those years ago before he learned not to be upset or insecure that he just…didn’t want those things the way the others did.

But that all goes out the window in a rut.

A throaty growly voice in Tae’s head says that they wouldn’t make a nest if they weren’t ready. An ache in his chest and his mouth that says to bite and claim. But there isn’t enough his mouth can do- he has to claim them further and in a more thorough way. Pump them full with his cum and hope it takes. Hope that he knocks them up so that everyone in the world will know what Tae did to them, that they’re /his/.

The omegas smell so sweet, Jungkook’s honey is so thick that Tae feels like he just tried to eat out a beehive, and Jin- Jin already smells milky. He’d be so good with pups- so impossibly good that Tae can’t take his mind off of it, especially with the omega's stretched out in the nest.

His shirts rucked up a little to show his flat stomach, it’s heartbreaking really- for such a perfect omega to lie unbred. The alphas too are all wrong, they don’t smell nearly enough like each other like a united front. How would anyone know that Minnie had someone to protect him smelling like that- they smell all lonely- Hobi too.

Though the smell of cinnamon fills the nest room so thick that it’s hard to breathe, Tae can’t really smell himself, only the others can. The waves of sweet cinnamon and nutmeg waft and fill the room. Dousing everyone in a smell like Halloween and thanksgiving. More pungent than a fucking Yankee candle with some stupid name like ‘harvest’ or some shit.

And then the feral edge, the nest isn’t perfect, it’s far from perfect far too empty. “Please” he begs. He isn't at the horny- need-to-fuck-everything-that-moves- parts of the rut yet, just the stage where he feels like something terrible might happen to every member of the pack if he doesn’t get them safe and in his arms this instant. A threat hidden in the shadows, Tae’s will bends under the weight of the instincts.

All members of the pack, including you and Yoongi. He can hear you and he can smell you too- Tae lifts his heavy head from where he’s pillowed against Jin’s stomach and whines

The voices stop, and then you’re standing in the doorway. Oh- your shorts are so cute, purple and dotted with polka dots and a white t-shirt just like Yoongi. You both smell absolutely divine. How do the others not notice?

Your smells might as well be one, You both smell like coco and cakey goodness though if he had to put a name to it Yoongi’s is more Malo mars and whoopie pies and yours is more coffee cake or chocolate frosting. Each of your original scents is more dominant than the hints of the other you’ve gotten from your mating mark.

Tae is drooling again and Jimin helps him, wipes it off with a thankful look in Yoongi’s direction. Tae can’t speak past the taste of chocolate cake on his tongue, but the rest of the pack takes control thankfully. “Are you sure it won’t be bad if we hang out for a bit?”

It’s not exactly the ruth of what’s going to happen but all Tae knows is that Yoongi is looking at him like the thought of not being a part of this is hurting him. Stay- Tae’s instincts command- stay and sit on the edge of the nest and I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to just- don’t don’t go where I can’t protect you- Please.

Instead of words, there are only more whines. But it’s only temporary, soon Tae will get his words back, will be whining and growling absolute filth about how the only way to keep his pack tethered to him is to knock them up- the only way to make sure they won’t leave for good-

Yoongi’s summoned to the bed by the force of Tae’s whines and the tears threatening at his waterline, half sad and half frustrated. Logically Tae knows why the two of you can’t stay, why you can’t help with this rut. you’re just not ready- but that doesn’t mean it makes this any easier.

At least you’re in here now, for these few minutes, Tae can keep you safe. Safe- you’re safe here. Tae’s gaze flickers from Yoongi, to where you stand behind him.

You linger in the doorway, it's late, late enough that on any other night, you'd be already asleep. The only ones besides you and Yoongi not in the nest yet are Jungkook and Namjoon. But it’s not enough to ease the fear in Tae’s heart; Namjoon will guard Jungkook- the good pack alpha that he is. But without an alpha between the two of you you're vulnerable. You and Yoongi are not alphas. Not alphas- need alphas-

The wishes the word 'breedable' didn't pop into her head when she looks at you. Maybe that’s what finally gets her voice to come back, her jaw popping like she’s just finished swallowing a mouthful of peanut butter.

"Stay” you suck on your lower lip, looking down at Tae. She's curled up closer to Jimin than to Jin now who slowly leaves little sucks against Tae's scent gland. The contact makes shivers and tingles strike all the way down her spine.

Jin isn’t far either- though he’s shifted to the head of the bed trying not to get closer and risk triggering Tae with his scent. Close enough to sate tae's instincts but not much else.

"I'm gonna get some food set up, call me if anything changes, okay?" Jin makes a noise in his throat, and Hoseok slips from the bed. Tae's pupils are blown so wide her eyes look nearly black. She doesn't even seem to notice Hoseok’s leaving. But maybe that's a good thing- too focused on you to try and get him to stay.

You and Tae stare at each other long enough that everyone takes notice, she looks so breakable. You’ve always associated Tae with a kind of impenetrable quiet. The stoutness and power that words and libraries have. But now she just looks brittle, brittle, and needy and you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from staying if you tried.

It’s Tae- Tae whose cheeks you dotted with blush last night. Not a scary alpha in a rut. A few months ago, you’d never imagined that you’d be allowed such an intimate glance and You can’t say you hate it. Jin’s nest has always looked nice, but now it looks positively fortress-like.

“Just until the first wave hits,” you say, but you recognize the red-cheeked fever slowly taking hold, hazing over Tae’s eyes until they look frantic and high, pupils blown. It won’t be long before the rut settles.

Yoongi’s already pulled himself up to sit by Jin, the older omega sighing and lacing his fingers with your mates. You look to Yoongi, and he nods. And then Jin makes a noise and the two of them share a look that says something you can't decipher. A look that betrays the years they've known each other.

This is going to be a bad rut, they can both tell, their hyung instincts tingling. But there isn't anything they can do to stop the abrupt descent. Ruts and pheromones are kind of like dominoes- there isn’t any way to slow its progression.

They can only comfort Tae and hope he doesn't leave the rut too damaged, can barter glasses of water and mouthfuls of food for orgasms and hope that Tae’s instincts to please and protect and provide will be moldable enough to balance against the urge to breed and fuck and claim.

It doesn't help that Tae's by far the hardest pup in the pack to baby, the most resistant to care and affection.

Unlike another pup, your eyes flicker up at Jin and he aches with the way you look at him, still so unsure, still so shy. Though he's sure part of this must just be Tae, having an alpha in rut must not be easy for your easily startle-able prey senses.

But just like usual- Jin miss judges the source of your distress. You grip the hem of your shirt with both hands, crumpling it up like you need something to hold onto. “Can I? I’ve never been in your nest before?”

“Of course, sweet thing” Jin croons, running his fingers through Tae’s hair. For some reason, he feels like he’s been unable to read you recently. Especially when he’d looked up after coming home today and found you teetering, so unsteady on your feet and dizzy that it was noticeable. Was it omega space or hunger? Jin's not sure which.

Maybe it’s a good thing that your relationship hasn’t progressed to the point where you’d share ruts and heats with the pack. The others have a good layer of fat on their bones. Even Jimin, Hobi, and Jungkook with their lithe more muscle than anything else bodies won’t drop a weight class after a few days of eating light and being fucked within an inch of their lives.

Seokjin doesn’t want to think about what might happen to you if the same happened. a trip to the emergency room to be put on fluids at worst probably. Namjoon would probably want to do it himself, work himself up into a near feral headspace to have the newest member of the pack put into danger.

Seokjin wonders how long it’s been since you got your heat at all, he's never heard you mention it before, and judging from what he knows about the timeline you should have gotten at least once in the time that you've lived in this house and been with Yoongi.

After- Jin resolves internally, after realizing what a shit job he’s done at makeing sure you take care of yourself- after tae’s rut I’ll pay more attention to you- I’m sorry I haven’t been able to before now- I promise I’ll be a better pack omega for you.

Your nose is starting to feel a little numb with the tang of pepper and cinnamon. It’s kind of surprising that you can only smell distant touches of Jin and Jungkook in the nest, maybe that’s good- because it doesn’t have the same effect as it might ordinarily have on you. You’re not sure they could handle a strange omega messing up their careful edges right now.

This isn’t about you or Jin’s nest- this is about Tae- lying on his back like an overturned snail peering up at you with the widest saddest eyes imaginable, imploring and glassy.

The careful distance you try to cultivate is instantly erased by Tae rolling over to get closer to you. Yoongi’s quite absorbed with Jin at the moment as the omega tilts his head, laying his cheek on top of the beta’s head. The beta hums and there goes that look again like Yoongi's trying not to let his emotions show, a small smile hinting at how pleased he is.

Tae seems to be able to smell more than Jin and you can, his pupils dilate staring at you, mouth hanging open- you smell so good- your skin smells good, those little shorts leave so much of you open- so open and unmarked.

Tae tilts his face to try and lift the hem of them with his nose and Jimin’s hand instantly cups his jaw still touching him softly, but turning his head away from you with a strong jerk. “Don’t even try it” But it’s all playful and painfully necessary. And Tae is quickly distracted as his soulmate strokes down his chest, from his scent gland, all the way down.

You've never seen Tae without a shirt on, but she's got a surprisingly gentle body, hard lines that say alpha but not like Jimin and Hobi who practically put on muscle without any fat. She's soft, cute in the way she gasps in the bed when Jimin dares to touch a little too low. Fingers playing with the little bit of happy trail on tae's cute tummy, fuzzy like a peach.

“Is it going to bother you?” Jimin clears his throat, re-clarifies, and it's only after that Tae realizes he’s not talking to him. Jimin always thinks about consent, even during ruts. “If I touch him to help take the edge off? Is that okay?”

You shift, a little further away pulling your knees up against your chest. “No- it’s fine if that’s what Tae needs. Go ahead.” Jimin settles, and Tae knows how he looks when he’s trying to show off.

Will this be a performance? A show to make certain that the newest member of their pack knows how good the alphas are at taking care of their own? Tae wants to show too- wants to make sure you know that they’re the best possible alphas for the job- wants too-

"Can I, scent? Cake please?" Tae seems to be borrowing a page from your book because she's having trouble coming up with enough words to describe what she needs. She's not interested in whatever Jimin's offering right now with you perfect and sweet-smelling so close. But she's not looking at you, or even Jimin or Yoongi- no.

Tae tilts her face up, pouting up at Jin with a set of quite frankly lethal puppy eyes. Jin raises a pointed eyebrow in your direction and Tae whines. "Please, no bites- no" already sensing Jin turning him down. Jimin still has his fingers laced in Tae's hair and he pulls a little rough to keep her at the moment. It seems to jog Tae out of her stupor. "What do you say pup?"

You try to pretend you don't feel warm when you tuck your legs under your body and scoot back over to Tae's side. Extending your wrist under the watchful and wary eyes of Jimin, Jin, and your mate. If you didn't know any better you could swear the three of them look hungrier than Tae does.

She gasps when you press your wrist to her nose, Tae takes several greedy lung fulls of your scent, lips brushing against the tiny but no less sensitive scent gland hidden there between the meat of your palm and the delicate bones of your wrist. She can smell your pulse, rapidly beating like a little bird's heartbeat.

You curl up tentatively around her, knees knocking against her stomach. Letting her pull you closer, on top of her a little. It’s not dissimilar to how you were in omega space a few hours ago, though there is a certain urgency to her actions. Like if she doesn’t get you close something bad could happen.

“Sorry- sorry-“ she says but doesn’t stop her vice-like grip around your waist, it’s nearing midnight. Distant moans can be heard in the other room- and you all ignore them as you let Tae scent you to her heart's content. Laying her claim on you thick and heavy until you smell like apple pie or churos, like cinnamon rolls.

Namjoon and the omegas have a particular pre-rut ritual, Yoongi described it to you with hushed non-descript words earlier but even that had you needing to take a second to reign in your scent a little before you tried to help comfort Tae and ease her down.

Their ritual is more a matter of safety than anything else and meant to help Jungkook and Jin better take the nearly gargantuan knots of the alphas without too much pain and discomfort. On any other day, they'd easily be able to take being stretched open. Their bodies are made for it after all and Jungkook especially loves a thick knot at the end of the day, real or plastic.

But ruts are a whole different ballgame and come with their own set of risks.

With ruts, knots swell to double their usual size- sometimes more depending on how bad the rut is. knotting un-prepped during a rut poses a real risk to omegas. Soreness is a given, but any worse injury is only avoidable with careful attention and not the kind that Tae is capable of right now.

And Namjoon? Namjoon would really like to avoid a trip to the emergency room. An alpha in a rut who decided to go feral after losing an hurt omega would be a whole different headache. Especially when he can avoid it with a little bit of attention.

With Jimin and Hobi they might be able to skirt by as long as they’re still lucid enough at the first knotting to be careful and work the omegas up with their fingers. That's not to say that Jimin and Hobi have insufficient knots or that their ruts are easier.

With Joon and Tae, there's always a guaranteed grace period between knottings, a good 45 minutes before their knots deflate at all and they can even think of fucking someone or something else. Not like with Jimin and Hobi- who have opened the omegas up so thoroughly by the end of their ruts that they can fuck and breed them without much pause between each round.

Jin is already sitting gingerly at the head of the nest, having been opened up thoroughly by Namjoon an hour prior, the shower helped wash away the smell of his arousal and He can only hope Namjoon's quite diligent help lasts until Tae’s rut hits.

Help is a poor word to describe what it actually was; Namjoon pushing Jin’s shoulders into the tiled wall, sweetly pressing in his soapy fingers past Jin's sensitive rim, the water taking his slick down the drain. The alphas croon in his ear- as dominant as he ever dares to get with Jin, "Gotta get you clean hyung? Right? So that Tae can make you messy?"

The room full of Seokjin’s barely contained breathlessness as Namjoon bears three fingers down, his touch the perfect balance between clinical and intimate. this isn’t to get jin off and honestly- he should conserve his strength. Jin can’t stop trying to regain control, hisses, and lets out a breathy "that's a good pup."

The alpha laughs, "you should save your voice for Tae.”

By the looks of it, the true stages of rut will hit by morning.

Omegas have to be kept safe during a heat under fear of what might be done to them, but alpha's ruts are deceptively just as dangerous. There isn't the question of what might happen- but what they might feel is necessary to do to protect their pack when hormones run high and instincts run higher.

If an alpha in rut senses a distressed packmate- there isn’t a limit to what they’ll do, usually come at the threat with teeth bared and fists raised. Unable to listen to reason or words- completely at the mercy of their instincts to protect their pack from a threat and minimize it under pain of death.

You can imagine what happens when what causes the omega discomfort is the pain of being knotted. A lot of tears, and most of the time the alpha refuses to touch the omega again. Alphas need to knot during a rut, or else their fever will climb higher and higher until it can’t anymore.

Jungkook and Namjoon do it in the shower because then they can wash off the arousal. Any scent of that at all would plunge Tae headlong into a rut and that would be too much- way too much, to descent so quickly and uncontrolled. It’s a delicate game of barely-there touches and crooning words. A balancing act between too much and not enough.

There is a blanket covering Tae’s lower half and Jimin hasn’t stopped his gentle stroking, occasionally his hands dip lower under the covers where you can't see. He’s not sweating too much yet, but his cheeks are warm and his whole body nearly seems to glow in the dim light.

“Tae baby- what can we do? How can we make it better?” Yoongi scoots a little closer and something in Tae preens. Smiling up at the beta dopy and high on the rush of pheromones and hormones. That’s good, just a few more packmates missing from the safe cradle of the nest. Just a few more and then everyone will be safe. Then Tae only has to be good enough to convince them to stay.

Logically Tae understands and is well aware of what they’re doing. Though part of him is so focused on the image of Jungkook probably taking several of Namjoon’s fingers to care much or ask for more. Is slick pooling with the water on the shower? Is their skin getting all pink and flushed? Is the door locked are they okay- are they-

Tae’s body feels raw and sensitive just thinking about it, every sensation too stimulating and yet too under stimulating all at once. Jimin’s hand pauses its rubbing smooth circles onto Tae’s tummy just to let the shivers subside. Continuing only when he feels his soulmate has eased back into the sheets.

Tae swallows, works up to it, sifts through his thoughts to find his words. “Just stay close okay. Stay as long as you can.”

You settle back, and the silence stiffens, Yoongi curled to your side, a protective barrier on your back edge. Good- your mate will make you safe. That’s all Tae wants for you. “Do you want to... talk or something?" Tae is still clutching at your arm, and Jimin is the one who frees you from Tae who whines like his favorite toy has just been taken away.

“You're a sweetheart,” Jin says, reaching over to cup your cheek. The pack omega is always touchy when one of his pups is vulnerable- and heats and ruts- they’re quite possibly the most vulnerable part of their lives.

You grin "What? is that your way of telling me to shut up?”

It means something that you try to joke right now to alleviate the tension. None of them mention that you not speaking really isn’t something to joke about given your history or the tremble in your voice as you speak even now.

He doesn’t know how long you’ll get to stay, probably before any real sex starts. A part of Tae wants to pout at that, pull you closer, and keep you there. Maybe nip at your mating mark, and get you to settle back into that cozy headspace that you had earlier with Yoongi hopefully too. And it hurts- it hurts so bad that he knows you’ve got to leave.

Everyone ignores what's happening, the fact that they're all holding themselves back in more ways than one.

“Woh Tae-“ Hobi stops before he enters the room, no doubt assaulted by the smell, the ever-thickening scent of arousal and happy alpha, “you’re progressing quick.”

Tae growls but it’s not a threatening gesture- “Hobi- please- nest- gotta get in the nest- it’s not safe-” Hobi is merciful, shoves the tray of food and protein bars onto the bedside table, definitely knocking someone's phone onto the ground and piles into the nest. Tae is ready and waiting, arms outstretched. If only Tae could have more arms, could get his hands around more than one packmate- then the instincts just might be sated.

Jin rewards Hobi with a slight pet down his neck and the alpha leans into it. “better Tae?" Jin asks, Jimin measures his soulmates condition and Tae's leg jiggles restlessly but the alpha only whines, doesn't move to rut his cock into Jimin leg like he easily could- holds back because- “The others-“

Jin reaches over to shush him, “soon baby, soon.”

There are a lot of hands-on him, Hobi's all pressed to his side, Jin's hand in his hair pulling at it regularly, your hand that twines with his, and Yoongi's on his neck, slowly massaging his pink and swollen scent gland.

The sheer amount of food Hobi brought is honestly impressive, though you do notice with a pang that Hobi brought not only a normal assortment but also gluten-free low sugar protein bars for Jungkook and a bit of fresh-cut veggies. It’s overkill really, seeing as there will always be someone available to cook.

It's yet another reminder that Yoongi won’t really be helping with this rut and neither will you, though it makes you feel guilty to think that you’re depriving the pack of one of their most valuable members during rut. Tae already seems more lucid with Yoongi’s scent in the air.

Yoongi had brought you aside after dinner, while the other members of the pack were trying to stuff every possible calorie in their systems. Though you’d fully anticipated nesting alone tonight and given Yoongi full permission to help Tae with this- he’d resisted with a pregnant look at you, both of you doing clean up while the others fussed about.

Now you wonder if it wasn't only for your benefit, maybe for all his love Yoongi isn't ready, maybe that's it, because he certainly seems to be completely focused with Jimin and Tae right now. Entranced with them, some part of him ready to spring forward,

Jimin’s hand is playing with the string on Tae’s sweats, pulling it through his fingers, the barely-there contact is making Tae pant- really- it’s kind of pathetic, how even a little stimulation near his knot right now can make him already half hard. But then Jimin notices you're looking and re-fixes the blanket.

"Let's get you up into Yoongi's lap sweet thing." Tae can't sit up, probably wouldn't be possible of it, but before he knows it his head is being placed upon chocolate smelling and surprisingly plush thighs. He knows- Tae knows what Yoongi's bare thigh looks like, knows how smooth and milky the skin is.

Tae tilts his head and narrowly suppresses the urge to bite into Yoongi’s skin rather than his pants. Tae is keenly aware that just under his teeth is your mark, would you feel it if he bit there? Would you like it? Tae wants too- his mouth is aching and salivating.

“Oh, Tae-“ you break his concentration, and suddenly he's looking up at you again. Your hair spilling, nearly tickling his face carrying with it the smell of 'omega'

Omega, cute omega, omega that needs Tae's help and omega that is too far away. even inches feel like miles, the only way tae and you could get close enough is if she was inside of you.

Come closer, an eerily predatory voice says in Tae's ear. She's safer next to you- she's safer knotted. Tae’s pheromones spike so high, so warm and enticing that you can’t help your body’s reaction.

You might just crumple and melt in embarrassment, the fact that they could all tell- your body's reaction to alpha in a rut is the same as any other omega would be, more instinctual and natural than a choice you make. A little bit of slick, no more than a drop is still like blood in the water to a shark.

“Shit” Hobi’s hand tightens around Tae’s middle, to try and keep him in place but he’s not quick enough. to Jimin's credit, he does manage to keep Tae pinned to the bed, but only barely.

"Honey you-" Yoongi puts himself in between you and Tae before anything can happen.

Tae snarls and squirms to get at you- bearing his teeth and breathing through them. His head spins with the sweetness- so sweet. Jimin has the good sense to diffuse the situation with a hard press of the meat of his hand against Tae's cock. Tae's snarl cuts off into a whine and Tae ruts his hips up against jimin’s hand in search of more pleasure.

Everyone exhales, a crisis just barely averted. You can think about why you leaked a little bit of slick later when Tae doesn't need help.

“Am I making it harder? On Tae?” you ask Jin and Jimin, not Tae because you don't think he'd be able to answer you honestly right now.

“No- no! don’t leave yet!” he gasps, but his pleas go largely ignored, Jimin pushes his leg to the side with his knee. Hard, laying Tae out with an impressive show of strength. This is why Jimin lies above Tae in the hierarchy officially; Even in rut, the tiniest alpha is still able to restrain him. Jimin's muscles flex, the veins in his arms stick up a little.

Tae will gladly give up his power to Jimin if that means you and Yoongi get to stay a little longer. He backs down the second Jimin sends him even a slightly domineering look, melting when he sees such a sweet show of submission- unexpected especially from Tae and the kind of thing that Jimin savors.

He only ever gets to indulge with his dominant urges when Tae is in rut. They've been like this forever- desperate to test the boundaries. Tae is not strictly dominant or submissive, not a switch, and a Dom, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think Jimin being scary isn't hot.

“No- if anything it will make it better” Jimin pauses, and his hands stay firmly under the blanket, out of sight but not at all out of mind. his hands work at an easy rhythm under the covers. Arms flexing, you can't look at them, or else you'll want to look under the covers and see what Jimin's doing to Tae, can't look.

But from the expression on Tae’s face, it must feel good, his lips parts, eyes dark and swimming with pleasure nearly rolling back. But it’s not Tae you’re looking at, pink-cheeked and staring at Jimin.

You keep his stare as if in a challenge, though part of you wants to shrink. Jimin quirks an eyebrow at you as if he's surprised by your bravery too, he hasn’t figured out that if you look at Tae you’re going to slick up again yet. “You've never? Helped an alpha through rut before?”

“It wasn’t like this. Tae’s got- a lot fewer words than he did” and that’s true. You try not to think about it, you don’t think Tae would react well if you suddenly started smelling sad so you reign your scent in. Don't think of Geumjae's ruts, you chant in your head, don't think about him right now.

“What does it feel like for you?”

Jimin’s hand continues to move under the covers, but he doesn't stutter, doesn’t act like he’s doing anything other than touching his stomach or something else benign and mundane. Tae moans, legs splaying, belly bared. It’s an oddly pupish gesture- something that maybe they'd expect to see from Jungkook or Hobi.

Jimin smirks “like you’re wearing a collar and every packmate holds a different end of the leash.”

“That sounds confusing.”

Jimin laughs, and Hobi does too, both of them saying “it is” at the same time and sharing a grin. Hobi shrugs against the nest, It doesn’t look like he’s bothered by Tae clearly getting a hand job under the covers. You wonder what the rest of their relationship is like if this is so routine, so normal that Hobi stifles a yawn, nose shriveling cutely. “It also feels really safe.”

You giggle too, this isn’t tense and this isn’t scary even if it is new. It’s just Minnie and Tae, it’s just Minnie and Hobi and Jin and your mate warm behind you. Maybe you hadn’t realized how much you’ve grown to trust all of them until now. They’re good packmates, they treat Tae with such gentleness and carefulness, so mindful of the lines that they can and can’t cross.

Minnie is such a good packmate,

Tae’s run-heavy brain reminds him- he always makes the omegas smile and laugh and smell so good. Tae shifts his hips, fucking his hard and warm cock up into Jimin’s hand, he’s leaking enough pre-cum that there is no need for lube. Maybe if he shows Jimin and the rest of the pack how good he can knot his hands he’ll get to fuck the omegas sooner.

You tentatively and gently reach down and wipe the bangs back from Tae’s sweaty head and he moans, low and guttural. He's panting openly now, being touched by packmates has body squirming in satisfaction, almost more than the pressure around his cock.

Let me knot you- let me claim you please before anyone takes you away- but Tae’s mouth won't Cooperate, won’t ask, all that comes out is a snarl. You cup Tae’s cheek and for a painful second and Tae isn’t thinking about fucking his knot into the tight ring of Jimin’s fingers, no- she’s thinking about fucking you.

The image is supple and sweet and so vivid that Tae can already taste your slick on the back of her throat. She could get you laid out on the soft carpet in the library room, put you in that pretty little bralette just to slide it off you as slowly as possible.

She would savor every moment, every new inch of skin she was allowed to nip at and claim. She could nibble and suck on the skin around the flowered hem until bruises bloomed around it and make you a bouquet of moans, a garden only for her to touch and love and lavish with attention.

You’re terribly innocent-looking as you watch her in her fantasy, a delicious blush to your lips painted there by her hands, with hidden heat under your skin that makes Tae want to bite more. She’s not sure you know how to present, but Maybe Tae could teach you how- how to be a good omega and how to take your knotting beautifully.

Tae would be sweet but she wouldn’t be gentle, at least not unless you wanted her to be. Maybe she should tie you up in some pretty ribbons, set you up like a present because that’s what you are. Pretty and delicate and so so small. a gift to be able to fuck such a fine omega. maybe thats why the others won’t let her have at you yet.

Tae has to earn it.

She wonders what you’d look like taking her knot, would it make your stomach bulge? So utterly filled by her that you could tell just by looking? Tae’s alpha seems to love the idea of that, and her snarls turn into a low happy grumble. Tae feels near-feral as the image of pumping you full with warm cum and making you look pregnant before it even takes.

The image of it rises to the forefront of Tae’s mind without her control. Something about it feels slightly wrong- you haven’t consented to being thought of like this in Tae’s mind, haven’t shown you want this- no- that’s not right to think, is it? you smell like slick but that's not a yes, not a please breed me alpha like Tae dreams of hearing.

Tae’s hold on what’s good and what’s proper is slipping away, her brain running rampant at the images. Tae is going to cum, the end barreling past her and she’s not sure that she wants to tip over that edge. She knows once this bit of lucidity is gone it won’t come back until the rut is over and it will take you with it. Away from her and headlong into danger.

It isn’t safe- isn’t safe outside the nest. You’re too small- too tiny- both you and Yoongi couldn’t defend yourselves from an alpha like Tae- it’s her duty to protect you- to mark you-

Tae is hazy enough (and quite frankly horny enough) in a rut that the idea of staining your skin with some white of her own around the hem of that bralette makes Tae want to growl and climb on top of you, Make it a reality. A claim is the only way to make sure you stay safe when you leave where Tae can’t go.

But before she can even twitch Seokjin's hands go hard on her shoulder, Hobi's too. "No pup, you have to stay right where you are for us, look at you protecting us so well." Jin’s words aren’t exactly articulate, but they do the trick.

This isn't the first rut they've all shared together, they know what gets Tae's alpha brain going. To their credit, the words do get him to stay right where he is. Especially Hobi leaning down to mutter hot in his ear. “Got to show them, show Jinnie how good you knot Jiminies hand?”

Tae hick-ups. Hobi isn’t ever dominant either But he’s trying- knows enough to recognize the tenuous hold they have on Tae right now and that she needs to know his pack is present and nearby (which begs the question where the fuck are namjoon and jungkook? What's taking them so long) One finger wrongly placed and it might be enough to push Tae over the edge. But his pack-mates won’t let Tae fall, at least not until he’s ready to guide him safely from pre-rut into full rut.

Tae’s brain is a mess- looking up at you- if she can’t fuck you- if she can’t satisfy you that way- Food, there's food on the side table. Tae must provide and protect. and if he cant do one the other is the best option. He tries to reach for it but someone’s hand meets his own again. It’s Jin, taking one hand in his own and pinning it to the bed. Tae tries to make words in dismay but all that comes out is growls.

Jimin’s hands move with ruthless efficiency. It somehow makes Tae want to bear his neck and also snap his teeth at Jimin. His soulmate uses two hands, needs to in order to encircle Tae’s cock fully. Jimin’s hands are pudgy and calloused, the kind of friction that makes Tae keen. He’s already leaking enough pre-cum under the blanket that you can smell it. Like Tae's scent but saltier.

They make no moves to conceal what they’re doing and you shift at the blatant display. Yoongi cradles you close to him, pulling you a few more inches away from Tae and safely into his lap.

Ah- that’s okay- both of you belong to Tae Afterall so the claim of Yoongi’s hands on you mean little if anything to Tae right now. As long as you stay in the nest, you’ll be fine.

Especially with the straight magic coming out of his soulmate's hands right now, Jimin chuckles when Tae starts rolling his hips, fucking up into his hands, trying to get as much stimulation on his cock as possible. Jimin leans forward, peppering a kiss along Tae’s hot and bare shoulder.

Too many clothes- his soulmate is wearing too many clothes and soon- Tae will want to feel him in full. How beautiful would it be if Jin let him fuck him, while Jimin filled him from behind? Jin is a good omega- would never make Tae beg during a rut.

Tae is positively writhing, his pupils blown almost completely. His rut is going to snap with this orgasm, they can all feel it. Jimin’s voice is low and urgent, “you’re going to have to leave the second he cums, or else he’s going to try and convince you to stay no matter what we agreed upon.”

You nod and the movement seems to catch Tae’s eyes, a predator honing in on her prey. She bares her teeth, panting and breathing through them. You see the moment it happens, watching Tae come undone under Jimin’s hand her brain snatched away by the force of the orgasm, the muscles in her stomach clenching and unclenching and her body goes hazy. Tae can taste everyone on her tongue at that moment. Their growls syncing, a breathy “that’s it my love” from Jimin that ends it.

A wet patch blooms on the thin blanket and you’re out of the nest before Tae can even come down, Yoongi half carries you away when you don’t move quick enough.

The disappointment and feral fear lurch in tae’s stomach (or maybe that’s just his abdominal muscles twitching as Jimin continues to milk his knot with a hard and unforgiving pressure- simulating an omegas body bearing down.)

“Get Namjoon and Jungkook while you’re at it!” Hobi calls through the door, already holding Tae down in case he decides to hunt you and drag you back into the nest.

“Tell them to hurry up while youre at it, Joon might need to scruff Tae again!” the growls and snarls coming from Tae’s mouth are loud enough that Seokjin how to shout, though you think it might become a moan towards the tail end.

Namjoon and Jungkook are a mess of skin damp and tacky steam spilling out of the bathroom. But Namjoon smells the shift the second the door opens, "Oh fuck- already?

Namjoon and Jungkook haven't bothered putting on clothes post-shower seeing as any and all garments only stand the risk of being ripped off or ruined by Tae. The towels slung around their waists do little to conceal their obvious arousals and you have to make yourself stare at the ceiling as they hurry past. propriety and thoughts of nudity go out the window during times like this. Your cheeks are so warm you’re sure they can tell you’re worked up even in the low light.

Yoongi's still holding onto you, hands digging into your waist. “Text me what Tae wants for breakfast in the morning!” he calls after them before the door is snapping shut, sealing the pack inside.

In the quiet of your room, it's startling how simple everything seems. What you just saw, what you were just privy to. Both you and Yoongi let out a breath that you hadn't realized you'd been holding. Things always feel safer when it's just the two of you but also lonelier. Both of you ignore the snarls and moans you can already hear from the other room.

Shit- the walls are thin and Taehyung is loud. You don't think you and Yoongi will be getting much peace tonight or for the next few days. You make a frustrated noise and flop onto the edge of your nest, half overwhelmed and half needy.

You’d love to say that you’re not affected by what just happened, but you are. Yoongi's palm is warm on your lower back for a second. It has the added benefit of making you more grounded. More focused on him in front of you.

"Sorry- I didn't mean to-" Yoongi's hands slide to your shoulder, hand cupping your jaw to tilt your face up to meet his. He searches your face for something- what? You're not sure of. He visibly checks that you’re okay, sighing and letting you go after a second, saying nothing.

Yoongi slides off his sweatshirt. Even in only a few minutes of sitting with Tae- it still somehow smells like rut. His collarbones are pink, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Yoongi this flushed. you roll over, your feet dangle just above the floor.

“Why didn’t you want to help Tae?”

Yoongi hangs his sweatshirts on one of the hooks that you usually put your towels on, retrieving his phone from the pocket and putting the ringer on high (not like you wouldn’t be able to hear if they shouted from the other room, but Yoongi needs to make himself as available as possible in case the pack needs his help)

“Wouldn’t feel right, leaving you alone, while we were all wrapped up in each other. It gets pretty intense.”

Yoongi sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed, hand on your knee “I didn’t like thinking of you alone in the other room while we were all cozied up taking care of Tae.” he kicks his chin in the direction of the door, and as if in answer a loud moan echoes through your quiet house, though it sounds eerily similar to a howl.

You draw patterns on the bedspread with your fingers and Yoongi's fingers brush your cheek, nudging back some of the warmth. You're only an omega, it's natural that you're at least having some reaction to an alpha that you like in rut. Natural, you can still smell Tae from here, heady and heavy.

She smells really good even at this distance.

Does Yoongi think it's weird that you didn’t mind being in the room with her during that? Does he think it's weird that you're not scared? Does Yoongi want to help Tae and are you getting in the way of that again?

“I can take care of myself Yoongi,” and he looks at you pained like you both know that’s not quite true. You do your best- but even the least delicate of flowers need help somewhere along the line (and you are not the least delicate of flowers- not by a longshot)

But he doesn’t want to talk about that tonight, your vulnerability hasn't changed even if you're determined to integrate with the pack thats practically welcoming you with open arms. It only makes Yoongi more worried that you'll get in over your head before long. His arms slowly encircle your waist, pulling you close. And his words sound more placating than anything else. “I know sweetheart, I know, I just worry.”

“It’s gonna give you grey hairs.” Yoongi laughs, pearly teeth flashing in the half-darkness. He nuzzles along your neck prodding at your scent gland playfully with his nose.

“we could always just dye it funny colors I guess, any one you want.” A loud moan from the other room punctures the silence, and you’re both well aware of what’s in store for the next 48 hours. God- you wish the house had thicker walls.

“How about pink? Or mint green!” Yoongi just smiles down at you, pulling you over towards the bed closer fussing with you and getting you under the covers. you let Yoongi manipulate you. Just because Yoongi can’t baby Tae right now doesn’t mean he can’t baby you.

“We need to sleep.” You curl up together, and Yoongi puts the air conditioning unit on just to drown out the sounds coming from the other room. Shuts off the light, leaving the two of you curled in darkness.

If you listened- you could probably make out sounds, a loud squeal that sounds like it’s from Jungkook, a few low breathy ‘ah-ah-ah's’ from Tae and a voice that sounds like Namjoon's. “that’s it pup, just take it” you’ll blush if you think about it anymore. So you don’t, even though you can still hear the thumping of the bed frame against the wall.

Yoongi is fully anticipating having to patch the drywall after this.

Yoongi's hands play with the hem of your shirt. He can probably smell that you're still slicked up, but he also knows you- knows you don't want to do anything about it right now. You shift a little, uneasy, unable to relax quite just yet and Yoongi pulls your legs over his hips, sitting sideways.

Yoongi watches you in the darkness, his fingers play with your skin and there is an edge there- an edge that says Yoongi could get you where you needed to go and that you might want him to. A teasing edge to his probing fingers massaging your hip, squeezing, and then releasing. His fingers thumbing across your bones.

“There will be other moments of downtime, between Tae’s peaks he gets like- maybe an hour or two where he’ll be a little more lucid. We can see him and help out then, they’ll all need to eat, you will too.” That there is something in Yoongi’s voice that says there will be no arguing with him, his hands on you right now are just an edge too hard, holding. It's then that it clicks, why Yoongi’s acting this way about you and Tae.

“You’re possessive!” you cry, sitting up abruptly. Yoongi groans and hides his face. “you want me all to yourself you big squishy marshmallow lump!” Yoongi grumbles and tries to turn over. You try to stop him, but he catches your hand.

Yoongi’s hands have always been warm, warm, and rough. You like his hands- more than you’re willing to admit. Maybe it’s wrong to pick a favorite part of your soulmate but they’ve always been your soft spot. Maybe the haze of omega space hasn’t quite left because you find yourself lingering over them, tracing along a knuckle.

In the silence, you barely catch Yoongi gathering his words. a breath exhaled through his teeth. “I’m only gonna get all of you to myself for a little while longer, just a little while. So, sue me if I want to watch it happen slowly and not just because Tae convinces you that you want to help with his rut.”

You freeze. And you have to know, Yoongi knows you’re not stupid and that you think about your trauma often. You wish you could say that you didn’t think about your use to the pack in such concrete and cruel words like that.

But Tae could if he’d had asked. Yoongi wonders would you have really said no? Even if you weren’t quite comfortable with the idea of sex with them just yet? would you have weighed their wants against your own needs and found your own desires insufficient?

Omegas are supposed to help alphas with ruts. In the olden times, alphas were entitled to have at least one for their rut season. and while society has moved far past that some of those old values still linger in unexpected ways.

Yoongi knows they did with Geumjae, grew up hearing as much. it’s an omegas duty to help an alpha out, it’s the only thing that they’re good for.

Maybe the more startling thing to think about is the fact that Yoongi might have let you have sex with Tae. If you'd been convincing, had seemed honest about the idea that you could want this, and if he’d been lucid enough. Yoongi might have let his own interests get the better of him and his own desire to see you happy with the pack would have won out and then everything could have been messed up.

You're not ready sex and ruts with the pack, kissing maybe- but that's a big maybe. Rut sex is too intense, and Yoongi knows you, he knows you just a touch too well.

If Tae had asked, would you really have been able to say no? Would you have felt comfortable enough to say no if he wanted to do something to you that you didn’t like? The pack aren't monsters, but these conversations aren’t something you should have during rut or in any sort of rushed way. You should have time to build up to that kind of intimacy with them and not have it thrust upon you.

Maybe his words where a little harsh, but you can hardly blame him for wanting to protect you. You lean your body over, settling over him and caging Yoongi in. Hips splayed to fit over his hips.

“Okay,” you say because you don’t know what else to do. you don’t know what he suspects and he wants to keep it that way. he pulls you in close like his arms are enough to protect you from the horrors of your own mine and you set your cheek against Yoongi's chest and feel his breath on the top of your head. and although the scent of cinnamon hovers on the edge of every inhale Yoongi reminds himself that nothing happened, there isn’t any reason to catastrophize, any reason to worry or blame anyone.

(anyone but himself that is, for letting things get that far, for not dragging you back here sooner. if Yoongi voiced this you’d remind him that your actions aren’t his responsibility, so he doesn’t say anything at all)

In the quiet, you can still hear the noise from the other room. the growls and snarls and feral moans just seem to get louder and louder. “You used soundproofing foam in between the top floor and the bottom of the house right?"

"It was the first thing I thought of."

That night- Yoongi would never admit it- but he barely sleeps. Both listening for a hint of his name from the other room and looking down at you softly in his arms. Who knows how many more nights he's going to get you all to himself. Maybe the truth is that there are both good and bad things about being a part of a pack.

Things that Yoongi would never voice out loud let alone tell anyone but you. Will he miss the individual nature of your love once you have someone else? Is it wrong of him to feel possessive of you when you've never felt the same possessiveness over Yoongi or re-enforced your clear claim on him? not all packs are romantic, and not all mated pairs within packs have romantic relationships inside them.

“After you, who's ever going to need me like this again?”

Sometime in the night, you wake but only slightly, not enough to open your eyes or stir in your nest but enough to hear Yoongi talking to someone. Your nose lifts in sleep scenting the air. The scent of cinnamon is ever-present, but closer and softer- the heady scent of caramel.

Hobi.

You crack your eyes open and find The alpha looks a little worse for wear, lips pink and chapped, hair all ruffed and already looking like he hasn’t slept a wink. “How bad?” Yoongi asks, his hand is on Hobi’s waist, rubbing smooth soothing circles along the edge of his boxers.

And Hobi sighs. “Bad.” He runs his hands through his hair. “Jin thinks it might help if Tae can smell you, he refused to pop a knot until-” Hobi cuts himself off, “we need your scent, hers too” Hobi’s eyes meet yours in the darkness and at the focus, Yoongi turns.

“Go back to sleep sunshine.” you settle back into the bed watching them from there until your eyes get too heavy to stay open, You hear the sound of clothing being ruffled. Your dirty laundry basket being sorted through to find something suitable, something you won’t mind if it gets ruined or stained with cum or has holes bitten into. With Tae- all are possible.

The moans, whines, and snarls quite a little after Hobi brings over the clothes, and you’d never know it because Namjoon’s nearly gagged Tae with a pair of your tiny sleep shorts. Though the alpha is very interested in sniffing and licking at your clothing. It’s a little too feral- but every little hint of your scents does a little more to settle Tae.

And in the morning, there is this; Tae wrapped up in a happy bundle between Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon on the couch his face flushed and hair sweaty and greasy. a blanket lies over their laps and you don't want to think about what might be going on underneath. there is a certain closeness between them that says that Tae's cock just might be buried in Jungkook- knot warming him probably.

Hoseok’s and Jimin convinced Tae to leave the nest by commenting that Jungkook and Jin needed to eat, and with the subtle threat that that this way was the only way he would get to see you and Yoongi- in person and verify that some cataclysmic accident hadn't taken you in the last 10 hours since tae's seen your face.

He whines from the couch but Namjoon keeps him in place as only a pack alpha can, a hand around his waist and one palm massaging at his scent gland. A subtle scruff that keeps Tae in place. Though it seems to be having less and less of an effect as the rut progresses. Namjoon’s had to scruff Tae three times already. Once because of you and Yoongi leaving, and twice because Tae needed a push to pop a knot, was holding himself back for some reason.

"Alpha- alpha" Tae squirms against his touch. across his lap, jungkook hisses between bites of fruit proffered by Jin.

“Jesus christ what happened to you?” you ask when you see the state of the pack. Their skin looks nearly mauled, the little circles of bruises slowly turning from pink to purple, littered everywhere but mostly concentrated on their necks.

You poke at a bruise on Hobi’s elbow in teasing. It seems like a weird placement for a bite- what in the world would convince Tae that he needed to bite there, that the skin was too alluring to go unclaimed.

Don't look at their feet, a voice tells you, some things you just don't need to know.

“It’s just how Tae gets in Rut- he’s nibbly.” Hobi may not be the culinary master that Yoongi and Jin are but he’s at least capable of rice and scrambled eggs, Yoongi helps too, cooking hashbrowns nice and golden in the other pan. High protein and high carbs for all of them- to add fuel to the fire.

Jungkook will just have to do with the eggs, a little bit of chili oil thrown in for some flavor, and a good heaping portion of cheese. “How where we? Too loud?” he asks, leaning over the burner while you retrieve a coffee cup.

“No- you were all terrible,” you grumble, coffee- you just need coffee and then you won't be grumpy.

Tae whines, loud, Seokjin winces as it’s just been shrieked into his ear. Yoongi is quick to go and soothe him. “Not you Tae-baby, I’m sure you were a sweetheart the whole night.” Tae lifts his head, he’s so tired, sitting so gingerly that he barely opens his eyes. Though when he does, they widen, fixating on the column on your neck. You between Hobi and Jimin, the general chaos of them in the kitchen.

And before anyone notices it he’s trying to get up from the couch on unsteady legs. Jungkook has to hold around his neck not to be thrown off. “Not marked- not- omega please-“ Namjoon does a good job of pulling him back down. “No alpha- have to guard us” Jungkook says, breathless and flushed, sucking a similar mark to settle Tae onto his scent gland. Pink and sensitive looking, ringed with bruises too.

“Jesus you weren’t joking” the haze lessons, you can see it ebb and flow. Tae's hair is sticking up, looking at you. His muscles tremble with the strength of his resolve, holding himself back from literally pouncing on you.

He’s a tiny bit lucid for a second just enough to actually make some sense. He knows how he is right now, that there’s something wrong- that this rut is too deep. "Someone mark her please, or else I’m going to go insane- please- please." Tae begs so prettily.

Hobi and Jimin share a look, just a look before you're tilting your neck in Tae's direction. And oh- thank God for you because if there's one thing that can be said with certainty it's that you know how to defuse situations with distressed alphas.

"See Tae- I'm already marked enough don't you think?" his eyes fixate on the mark, and that at least- is true. The others wince, but for some reason, it does the trick. he whines Making eye contact with Yoongi.

There is stillness, and then Jungkook inhales a deep, unsteady breath.

And then Namjoon is scooping both him and tae up leaving no room for argument. "Okay! I think it's time for us to get back to the nest before someone has a meltdown." They hurry out, Yoongi and you take over cooking and when it’s finished, your mate takes it inside the room, stays for a good long while before he finally exits. You don't say anything about how chapped his lips are or that he smells an offal lot like Tae.

“OoOooo someone got /kissed/” you tease from the couch, the movie on the tv turned up to drown out the noises from the other room. yoongi throws a dishtowl at you that you dodge easily. “Oh shut it-”

“Make me.”

The overall rut haze is hard for Tae to sift through. The moments spliced together like a supercut. Down he goes, until instinct and pleasure blend into a frightening haze.

One moment he's looking down at Jin, jostled against the bed with every sweet thrust. Tae doesn’t feel the burn in his hips only the heavyness in his cock. The friction and pressure around him delicious. Slick dripping and squirting onto the towels below. the sensitivity around the base where his knot swells feel raw and chaffed though he couldn't be more than 24 hours into his rut.

He’s lost count of how many times he’s cum. Jin looks debauched, legs shaking as he lifts his ass up and presents himself. Strong thighs trembling.

Wide hips- Jin has such pretty hips, already littered with pretty bruises and the imprints of Tae's fingertips. Jin is mostly stoic and silent but the way he gasps each time tae’s stomach meets his ass betrays how much Jin is enjoying this.

Namjoon growls low in his ear. rutting his own cock inbetween tae’s ass cheeks, slick and wet with something. "Do you like that pup? like how it feels when you breed our omegas?"

"Yes! yes!" he cries, thrusting wildly, without rhythm or reason only a brutal pace, Hips stuttering. "Wanna- can I fill him up please?" he knows he’s got to ask, to be polite.

And the next moment, he's waking to find everyone asleep in the bed but him. The blackout curtains hold back all the light beside a simple shaft of light, cutting across Jimin’s cheekbones where he lays, over Tae’s stomach, ear pressed to his belly button. A hand that feels like Hobi's is laced in his hair stroking him softly as he sleeps. And just like that, another wave is upon him, the cinnamon spiking up and up and up. "Guys!" he calls, waking the pack.

But Tae is already snarling, hands searching for them. He cranes his neck, finds the nearest skin, and sinks his teeth into whoever it might be. Lightly, but enough to leave a mark with a few delicate sucks.

He wants to clean them up- licking the cum from their skin, moving with hidden energy to get them prepared and ready for another round. Tae can get lethargic during his ruts, but sometimes when his hidden alpha takes hold, he moves with a strength that's hard to hold back.

The next time Tae's even a little lucid he's looking down at Jungkook, fully asleep below him. His cheeks are pulled apart by Jimin to show his wrecked hole. Dripping and messy with Tae's cum and a glisten of sweet slick. The sheets are wet under his knees. Distantly he feels pride- he did that- made his omega squirt slick, loose control so completely that it fell with drips and dribbles.

Somonophilia isn't anything abnormal during a rut, generally, that's just what the omegas sign up for. If there were fewer of them in the pack it would happen even more regularly- getting fucked awake like this.

"I'm not going to let you fuck Jungkookie again unless you clean up your cum you messy pup" Jin croons softly. Dragging his fingers down to tease at Tae’s cock.

What a good omega, so ready for us to use. Tae's not sure who's speaking if it's him, his alpha, or Jimin curled to the side of the nest, his hand propping up his chin to watch Tae wreck Jungkook again and again. He watches a drip of milky cum leak from Jungkook's pink entrance. So pretty and so cute just sitting there ripe for the taking. What a good omega. Tae should reward him for being so delectable and give him a pup as a present.

(The fact that Jungkook would cringe at the idea of being pregnant and having any actual children always seems to escape Tae's brain during a rut, but that's fair- it is all for the sake of fantasy and appeasing Tae’s instincts.)

The next time he’s lucid Namjoon's mouth is working at Tae's cock side by side with Hobi's. Half kissing and half sucking him off while Jimin's thumb digs into the head of his cock. Jin sucks a hickey onto tae's neck and jungkook licks with abandon into tae's mouth, moaning "alpha- alpha."

Their lips play with the sensitive skin that's a little more malleable around the base of his cock where his knot forms. Sucking hickeys onto the skin there until his knot does inflate again, staining both their faces with pretty white streaks. endless amounts of cum that they lick and lap at. Holding down Tae’s thighs that tremble and tense with every little pulse, moaning low when Jin dares to trail kisses down his chest and sucks brazenly on his nipple. flicking at the other meanly.

There is a moment where the rut lurches in Tae’s gut, sometime during the second night when Tae goes down the deepest, the haze sinking past the edge of the dream and toeing the line into hallucination. Maybe it’s his overtired brain or the pheromones or the dehydration.

It’s kind of hard to tell, but Tae knows it’s not real, that it can’t be.

When Tae thinks he wakes he’s been fucking up into tight heat. A growl building because it’s not one of the omegas, it’s Jimin – who’s already looking fucked out rolling his hips down onto Tae’s half-inflated knot. His own popped knot cradled in his hands while Jungkook sleeps to the side, resting while he can. Jimin's face twists from the sensitivity when Tae’s cockhead nudges deep and at all the right spots, but despite his own overstimulation he keeps riding Tae, milking his cock for all its worth.

Tae doesn’t know how long it’s been, Jimin must have been opening himself up for hours to take Tae’s cock and yet he’s taking him so beautifully and effortlessly now. Jimin’s body is tight- tighter than the omegas because he's not meant to take a cock like Tae's. Lube squelches with every downward thrust, noisy and filthy.

Tae wonders who did it- if it was Namjoon or maybe Hobi who prepped him. Jimin doesn't always need to take his knot during Tae's ruts. But maybe this rut won't end until Tae's bred each of them full, regardless of their actual ability to get pregnant or not. His instincts demand the claim.

The pack alphas eyes are on him as he opens up Hobi on his fingers too at the side of the nest. The other alpha moans high and pretty, "Joonie- Joon" Tae snarls drown out his word’s teeth bared and tongue flicking out to taste his packmate's arousals on the air. Hobi might be deep in subspace for all Tae knows, it wouldn't be strange for him to drop during this. The others are good packmates, they take care of each other that way.

Though Tae isn’t looking. Instead, he’s looking to the side at the mirror that Tae usually only looks into when she absolutely has too in the mornings when they get ready. The mirror image of himself is a little tricky to watch, but no- this isn’t Taehyung in the mirror this is Tae.

it's not real, Tae knows it couldn't be, but yet she can't stop looking.

This version of herself is the most deeply feminine thing, so beautiful it could break the stars and harvest their glitter. The lingerie she wears seems to sparkle like diamonds, like water when the sun hits it just right.

This is a hallucination. Tae’s brain reminds her but she doesn’t care, can’t care when she can’t look away.

The same deeply soft face that you made with your own two hands the other night is staring at her in the mirror, the being that you sculpted into existence is parting her pretty lips and moaning.

The mirror- it’s the mirror but it’s also not. This is Tae’s brain in rut, turning fantasy into reality and twisting it back again. This Tae has ruby red lips and her moans sound like bells. her long hair spills over her shoulders like a waterfall in gentle waves.

“There you go,” she giggles, a moan choked off behind a curled manicured hand. she has stiletto style nails the lightest shade of pink, so light they’re almost white, with ruby red French tips that look more cherry than blood red in the light of early morning.

The other Tae tuts, “don’t get distracted, you’ve got a show to pull off remember?” Jimin is riding him, milking Taehyung’s knot. His neck is arched plush lips parted to make room for moans. Tae can barely pay attention to the betrayal of her body as the specter in the mirror laughs again. “Moan like that pretty girl, just like that, are you matching Jungkook’s pitch well enough? Have you forgotten how to moan like a boy after only a few days?”

“How pathetic."

Tae cums and Jimin growls out a “that’s it- that’s a good boy.” And Tae feels like she’s going to be sick.

On the morning of the third day in a rut, it finally breaks, subsiding into the usually barely-there urges. Maybe a little heightened, a little sensitive, but nothing compared to before. All he knows is that one moment he's knotting Namjoon finally and its Ecstasy. Someone is playing with his rim from behind and there’s the greasy sweet taste of omega slick on his tongue. like honeycomb.

And the next moment- it feels like someone driving a needle into his knot when he pulls out, "Ow ow- okay- okay- that hurts- shit," Namjoon is blinking away a little bit of pain, a little bit of discomfort, finally relaxing back into the bed. Holding Tae loosely.

“Fucking finally-“ Jungkook is passed out along the top of the nest, bruises lining the inside of his thighs. Head thumping as he sighs back against the pillows. "No one come near me with a knot for a fucking month or else."

“How many days?” Tae’s whole body hurts, every inch of him is sore. He’s sure the rest of the pack must be just as worn. “Almost four,” Jin is laying similar to Jungkook, completely spent.

The room quite frankly reeks of cum, slick, and sweat. It smells like the pack too, but even Jungkook- who’s usually a fan of all kinds of smells as long as their ‘pack’ smells- shrivel his nose at them. Tae is too sore, body to spent to help with the cleanup.

Jimin even has to hold him up in the shower, the hot water and special scent soap- meant to completely clear out the body of ruts and heat stench irritates his nose and makes Tae whine but it’s a necessity. Everyone in the pack will wash with this. And the sheets, all of the nest materials will need to be washed and they'll probably need to air out the whole room too.

Tae can’t hold himself up, splays himself all along Jimin’s front under the hot water which soothes his aching muscles. He lets the other alpha run one round of shampoo through his hair and then another. And Tae can tell that Minnie has something on his mind, waits until the silence is pregnant enough before he looks up at him, eyes wordlessly begging him to end the quiet.

Jimin's fingers skim across his spine, “You kept- crying out for her and Yoongi. Is there something you want to tell me?” Tae is silent because maybe there's too much he wants to say; too much lingering between them in the warm water and steam. His throat feels raw with the weight of what's unsaid. How did you know you wanted her Jimin? How did you first start to love a girl (and why wasn’t it me)? endless questions, but for once he falls silent. Pressing his face and mouth to Jimin’s neck hard.

“It’s okay Tae-baby- I know you didn’t want us to know but Jinnie, hell- even Hoseokie has been sweeter with her which honestly I can barely believe but- she’s Yoongi’s sweet thing you know?” Jimin’s got that starry faraway look in his eyes, a look that Tae hasn’t seen in a long time- not since the last time that he fell in love with someone else.

Tae aches and aches with it, in the water- with the scent blocker, Jimin can’t smell how upset and unhappy he is. “Is that’s what’s been keeping you up baby?”

Tae swallows so quickly he nearly chokes on his own saliva. “Yes” he lies, but it’s not really a lie, not really. Just not the full truth. But Tae is scrambling to say anything but the real truth of the situation.

“I'm sorry, I should have said something.” Tae is the worst, the absolute worst person to lie to his soulmate like this, to live a lie like this. After Jimin has just helped him through maybe one of the worst ruts in his existence.

“It’s okay,” Jimin presses his smile into his hairline, “now that I know for sure we can- we can court together yeah? Just like with kookie?”

With the pack there had been more of a group- integration effort, but with Jungkook- Tae likes to think that they were every omega’s wet dream back then, maybe not the picture of financially stable alphas ready to open up their home to make a pack- but close. At least a little bit better than the college student fodder that Jungkook had combed through before. Sentimentality hooks it’s greedy claws into his heart.

They’re older now, more settled. Maybe the rut hasn’t entirely left Tae because the idea that he and Minnie, that the whole pack has something compelling to offer you makes him want to purr.

Like he's been summoned by their reminiscing Jungkook pokes his head in the bathroom, “Are you guys good? Are you still working through the last wave?” Tae winces when he sees the sheer expanse and the number of bruises littering his chest and hips. He looks absolutely mauled.

"I'm sorry kookie" Jungkook just grins and ignores him. Something in the way he tips his head is inherently satisfied. happiness in Tae’s chest blooms and preens, whispers happily- I did that. But it’s just the last of the rut talking.

“We’re just finishing up” Jimin presses a kiss to the nape of Tae’s neck, sets his weight more firmly back onto Tae’s feet but the alpha bobs. Jimin’s hands are back on Tae’s hips in an instant to keep him from falling over. “Can you get Joon? I think I need help getting him into the other nest room.”

“Great, I've got cum in my hair” Jungkook leaves the door open on his way out and the cool air helps Tae settle back into himself. Wincing as he realizes what Jungkook’s just said. It’s kind of hopeless to think that the cum in his hair isn’t Tae’s at this point.

Maybe he's more rut addle than he thinks he is, the last little bit of it still lingering skin deep because it takes him a second to realize what Jungkook said.

“Other?” Tae asks, Jimin smiles, and it seems more genuine than it has in days. Shame stirs like an anchor in Tae’s stomach, what kind of packmate is she if her distress has been weighing on Jimin so much and she didn’t even notice it?

“Y/n and Yoongi have been asking for you my love.”

You are splayed pretty in your nest when Namjoon fireman carries Tae in. Tae's skin is so sensitive that he can only bear to wear a pair of thin boxers but if you mind, you don't say anything. Yoongi must be somewhere else, helping clean up or cooking- who knows.

You look tired, but Tae's sure that she looks worse. You giggle when Namjoon tries to gently set him down with a dopy smile on his face only to be taken with Tae's weight. The other alpha is basically no help to lessen their descent and Tae thumps against the bed like a lead weight. Namjoon acts like setting his arm inside of your nest is just about the worse thing he could do. Apologizing profusely with a blush coating his cheeks when he pulls himself back up.

"It's fine Joonie." Namjoon is all boyish grace, a swivel to his hips that says how happy he is as he lopes away, taking one last glance back at you and Tae and leaving the door open so that the rest of the pack can come to check up on you two. It's hard for them to be separated so soon after a rut but one room is hardly far. They'll have to handle it until they clean up the other room.

It might take a few hours; you might not even be awake by the time they finish. You're always ready for another nap and Tae is exhausted, every inch of his body sore. He nearly whines when you shift close to him in the bed, soft and warm and like respite incarnate.

Her cock is hurting, flaccid and heavy, and embarrassingly chaffed. Tae is always surprised how far her rut is willing to push her beyond the bounds of her body and her comfort. She doesn't even realize until you shove your knee in between her legs to get her to stop squeezing them to try and get some relief from the ache. You tuck your head under her chin.

"You okay?" it might be awkward, but not now, not with you both so warn down and alone at last. You haven't been this way since the makeup room the other night, was it only 4 nights ago? How could that be? Tae's lost track of the days.

Tae's arms wind around your shoulders, splaying. You smell clean and good, but not like the scent blockers and it feels heavenly. You've got such a subtle scent. Tae inhales a deep relaxed breath letting it soothe her aching lungs. "I'm fine. We didn't? keep you awake right?"

You laugh, and Tae tenses. "Oh no, I'm exhausted, but probably not as much as you" Tae's lungs hurt when she laughs, Tae will have the energy to feel guilty later, her arms are like lead weights right now.

The click and hiss of someone opening up a window in the other room punctuate the quiet, and Tae fights her sleepiness to open her eyes and glance at you. Something in Tae relaxes something that hadn't eased through all the rut as she eyes your messy bed head, nuzzles along the top of it happily.

Later she'll think about it, everything that happened and everything she saw. Wonder out loud if the specter was real or imagined. maybe she'll even ask you about it.

Her fantasy lingers under every touch, even without you knowing Tae is still embarrassed enough by her own blatant wanting that she showed in pre-rut. Though now that she’s thinking about it- she’s not sure that part was pre-rut at all.

But for now, she can put those questions to bed along with you. For now, you're peering up at her, hair all sleep ruffled and cute. It must barely be noon and yet. "Wanna nap with me?" nest cuddles are the best and everything here smells like chocolate cake. Tae sinks into the mattress, yours is so much squishier compared to theirs and it cradles Tae’s sore body like a yolk in an egg.

You take her hand, lacing yours Together, folded over the pillow.

Tae's eyes are already closed, but he recognizes Jimin's barely blooming scent before he speaks from the doorway. “Sleep pups, you deserve it.” Jimin watches over you both, the last thing Tae feels is someone pulling a blanket over his bare shoulder.

Together, you rest.

(Moonbyul)

Across the state, and a few cities away Moonbyul sharpens her knives with calm clarity.

When she first took her job as Don, she never imagined that she’d like the bloodletting at all. Swore that she’d never come to appreciate the exact finesse that knives needed to become speakers. That she’d never love turning them into a special kind of truth potion.

Everyone could hurt someone well enough to make them bleed, but few could hurt someone well enough to make them talk.

Oh- How wrong she was.

Over the last 6 months, she’s gotten good at getting people to reveal their secrets with them, come to enjoy it even. Her favorite knife isn’t the meat cleaver or the delicate Japanese chef's knife that one of her packmates got her 4 years ago as a present. No- her favorite knife is one so thin and sharp that it can slide clean between bone and ligament and lightly divorce one from the other.

Pain isn't the only thing that can make people talk, there isn’t anything more startling than one moment having full use of your limbs and then to feel it slip away the next. Taking away the ability for someone to move each of their fingers, or knees, or feet. But she doesn't need to employ any of those powers today, no today is going to be easy.

all the money in the world bets that the youth in front of her will be an easy victim, he's got wide eyes- cute if she were ever interested in alphas. He's a little young too. She won't even need a single nick as he’s scared enough of her to get him talking without any pain. It’s a pity. She bets he wouldn’t even move from the chair if she undid his bonds. It's unfortunate, fear like that is hard to buy, even harder to cultivate.

Her exterior is usually so unassuming that people aren’t afraid until it’s too late.

They are 4 floors down and in a torture room of her own making, no one makes it out of these 4 walls alive but her or her gaurds. usually, she'd have one or two guards with her to make sure that a target didn't get the jump on her. It's happened before, just barely. Moonbyul is still a woman even if she is an alpha.

But no one else can be trusted with this secret. No one.

Her reputation must be growing by now, nearly 6 months into her reign and already at the point where even the most distal members of the gang were afraid of her. Good- she thinks it’s good that they know what will happen if they try and cross her. She leans down in front of him, her hair spilling out like a curtain as she smiles.

Her long thin blade clasped in one delicate hand, letting the other parts of her be soft. It was easy to call it forth now, people never expected an alpha to be soft, much less one in her position.

“Tell me again, Beomgyu, tell me what you heard them say in the café that night- Every last word.”

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misfit-toys-unltd · 4 years

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Routine: A one-shot fanfic (on Wattpad)

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You had relaxed down so much without noticing (since you were so engrossed in the photos), that your arms were now crossed underneath your chin and placed on top of his right leg. He stretched out his left leg so that it wasn't pressing into your stomach, then leaned forward a bit and began to place soft strokes on your back with his free hand, sometimes moving up to stroke your hair.

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Although it had been many months now that you were comfortable with skinship, you weren't quite sure how it had gotten to where the routine had become almost an intimate thing. Platonic intimacy was something you'd always been comfortable with and encouraged, but you weren't sure whether this routine that the two of you shared was platonic anymore or whether it had turned into something more.

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I woke up from a dream where the first scene in the bedroom had happened, and I had to write it down. But this of course has more details than the dream. Also let's just pretend it's believable that a company would let an idol group have a female live-in manager 😅 Oh and this is a one-shot. I do not intend to continue the story. This is my first fic, so let me know what you think!

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snackhobi · 4 years

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prompt: “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

thank you to my darling @yeojaa for sending this in and thank you to my darling @hobi-gif for beta reading it for me, you are both such lovely stars in the night sky of my life xoxo

pairing: seokjin x reader / word count: 1.9k / genre: fluff (sfw/general) / warnings: none!

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a hot roommate, must want to jump his bones.

Like. C’mon. Kim Seokjin is nothing if not easy on the eyes. It’s not enough that he has the body proportions of a god—broad shoulders, lovely thighs, everything in its place and perfectly in line with his height and his poise—he has a beautiful face, too. Those lips. That jaw. Those eyes. You don’t want to wax lyrical but it really is like God decided to take his time making Kim Seokjin and everyone else (like you) was just left with the dregs; the stuff that wasn’t good enough for Jin and was thrown aside.

The worst thing, though. The worst thing. The absolute worst thing about Kim Seokjin is that he is A Nice Person.

You’d barely known each other, only a month into your cohabitation when he’d come across you crying into a tub of ice cream in the kitchen, sobbing over the guy who’d finally grown bored of stringing you along with promises of eventually becoming your actual boyfriend and had just cut you off altogether after one final lay. You were utterly heartbroken and entirely mortified when you noticed Jin standing in the kitchen doorway as you clumsily tried to dig your spoon into the still-hard vanilla, but he’d just slid down onto the floor next to you with a spoon in one hand as the other came to rest on your shoulder. He’d listened to you snivel and sniffle, quietly eating the weirdly chemical-flavoured chocolate ice cream in the own-brand Neapolitan tub you favoured—your least favourite and the one you always left till last.

Once a guy’s seen you crying your eyes out on the kitchen floor in old pyjamas, and you’ve seen him eat five pots of super hot instant noodles on the trot and chase the whole thing down with an entire box of doughnuts, you sort of get to know each other as people—both things are revealing in different ways—and it’s hard for that to not lead to friendship.

You could have dealt with Jin if he was just hot. But he’s hot and nice and funny, utterly ridiculous; he doesn’t take himself seriously while also knowing how to rein himself in when necessary to not overwhelm people and basically you’ve been crushing on him in a major, major way for a while now.

And like. Seokjin is single, so technically you have a chance. But you also have absolutely no chance at all, because? Hello? Kim Seokjin? You? You? Kim Seokjin? He’s so far out of your league he may as well be in another galaxy. And he’s also probably the best roommate you’ve ever had (cleans up after himself, doesn’t microwave fish and stink up the place, likes the same TV shows as you so there are no arguments over the remote), so you’re not about to throw a wrench into the mix by doing something stupid like confessing that you like him.

“Right, I should be back around ten,” says Seokjin. He’s all dressed up for a noraebang night with his friends—well, not dressed up really, they’re just gonna get drunk while wailing songs at the top of their lungs in a small room so it’s not like he has to go all out, but Seokjin makes everything look good. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

Seokjin is nice and hot and funny and friendly. Honestly, he’s just a dreamboat of a roommate and a man, with great friends too. Normally you would have leaped at the chance to spend a night out with Seokjin and the other guys, but you’d spilled your drink on Yoongi last time and were still convinced that he was plotting your imminent demise. Even if Seokjin insists otherwise, you want to give Yoongi a wide berth for a little while longer in the hopes he’ll suddenly suffer a bout of amnesia and forget that you spilled a very boozy and sticky Oreo and Baileys cocktail(/glorified milkshake) on him and ruined his shoes.

“I’m good,” you say. “But make sure you don’t have any fun without me and you have to let everyone know that it’s because I’m not there.”

Jin laughs, a wet squeegee of a sound, and it goes straight to your heart. “I’ll pass on the message,” he promises, blowing you a tiny kiss as he goes.

(Ugh, he’s so cute. You hate him.) (No, you don’t.)

You seem to be setting a trend for yourself in the drink-spilling department, though. During an ad break you decide to get yourself a drink, and even though it’s just a Boys Over Flowers rerun that you’ve seen multiple times, you rush as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice—you don’t want to take too long and miss anything. Suffice to say you Fuck Up and end up with a shirt and trousers covered in juice and pulp and you miss a bunch of the episode as you clean it up, huffing dramatically to yourself the whole time, before scarpering towards your bedroom for some new clothes.

At least, that’s the plan. You pass by Seokjin’s open door and pause, taking in the sight of a few discarded bits of clothing on his bed and across the back of his chair, things he’d clearly decided weren’t worth wearing out tonight. The one that’s caught your eye is the vibrant pink shirt strewn over his duvet, one of your favourites, one you haven’t seen him wear in a while. It’s one of your favourites because he just looks so cosy in it—Jin ends up with a lot of oversized clothes so they can fit over his shoulders, but he practically swims in material when he wears this shirt, flapping the sleeves at you and then laughing at his own antics. He could wear it as a dress if he wanted to, probably.

… so could you, if you wanted to, probably.

… but you shouldn’t. Like, that’s weird. Jin is your roommate and even if he’s made it clear that he has an open door policy, going in through said open door to get a bit of his clothing is weird. Definitely creepy.

But… you’ve already kicked off your dirtied outfit and you’re just in your underwear so you can’t be blamed for being worried if you’re going to get cold, right? You’re just grabbing the closest bit of clothing, aren’t you?

… You’ll take it off before he gets back and put it in the laundry with everything else; he won’t notice. You’ll just take this awful awful secret to the grave and never tell anyone about your invasive actions.

Oh, man, the shirt smells so good. You share the same laundry detergent but Jin had clearly tried this on before discarding it, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air as you end up swamped in the shirt (/shirt dress), and you don’t regret this. Well, you do, but also you don’t. It’s like being wrapped up in Jin’s arms. Jin’s not shy about giving you hugs but there’s something altogether different about wearing someone’s clothes.

You end up curled up on the sofa as you watch more Boys Over Flowers, knees to your chest and revelling in how cosy and small Jin’s massive shirt makes you feel. You have to hitch the material up so that your hands peep out the ends of the sleeves. Sweater paws are cute on everyone, even yourself, and you giggle as you fumble for the remote so that you can check how many more episodes there are before it turns to something else. You can indulge yourself for a bit. As a treat.

“Unbelievable, I can’t believe Minji did that,” you mutter, so caught up in the drama of it all (as if you haven’t seen this episode four times) that you don’t hear the key turning in the lock, nor do you hear the footsteps that are heading towards you—what you do hear, however, is the sudden sound of Seokjin’s voice, freezing like a rabbit caught in headlights when you do.

“I forgot my wallet,” he says. “I—”

And that’s how he catches you, wide-eyed as you stare back at him, wishing that you could bury yourself between the sofa pillows so that he can’t see you. His keys are still in his hand and his mouth is open around an unfinished word as he takes the sight of you in, scrunched up against the armrest in some ridiculous attempt to shrink yourself small enough that he would have missed you.

He stares. You stare. You both stare. And then—

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

“No!” A high-pitched shrill of an obvious lie. “No, uh, nope. Nuh-uh. Haha, oh, Jin, always such a jokester, you.”

You want the sofa to suddenly develop sentience and swallow you whole, just so you can be out of this situation. So you wouldn’t have to watch as a smile starts to spread over Jin’s face, the way there’s a little glint in his eyes, the way he opens his mouth and says—

“You know, you didn’t have to turn down noraebang just so you could wear my clothes. You just had to ask, I would have said yes.” He doesn’t seem creeped out, just amused, which is—well, it’s better, but, what? He’s laughing at you? You don’t know if that’s worse, somehow, actually.

“I didn’t! I spilled orange juice on my shirt and then I saw this shirt and you weren’t home—”

“Aha, so you admit it, it’s not your shirt,” Jin proclaims. He looks smug.

“Oh my God, I am full of regret,” you groan. “My life is a disaster. Can we pretend this never happened? I will pay you literal money. Please.”

At this, Jin’s eyes turn soft. “Do you really want that?”

“I—wuh? Do I really want us both to pretend you didn’t walk in on me wearing your shirt like some weird stalker or something? Absolutely. Yes. Let’s do that.”

“I wasn’t joking about letting you wear my clothes,” he says. There’s a note to his voice, something a little doughy, yielding and warm for you, and—you know what your gut is screaming at you, but— “I always thought you’d look cute in them, and I was right.”

You splutter. Jin thought you’d look cute—he’s been thinking about you wearing his clothes—the sort of thing that, you know, couples do. But this is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about. There’s no way he’s attracted to you in the way you’re attracted to him.

… but he is looking at you in a way that’s soft and tender, the same look you give him when you think he isn’t looking.

“Jin,” you say, slow. “Are you…”

“The most handsome man alive? Yes, I am.”

You make a face at his interruption and he laughs at your expression before going quiet, eyes so big and lovely and warm as he smiles at you, and you continue to speak. “Are you saying you want to, y’know. See me wearing more of your clothes? Or, uh... Less clothes in general?”

You can feel the blood rising in your cheeks as you say this, and you can see the red that starts to tinge the top of Jin’s ears, exquisite and wonderful. “I’m saying that I’m happy to give you what’s mine, including my clothes,” he says. “And my time. And love.”

You end up pulling the excess material of the shirt over your head as you turn into some sort of bright pink turtle, overwhelmed and in disbelief but so happy.

Judging from Jin’s laughter and the warmth of his hands reaching for yours in their too-long sleeves, he is, too.

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Pokemon Purple (Series M.L.)

These pokemon trainers have a story of their own, filled with the usual aspects: love, heartbreak, adventure, duty, mistakes, accomplishments, and more. Can they find happiness in the end?

This are one-shots that are loosely connected to each other by the mysterious Team Nocturna, which will appear in all seven. To uncover the information behind the evil team, you must read the stories in the order they are published.

pairing: ranger! namjoon x ??? reader genre/tropes: strangers to lovers, love at first sight, amnesia rating: mature (smut)

summary: While hiking, Namjoon finds a mysterious woman lost in the woods. Since she has no memories of her past, he takes it upon himself to help find them.

--------- ⥼ READ HERE ⥽

pairing: officer! yoongi x journalist! reader genre/tropes: mysterious murder, strangers to lovers, forced proximity rating: teen

summary: Having this woman assigned to him was going to test his patience, but Yoongi didn’t want to disappoint his mentor. There may be more to this woman, though, and Yoongi finds himself reluctantly curious.

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pairing: coach! hoseok x collector! reader genre/tropes: friends to lovers, return to hometown, redemption rating: teen?

summary: When an old friend comes to him for help, Hoseok agrees immediately. Unfortunately, it means giving away the location of a legendary pokemon, which Hoseok has promised to protect.

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pairing: idol! seokjin x psychic! reader genre/tropes: boss & employee, innocent cohabitation, class warfare rating: mature (smut)

summary: Still unsure about having a legendary on in his team, Seokjin hires someone to help him build the bond between him and Zacian. Instead, he starts to feel an unwanted bond between the two of them.

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pairing: miner! jimin x rich! reader genre/tropes: summer fling, different worlds, duty over love rating: mature (smut)

summary: This was his true passion, but he was smart enough to realize it was never going to happen. When a stranger stumbles upon him, though, he begins to think it might be possible.

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pairing: thug! taehyung x doctor! reader genre/tropes: enemies to lovers, law vs chaos, marriage for money rating: teen (violence)

summary: Being the first born of a gang leader comes with certain perks, like money and control. After a major accident and an ultimatum, Taehyung thinks there might be more to life than this.

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pairing: streetfighter! jungkook x artist! reader genre/tropes: lovable jock, secret admirer, young widow rating: teen (death, nudity)

summary: Needing extra cash, Jungkook takes a job as a body model with a local artist. After an embarrassing incident, he does his best to make it up to them.

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#bts series #bts fanfiction #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #seokjin x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #fic: pokemon purple

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justasparkwritings · 3 years

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Codename Cupid: Chapter 24

Previous: Codename Black Panther Meets Codename Cupid

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x OFC

Genre: Secret AgentAU, Government AgentAU, Angst, Some Fluff

Rating: PG17

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Consensual Sex, Mentions of Rape (as in, wait, she raped him?)

Summary: Black Panther is onboard and Cricket & Bunny make an important decision regarding the trajectory of their relationship.

Penultimate Chapter

OT8

Present Day

The sunlight streaks through my window, blurring my vision with its shine. I’m fairly exhausted, and sore, and dare I say, happy? I’m pulled away from my restorative slumber as my phone rings, Earth, Wind & Fire blaring. I’ve had the same ringtone since I was 19, and I’m never going to change it.

“Fuck,” I whisper, taking it from the charger and rolling my eyes at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Hey, did you get kidnapped?” C asks.

“Um, sort of? Why?” I slip out of the bedroom, tossing my robe over my barely clothed body and sit on the couch.

“It came across my desk and I was wondering if there was something you needed to tell me,” C informs me.

“Oh?”

“Is there?” She pushes.

“No, everything is fine,”

“Okay, are you sure?”

“Are you tapping my phone?” I ask.

“No,”

“Do you know someone who is?”

“Depends, do you?” Her words are delicate, leading without being forthcoming.

“Perhaps,” My voice pitches up at the last syllable, a hold over, a question that I refuse to ask.

“Hmm,” That’s her tell.

“You knew, this whole time?” I accuse.

“Well, sort of. I was clued in a bit ago,” She tells me.

“Did everyone know about this before me?”

“What have they told you?” She’s trying to toe the line.

“A little, I go back in today,” She probably knows this already.

“Keep Jungkook close, he’ll be helpful,” C advices.

“How did you –

“Your onboarding will you go smoothly if you don’t fight RM and Suga,”

“Seriously?” I snap.

“Seriously, trust me,” Her older sibling reeks, doling out advice I didn’t ask for.

“Fine,” I huff, how is it that everyone knows about this organization besides me?

“Love you,” She says.

“Mean it,” I respond before I hang up.

I look towards my bedroom, where Jungkook lays, and am beyond upset. How is it possible that everyone knew about OT7, that I was being followed, except me? My own sister? Jungkook is one thing, he works for them, but her? Why didn’t she say anything sooner? That’s truly what’s making me so upset and frustrated, that I was working 14-16 hour days, beating myself up for not finding Cupid answers sooner, and my fucking sister was sitting on all the information I needed. What’s worse? She didn’t let on that she knew. She didn’t drop a hint, a breadcrumb, a wink or knowing glance. All she wanted to ask about was Jungkook, in a year, all she ever asked… Fuck sisters.

“Cricks, do you want coffee?” Jungkook stands in the door frame to the bedroom, chest bare, ink spread across his arm and up his right peck. His hand tattoos, and the one on his upper shoulder, are my absolutely favorite. They’re sentimental, meaningful, powerful. Black with minimal color, they’re staggering against his honeyed skin. While his model status is never lost on me, it’s his thoughtfulness that gets me every time.

“Yes please,” I reply.

“You thinking about last night?” He moves with ease towards the small kitchen, pulling my favorite mugs from the cabinet.

“Which part?” I ask.

“Any part,” He shrugs, his muscles moving up and down seamlessly.

“Yeah, a little,” I tell him.

“What’s on your mind?” He turns, arms crossing, I swear he tries to look tough, but he just looks like a pissed off Thumper.

“My sister knows,”

“Knows?”

“About you, about OT7,” I clarify.

“How?”

“No fucking clue, she said not to piss off Namjoon and Yoongi, though.”

Jungkook snorts before nodding his head, “Watch out for Jimin and well, you saw Seokjin. He bottles it up and then explodes. Jimin’s just a hot head. Namjoon, is ruthless, but no one is as ruthless as Yoongi-hyung.”

“That leaves you and Tae? And Hoseok, I don’t know much about Hoseok,”

“You’ll really like him, you’ll like all of them. They aren’t as rough around the edges as they seem,” He pours the coffee into our mugs, reaching into the kitchen to grab the oat milk to pour into mine.

“Did you put caramel in it?” I question, sniffing the liquid.

“Mm, three pumps right?”

“Yeah, what, a 1/5 of what it took you last night?” I wink. Jungkook hates when I’m blatantly sexual, murmuring a simple ‘stop’ as his cheeks become a deep crimson.

“That’s really what you think of me?” He questions, moving to stand in front of me. I spread my legs to let him stand between, and he leans down, hands on my thighs. “After last night?”

“You know that’s not what I think, Bunny,” I reply. “You know how highly I think of you and your sexual prowess.”

“Then don’t fucking tease me about it,” Jungkook leans down to place a kiss on my cheek.

“Can I ask one work question?”

“Yes,” He grabs his cup and sits on the stool next to me.

“What happened between Taehyung and Cupid? She says it was a difference in opinion, a misunderstanding that led to an abortion? That’s not Taehyung though, and OT7 wouldn’t make her abort anything, would they?” I sip my coffee. Fuck me if he doesn’t make it better than I do.

“She wasn’t pregnant,” Jungkook answers.

“She wasn’t? Why did she lie?”

“She’s full of lies, Cricket,”

“Okay, then what actually happened?”

“She took advantage of him,” Jungkook’s eyes stare into his coffee, the blackness reflected in his irises.

I nearly choke on my coffee. “Of Tae?”

“Mm, of Tae, more than once,”

“Did you-

“We didn’t know, I didn’t know until I was onboarded fully. Tae went to Joon-hyung, and then it was handled.”

“Oh my god,” I whisper. “Oh my god.”

“Mm,” Jungkook’s signature sound is muttered, a delicate whisper against my raging anxiety.

“She raped him?” I question.

“Yes,” He refuses to look at me, but the clench of his jaw is unmistakable.

“But... wow,” Is all I can say.

“Wow?”

“I just, if I had known, I wouldn’t have worked with her,”

“You didn’t know,” Jungkook’s hand engulfs mine in that familiar embrace.

“Is Tae alright?”

“Yes, he went to a lot of therapy and was pulled from field work,”

“The mission was terminated, fuck that’s a loaded word, but he didn’t have to –

“No, the second Namjoon knew, he ended it. That’s one of our rules, no one engages in behavior they are not comfortable with,” He informs me, another piece of information I’m sure Namjoon will be telling me during onboarding. God, days spent listening to Namjoon go over rules? I’d rather suffer through another one of Cupid’s family dinners than sit through him. Is he like, fun? Now’s not the time to ask… but fuck me if I’m not curious.

“She, Cupid, she said he made her abort the baby, which didn’t match up with the Taehyung I was seeing or with any evidence but then again she never gave me any records to check it with and I wasn’t allowed to look into her health record at all,” I ramble.

“That tracks. There’s a lot you’ll find out about Cupid, and her family… there’s a lot you don’t know, Cricket. But, for right now, you need to know that there was no baby, she was never pregnant, just wanted to trick Taehyung into sticking around. It began with Yoongi, and just escalated.”

We sip our coffee in silence. The tension is dissipating, but I’m still nervous and scared. I consorted with a known rapist, worked months with her, took her money. What will Taehyung think of me now? Do I apologize? I should apologize, when I see him. Though, that’s not the responsibility of the victim to accept an apology. I didn’t know. Like I told Yoongi, I’m not Nixon, this isn’t Watergate. No one will ask what I know and when I knew it, no one will back date and check my sources to confirm. But I will always know that I engaged with her after she committed various offenses against someone I know I will care deeply for, someone who cares deeply for the one I love.

I know it’s not in my place to feel guilty, or maybe it is. Isn’t part of being an ally sitting in your own privilege, your own ability to feel grateful that it wasn’t you, and recognizing you have leaps and bounds in order to support those who have gone through whatever it is? I’m an ally to Jungkook, though I’m not Korean or first generation, and he’s an ally to me, though he isn’t biracial or a descendant of slaves. We both work towards the same cause though. Doesn’t sexual assault, rape, harassment, fall under the same umbrella?

“Cricket?” Jungkook’s hand has moved to rub circles on my back.

“Bunny?” I glance at him, bottom lip between my teeth again, though I’ve already gnawed off every dead skin cell.

“Hm?”

I always smile when he makes that sweet sound, or its derivative, mm.

“Do you still want to move in, or was last night an over correction for the fight?” I question.

“You’re really doubting me today, aren’t you?” His brows slope against his eyes, his ministrations against my back freeze. Those furrowed little lines on the flesh where the slope of his nose meets his forehead mark his deep concentration.

“I’m not doubting you. I just want to make sure. You know, we’re in our twenties. We are prone to fall for the cohabitation effect.”

“The what?”

“Couples who move in together as a reaction to fear their relationship will dissolve, often move in to preserve something. Then when they realize they aren’t compatible or don’t want to continue being together, they don’t break up because they live together,” I inform him.

“Is this one of your theories?”

“No, it’s Dr. Meg Jay, The Defining Decade. I have two copies, you should read it,”

“Okay, put it on my bedside table and I will,”

“Oh, so you’re, in?” I smile.

“Oh, I’m in, completely,” Jungkook kisses me soundly, hand creeping under my shirt to caress the bare skin.

“We have to get ready,” I tell him, tilting my head to grant him access to my neck, which has thoroughly missed his touch in the last eight hours.

“Fuck it,” He murmurs, the vibration of his tenor voice echoing through my skin.

“Bunny, they’re going to be so mad, and I know Namjoon already hates me,” My hands gently ghost down his chest, drawing shapes against his abs before resting on the hem of his boxer briefs. He’s so tempting, all skin and muscle, sweeping bleached locks and soulful eyes. I was right for driving into them.

“He doesn’t hate you,”

“Yoongi at least-

“They don’t hate you, we’re just a unit and you bring new energy to the entire group, that’s all it is.” He confirms.

Pulling the inner flesh of my lip between my teeth, I exhale. “What if they hate me?”

“They won’t,”

“Jungkook,”

“Y/N”

“Will that change your opinion of me?” I ask.

“Oh honey, of course not,” He assures. I don’t know what it is, blind faith and trust I guess, but I always believe him on the first go.

“Okay, do you want to shower before we go?”

“Together?” He asks. His hands are still under my shirt, gently palming my latte skin until it burns with desire. I hate how good he is, how seductive, sensual, misleading his bunny smile and endearing eyes are. I want him always.

“Why else would I’ve skipped the underwear?” I move his hand under the hem of my night shirt. He growls ever so softly at the feeling of my bare ass in is hand. “And to think, you thought I was kidding about your work last night! Sore or night, I think we’ve got enough time for me to prove you wrong.”

~~~~~

“Here’s my question,” I start, directing OT7’s focus to me. It’s been three hours of listening to Namjoon go over protocols and procedures. I haven’t smiled once, well, Jungkook did walk by and wink at me, which I’ll admit, made me blush. This is my second time in the large conference room, and together we’re discussing the case, my knowledge of the Lee’s, and where we stand now. It feels like a scene out of Be More Chill, but instead of data dumping everything I’ve learned, they’re painstakingly pulling it from me. Yoongi’s got my hard drives, all my notes, he’s cracked every password and firewall defense I set up. Of course he is, he’s Min Yoongi.

“Yoongi, how the fuck did you become so off the grid? I couldn’t find you, period.”

“That’s part of my job, Black Panther,” He smirks.

“Your work on Enterprises was under Park Yoongi, and you left no visible trace on the company. You don’t show up in alum magazines or columns, no birth certificate, anything of public record is gone. What the fuck did you do?”

“That’s for me to know,” Yoongi winks at me.

“And Namjoon, what the fuck happened when you turned 16?”

“What do you mean?” He asks, puzzled by the question.

“You are everywhere, every magazine, every scholarly article, on every universities formal lecture docket, and then poof. Like you didn’t exist,” I stare at him, he’s far less of a dick than I previously thought. We have some similarities too, actually, OT7 and I are far more alike than I realized.

“I did exist, I was just busy training,” He shrugs.

“You started training at 16?”

“A little before that, has JK not told you?”

“He’s hardly told me anything,”

“Even after you found out?” Jimin asks.

“Even then, what was it you said?”

“They’re not my stories to tell,” Jungkook shrugs. He’s across the table, in his designated spot next to Taehyung and I desperately wish I could hold his hand. Who. Have. I. Become?

“Mm,” Namjoon nods, “I was brought on from an early age, trained and then helped shape this group into what it is today.”

“Namjoon’s the reason we exist,” Hoseok says.

“He helped select all of us, leads us, makes the decisions,” Jungkook says.

“So your stunted upbringings trace back to him?” I ask.

“They trace back to the people above him, Black Panther,” Yoongi corrects.

“Right, the mythical beings above Namjoon. Do they exist? Have you seen them?”

“They exist, and they’re a little terrifying,” Seokjin adds.

“So Namjoon isn’t the end all be all? He’s not even the oldest!”

“True, he does have to listen to Seokjin,” Jimin laughs. “Sometimes, when hyung is mad, he just launches at Joonie, it’s so funny.”

“You have to listen to him too,” Yoongi’s glare cuts through him.

“So do you, Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin doesn’t back down.

“Anyway, Namjoon-hyung had to go through everything first, that’s why he disappeared from the worlds stage.” Seokjin finishes the tale, bringing us back together.

“Yoongi joined shortly after,” Namjoon continues, “The rest fell into place, well, except Golden Maknae,”

“Jungkook?” I turn to face my boyfriend, his nose is scrunched, and his hand is behind his head, scratching his neck.

“He nearly left, luckily, Joonie always knows what to say,” Taehyung says. “I was what, technically last?”

“Technically, yes,”

“Which is why we were in training together,” Jungkook reminds him.

“So you’re one big happy family?” I ask.

“We fight, but it’s been a decade, we know each other too well,” Yoongi speaks. “which is why when Jungkookie fell in love, we were caught off guard.”

“Mm,” I nod, mimicking his gesture. “Though you left him off my romantic partners,”

“Well, that was his request,” Namjoon says.

“We’ve all experienced heartbreak and fallen out of love. We all hoped that JK wouldn’t be stunted because of our work,” Seokjin explains.

“Can we not?” Jungkook asks his hyungs. They all turn to him, sensing his discomfort, and laugh.

“Fine, fine. Back to work,” Namjoon advises.

“What exactly is the next phase of the plan?” I wonder. “I mean, Cupid doesn’t want to work with me anymore, so what’s next?”

“Good you asked, Black Panther,” Namjoon changes the slide and passes me another file. “The next phase requires little work from you, aside from ensuring we have all your evidence. The case moves up the line to the Feds and the other countries who are indicting them.”

“Who all is getting indicted?” I ask.

“Hopefully the entire board, the entire Codename Valentine family, minus Cupid,”

“What will be left for her?”

“Depends on what they take,” Yoongi sips his coffee. He’s much easier to read in person, his features, however angelic, are deeply expressive.

“What about their investors?”

Seokjin doesn’t hesitate to respond, “Their money will be frozen for a while, then returned to them.”

“Do you find it deeply romantic that you’re citing their financial downfall when that’s how you met Cupid?” I ask him.

“I prefer a slight twist of fate,” Seokjin nods, the bob of his head accompanying the pout. “When will this go down?”

“The Feds and a few other groups move in on Lee Enterprises early next week,” Jungkook answers. I remain confused as to what he exactly does within this group, it seems like a little of everything but what is everything?

“So, that’s it? I did my part?”

“Yes, you did, exceptionally well,” Namjoon answers.

“You kept her snooping for over a year, all of which we used to nab the rest of her family,” Yoongi starts, “Sure, you were an unexpected parasite for a minute, but you’ve done good work.”

“First of all, rude, secondly, what will you do now?” I glance at each of their expressions, they’ve mastered the slightly inquisitive yet passively uninterested poker face. It’s impressive, their collective shift in attitude, the quiet “hmm” Yoongi hums, the eyes widening on Jimin, the unmistakable panic within Hoseok, all gone within seconds, like a musician losing an award in real time.

“What do you mean?” Hoseok asks.

“When this is over, what will you do? You’ve worked on this for nearly a decade? Who will OT7 be after this?”

“Wow, ask the horrifying existential questions,” Jimin attempts a chuckle, but it comes out as a strained cough.

“We’ll move onto our next mission,” Namjoon responds confidently.

“Which is?”

“You will not know unless we need your services,” He snips.

“Okay but why onboard me? Doesn’t that already make me like an honorary member? No longer OT7 but OT8?”

“No,” The unison chorus of voices that radiates off the glass is chilling. Accompanying the harsh put down, a chorus of laughs.

“Cult vibes,” I mutter.

“We’ll be fine, Black Panther. The question remains, what will you do?” Namjoon asks.

I don’t have an answer, I don’t have a response, all I have is the panicked look on my face. They know I haven’t got a fucking clue what my next career move is. Will I become a member of their team, or a part of the larger organization? Will I go back to aiding depraved housewives in their mission to defame their cheating husbands? I have enough money to hold me over for a month or two, but I guess the question isn’t whether or not I will go back to cheating husbands and slutty mistresses, but do I want to?

I don’t know.

Next: To Have Loved and Lost

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babykkyu · 4 years

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JINKOOK

this is your life (80k, complete, 8/8, E)

by blimpish

tags: fans & fandom au // cohabitation // demisexual seokjin // bi seokjin // bi jungkook // humor // slow burn // fanfiction writer seokjin // undercover jin fanboy jungkook // aromantic taehyung // side yoonseok // side minjoon // demisexuality // food // cooking // jinkook love food so there’s a lot of that in this fic // alcohol

summary:

On the eve of his thirtieth birthday, in the presence of someone he'll never see again, Kim Seokjin allows himself to ask for what he really wants.

Three months later, that someone needs a place to stay.

Prim fanfiction writer falls for enthusiastic commenter with zero respect for grammar.

#jinkook #jinkook fic #jinkook fic rec #bts fic #bts fic rec #bts jungkook #hum #humor #slow burn #50k to 100k #complete #chaptered #rated e

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ao3feed-minjoon · 4 years

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by Shaybear16

Do mermaids exist? That’s a question asked by millions of children around the world after being exposed to stories like The Little Mermaid. Is there a possibility that there could be a whole underwater city like Atlantis where merfolk and creatures of the sea can inhabit? The answer would be yes.

Kim Taehyung lived his whole life trapped underwater with his family and friends. Being the prince of his underwater kingdom doesn’t exactly help his choice of freedom as well. He is closely observed and heavily guarded to shield him away from any threat that might inflict upon him, that’s the price of having protective parents. They told him it’s better to be safe than sorry especially with cohabiting with humans. Ah, that’s right, mermaids hate humans. He’s heard many bad tales about those freakish people that walk on two feet. But knowing that, it only spikes his interest in seeing what the human world is like. So what happens when curiosity gets the best of him and he manages to escape his responsibilities to take a peek at the world above and see a handsome human that steals his heart?

Words: 4682, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe, Little Mermaid Elements, Gay, Gay Sex, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Prince Kim Taehyung | V

#ao3feed #fanfic #minjoon #nammin

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bts-fics-for-u · 4 years

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Chapters: 27/27 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga Characters: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Min Yoongi | Suga, Bangtan Boys Ensemble Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Red String of Fate, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hate to Love, Slow Burn, Forced Cohabitation, Minor Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin, Asexual Kim Taehyung | V, Alternate Universe - College/University, Trope Subversion, Belligerent Sexual Tension, Minor Kim Seokjin | Jin/Ahn Heeyeon | Hani, Minor Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster & Kim Taehyung | V, Idols, not your average soulmate AU, Trust me on this one, PLEASE DON'T DOWNLOAD THIS USING AO3'S DOWNLOADER!!!, i have a link to a pdf in the opening note use that instead Summary:

Everyone gets a soulmate. You don't get a choice in the matter. Fate decides who you love, whether you like it or not, and to her credit, she usually gets it right.

This time, Fate fucks up. Like, majorly.

(Or: Failed idol Jung Hoseok is bonded to the very person who destroyed his dream.)

Starting with my favourite fic of all time, this one is so special to me.

#bts fic rec #bangtan fic rec #bts #sope #yoonseok #sope fic rec #yoonseok fic rec #soulmates #enemies to lovers #angst #slow burn

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failonade · 5 years

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fans & Fandom, Cohabitation, demisexual Kim Seokjin | Jin, bi Kim Seokjin | Jin, bi Jeon Jungkook, Humor Summary:

On the eve of his thirtieth birthday, in the presence of someone he'll never see again, Kim Seokjin allows himself to ask for what he really wants.

Three months later, that someone moves in with him.

(Or: An AU in which Jin is a demisexual fanfiction writer with a spare room, and Jungkook needs somewhere to stay.)

Chapter 6 is here!

#this is your life #jinkook #fanfiction #my fic

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daydreambts · 3 years

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Jin shook his head. “Nah, he actually enjoys being the healer,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Don’t come across that much, huh?”

He nudged you as the game continued, and he noticed the way you slotted into their team perfectly. It surprised him, but made him happy that his roommate could join in on their weekend campaigns.

“How long you been playing?”

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"About three years," I told Seokjin. "I do have a group that I play with regularly, but they tend to migrate games a lot. They're mostly on Genshin Impact now. But I still really like this game."

We cleared the instance without a hitch and I slumped on the couch, massaging my hands. "Should we order food now? What do you guys want?" I asked the three freshmen. They seemed to have loosened up around me considerably since we started playing, but I figured it would be best to get to know them better, if I'd be playing more with them. Besides, they were obviously quite important to Seokjin.

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hollyhomburg · 6 years

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Don’t Care if it Hurts pt. 4

Dog hybrid! + Gaurd dog!Jimin x Reader) (ft.olderBrother! + Mafia boss!Namjoon)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, mentions of Unrequited!Hoseok x Reader, unrequited!Taehyung x reader.

Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, Alcoholism, hurt/comfort

Wordcount: 6.2k

authors note: Hey guys! I'm so stunned by the positive responses I've gotten from everyone~ I'm so glad that everyone loves IDCIIH so much. Also- I'm nearing finals week, It’s unlikely that this story will be updated until after my finals are over.

wine mom Seokjin and Namjoon are my favorite fight me on this. also, Healthy Jimin is my kink.

Song to play during this chapter: press your number ~ taemin

It didn’t surprise you; what was waiting when your alarm went off. Jimin stretched, eyes tired from where he had taken up shop curled around your feet. “Master Namjoon left a note on your door when he left a little while ago.” He said. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and looking like he hadn’t slept a wink.

Before washing up and getting ready for your classes (which started in a few hours) you opened your door to get the note. It was one of your brother's little quirks, it made you a little happy, knowing you where the only one he’d rather talk too in person than text.

Something came up, Seokjin will cook on Friday night. Sorry. Going with Suga to Busan, Be back WEDS, Love you. – RM

You sighed rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and tucking the note into one of the drawers by your vanity.

“What was it?” Jimin asked.

“The family dinner’s going to be on Friday instead, and Namjoon’s away in Busan today with one of his men.”

“Why is he going all the way to Busan?” Jimin had been too Busan once, a very long time ago with his old master for a small fight- too see if it was worth his while to extend his spheres of influence and open up a fighting house there. But it hadn’t been worth it- the pool of fighters too small to draw in a significant crowd. He remembers the drive thought, how they passed through farmland and how he watched the sky turn from night to day the closer they got to the sea.

“Probably something to do with guns if he’s bringing Yoongi.” You answer flopping back down on your bed, “I wish I had 5 more hours to sleep.”

“You could always skip class?” he said, you shook your head.

“If I don’t go I won't leave my bed today.” He takes his suppressants with water from the tap while you tear apart your closet searching for something to accompany the spring chill and rain that’s rolled in since yesterday.

He’s not surprised that his body feels so sluggish. He’s barely gotten any sleep today, maybe he could convince you to take a nap with him later- though with Namjoon gone today- it's probably little less than safe for him to be asleep.

There’s a little extra time today- so you pour both yourself and him a bowl of cereal and eat here instead of buying street food on the way to class.“You’re really tired today?” you ask slowly. Usually, you wouldn’t comment on it but he’s leaning over his bowl looking like he wants to sleep in his cereal.

“Yeah.” He says slowly. His ears twitching in a way that lets you know that he’s uncomfortable. For the life of you-you can’t imagine why. You had thought it would have gotten better as last night he slept on the end of your bed- though you suppose your nightmare would have interrupted his sleep. You’re so wrapped in your thoughts you miss the first part of what he says. “-To be safe so I didn’t sleep…”

“What?” you ask, looking up from where you’ve been pouring yourself a coffee. Jimin’s cheeks are flushed, and he’s looking up at you through his eyelashes in the same way he does when he’s worried he’s doing something he’s not supposed too.

“Someone could come in and hurt you when you sleep- so I’ve been staying awake at night to make sure nothing happens.” He says, not meeting your eyes.

“Jimin.” You say, your heartbreaking.

“I just wanted to keep you safe- and I didn’t want to give you any reason-” any reason to make you send me back you know he was about to say.

“Jimin, I’m at my safest here- you don’t need to protect me in this house.” you touch his hand on the white marble table. “I just need you to take care of yourself, you cant go days without sleep- it’s not healthy for you.” The grandfather clock in your living room chimes the hour indicating that you only have a half an hour to make the 15-minute walk to campus.

You sigh. Jimin looks up at you. You are almost standing in-between his legs as your fingers trace a design on the back of his hand. “We have class to go to now but I’ll cancel your suit fitting so that we can come straight back today- then you are going to sleep.” Jimin nods slowly, looking at your worried face shyly.

By the time Namjoon arrives Wednesday at midnight; you have both settled into a quiet rhythm of cohabitation. You learn quickly that Jimin prefers spending the night curled around your legs as opposed to the settee or his own bedroom. He moves his clothes into your closet which has so much empty space that you hardly notice.

You start your search for your gala dress- and you have several brought up on your laptop and are waiting to order them. You postpone the fitting for Jimin’s suit with the tailors until Friday afternoon and get back just in time for the dinner- no one is there yet besides Namjoon. who’s getting ready himself when Jimin leaves to take a shower. he was surprisingly fidgety at the suit fitting today; shuffling back and forth from foot to foot while the tailor Namjoon uses measured him. And you knew without asking that he was nervous about the family dinner. You assured him best you could; attempting to dissolve his worries.

You busy yourself in putting more effort into your usual appearance. After all family dinners are a rare occurrence, and you know from past experiences that the boys usually go out afterward. Most of the time you decline Resolving to stay behind with your brother and usually Yoongi. Because of that- they are usually dressed to the nines, and you use the family dinner as an excuse to showcase the more expensive part of your wardrobe. 3 different dresses are hung up on the hooks on the bare wall that you put in for this purpose. All black, but different brands; Vercase, Prada, and Gucci. You save that choice for last and instead put on your fluffy robe.

A quiet knock comes at the door; you’re sitting at your vanity dusting a healthy amount of blush onto your cheeks. Its Jimin, looking partially undone with his white t-shirt unbuttoned, you chuckle and stand to help him with the last few buttons. He’s not wearing an undershirt underneath it- and you smile slightly. For all his knowledge and his input into your personal life- there are something’s that still remain foreign to him. The black slacks fit his toned legs nicely, and you notice that in the last week he’s put on a little bit of weight. He looks so much more healthy than when you first met. The years of stress and the black eye circles are just starting to disappear from his face. He cleans up so nicely, you do your best to not let your hands linger when you're done with his buttons, hoping that he doesn't notice your blush.

“Hoseok’s here to see you,” he says slowly. And you gulp and do your best not to look startled. You follow him into the main room to see Hoseok standing with his back against your doorway. It’s not his first time in your room but somehow it feels more like an invasion than you’re used too.

“I just wanted to talk too you” he looks fine- unchanged since the last time you’ve both talked, but his eyes flicker to Jimin and you wonder for a second if Hoseok suspects he was listening in the other day. Jimin’s eyes flicker up to yours.

“Are you alright or should I wait for you before I go down?” his eyes flicker to Hoseok who bristles angrily at what Jimin suggests. of course, you’d be fine with Hoseok.

“She’s safe with me- go too your master.” He snaps, Jimin turns steely for a second and you want to reach out to him- to ask him to stay before he turns and leaves your room.

“That wasn’t kind,” you say to Hoseok, turning and walking back into your closet, studiously ignoring him while you settle back into your vanity. Several drawers are pouring with Jimin’s clothing. Hoseok notices this and picks up a pair of his track pants, before throwing them in the bin angrily.

“You’re letting him stay in your room.”

“Yes, he felt like it would make it easier to protect me,” you say brazenly, eyes flickering to meet his in the mirror. His tone is a little too accusatory for your liking.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure protecting you is the only thing on his mind.”

“And last time I checked it’s got nothing to do with you.” Hoseok fiddles with your dresses on the wall, looking back at you. and you are more than a little surprised to see him so sad. He inhales a shaky breath. “This really is a mess isn't it?” he gestures in between the two of you.

and you nod, “We’re supposed to be friends, Hoseok, I can handle you being a little jealous, but what you said the other day was a little out of line.”

“I’m sorry- I should have respected your decision, what you do with him isn’t any of my concern.”

“It’s alright,” you say, brushing on some eyeliner with careful precision.

“I’m sorry for what I said the other day, it was out of line.” He says quietly, his long fingers have grabbed onto a strand of your neatly curled hair twining it around his fingers. “I’m still not used to seeing you with other people.”

“It’s been a long time Hoseok,” will you ever let it go? You want to ask, as you spin and meet him, he lets go of the strand of your hair, and you realize how close he’s standing.

“I just want things to go back to the way things were, I want to be your friend again- the way we were before anything between us happened.” You swallow back the lump in your through; Thinking back to your harsh words that were said so many months ago. It’s nearly been 2 years- and not once since that night have you broached the topic. If there was ever any flirty girlish part of you that wanted to be with Hoseok it’s gone, squelched out by the events of the last few months.

If there’s one thing that is so close to death so many times has taught you it’s what you need. And in that moment you are sure that Hoseok it’s it. And maybe Jimin isn’t- maybe no one is exactly what you need. But regardless, Hoseok has been hoping for something that will never come for far too long.

At this point, it was nearly cruelty.

“I want to be friends too.” You say slowly, and you sound as confident as you can. “I want to go back to the way we were before.” he embraces you quickly and quietly. And the hug is full of so many unshed emotions that his hands shake.

“I’m glad that we can finally talk about this.” He says against your hair.

“I am too” You look down at his feet. “I’ll see you down there,” you say as you wander over to your jewelry box. Intent on finally using some of the diamond studs that Namjoon gave you this Chrismas.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” Hoseok says doing his best to make his statement casual, but you can't help but think that he say’s it like it might be his last chance. Even so the complement which would usually make you feel nothing, makes you feel awkward.

“Thanks.” You say, and he smiles softly before leaving. The door too your suite closes and when it does you put your head in your hands and sigh. You flick through the rolls and rolls of rings, the isles of necklaces. Some of the jewelry is from your mother, others have been handed down but most are from your brother (who just loves to spoil you with his blood money.)

You look around and realize that none of this, none of the anxiety you get when your brother disappears for days at a time, is worth the pretty little things in your closet, or the jewels in the box. No amount of riches is worth the feeling you get when the people you love come back with cuts that turn into scars. You’d rather have a mediocre existence than live in this big lonely house and have more money than you know what to do with.

Downstairs, no one has arrived yet- its only Jimin and Namjoon, who teeters slowly. Namjoon is already cracking open a bottle of wine and pouring it into a glass. “I have whiskey somewhere but y/n and Jin love this stuff.” Jimin makes a noise in the back of his throat. It’s the first time he and Namjoon have been alone since the car ride and Jimin has to admit he looks more like a tired businessman than a mafia boss.

Jimin is glad that you took the time after his suit fitting to buy him a less expensive suit for him. Namjoon looks expensive. His light blue velvet suit coat contrasts blends perfectly with the white shirt and dark blue pants he wears. Next to him in colors of black and white, Jimin feels almost bland.

“I’ve never had wine before,” Jimin admits softly. Namjoon’s eyes are wide, but they slide off of Jimin in a way that lets him know he’s realizing why he’s never had alcohol.

“That’s fine- there’s more than enough to share.” Says a voice from the doorway. This man is different than the others. Where most of the gang members have looked almost playfully rugged, like Hoseok, this man has angelic features and wide shoulders.

The black button-down shirt and the colorfully embroidered jacket are at odds with his warm skin and hair. Jimin thinks in the moment before he stoops to grab the bags laden with food from him, that he looks more like a supermodel than a gangster.

“I’m Seokjin.” The man says with a smile as Jimin helps him unload the food on to the counter. Some of them are still warm while others look ready to be cooked. The smile he gives Jimin as he helps is easy and elastic. “I’ve heard a lot about you Jimin.”

Jimin isn’t sure if it’s the man’s angelic expression or his kindness that makes his cheekbones spark with blush. But luckily for the both of them the front door thunders open, and all Jimin knows that Taehyung howling in delight as Hoseok and Jungkook carry him in on his broken leg, his cast sticking out from under a pair of dress shorts. Seokjin laughs a windshield wiper laugh as Yoongi mimes shooting all of them with Taehyung’s leg as the gun. Jimin smiles, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth to hide it as they laugh.

They deposit Taehyung on the kitchen counter. Instantly chatter ensues, someone grabs a bottle of whiskey. “You got any mixers boss? Jungkook asks, Namjoon nods his head in the direction of the mini bar. And the youngster disappears with Hoseok.

“Hyung- when is the food going to be ready?” Taehyung wines as Yoongi signs his cast with a sharpie, (doodling something that looks kind of like a scratchy bird) Seokjin twines an apron around his waist.

“Some of the veggies still have to cook, you could help me you know- might make it go faster.”

Taehyung wines and slumps over the countertop. “But that would be workkkk” Jungkook produces 3 glasses of something that looks suspiciously like absinthe. Seokjin moves to slap him on the shoulder with the back of a spatula. “You could always help and make it go faster you ungrateful little shit- if the lot of you weren’t such a wreck I’d let you use my kitchen.”

“How can you hit an invalid? You’re so mean!”

“’Scuse me.” Namjoon says, smiling warily, “but I think you’re forgetting who owns this house.”

“Irrelevant” Seokjin replies, “This is still my kitchen.” The easy banter is a sound that Jimin appreciates, and the smiles that stretch across all of their faces is almost lulling. How could these men be dangerous? Appearances were deceiving- Jimin knew that much But the easy atmosphere was already easing his anxiety away. He starts to feel less And less like he was waiting for one of them to ask something of him- to order him around or away.

You had assured him earlier that he would be expected to eat with them and that if any of them tried to talk down to him that he should tell you. You had also added that you didn’t think they would. Despite their profession, Namjoon’s inner circle weren’t the type to judge or mistreat anyone without provocation you had told him. At first, he had been worried- but now he was starting to see why he had no reason to be.

“Ah where is y/n I need some help cutting up the broccoli- I trust none of you with the knives,” Seokjin complained.

Taehyung turns to Jimin, “yeah where is my girlfriend?” half of the boys snort at this interpretation. Though Hoseok is one of the few who remains stoic.

“I turned you down last week Taehyung- and the week before that, and that.” Everyone turns to look at where you’ve appeared in the doorway.

Jimin has to reign in his heart with the way that it's beating frantically against his chest. Because damn it- you look like you’ve been made for him. With your hair in loose waves, and your black lace dress- a mischievous and seductive patter that curls around the shoulders and top. Your outfit would be nearly demure if it wasn’t for the way that it curled around your hips and chest, highlighting the very best of your features. The diamonds that glitter against your ears are not half as dazzling as the grin you send their way. The only pop of color on you is your lips- painted red to match the bottoms of your shoes.

“dammmnnnnn” Taehyung lets out, and Jimin has to stop and realize that his tail is wagging Namjoon has noticed Jimin’s behavior. But you distract him. Walking in-between the two of them to snag a wine glass from your brother.

“Pick your jaw off of the floor you dog.” Yoongi snaps, slapping Tae across the chest, his gaze drifting to Jimin a second after Jimin flinches, “sorry Jimin- I meant Tae.” He says in a rush. The uncomfortable situation is remedied by Jungkook who raises his mixed drink.

“Don’t you want to try it y/n?” you snort, plucking an already uncorked expensive bottle from the table before filling your empty glass.

“The last time I had one of your concoctions- I woke up on the other side of the city and found I had accidentally joined a girl gang.”

“Did you really?” Jimin asks, amusement thudding at the corners of his mouth. Your ruby smile wraps around the ring of the wineglass

“Unfortunately for them, I’m a one-woman gang-“ Namjoon scratches the back of his neck at the memory, trying to hide his grin in his wineglass.

“That certainly was a debacle.” You go to stand by Seokjin as the conversation shifts.

“Tell me how I can help.” You ask, and Seokjin hands you a spoon and you sets you stirring a sauce that still needs to thickening. Jungkook drags Jimin into a game with Taehyung and Hoseok that seems to be about slapping the other without being slapped and their laughter ripples off the high ceilings. All of them are enamored with Jimin’s quick reflexes.

He grasps the concepts of it easily- and quickly beats all of them. You toss a grin over your shoulder and catch Hoseok’s eye by accident but your smile doesn’t falter. You know he see’s you looking at the hybrid but you can’t tear your eyes away from the group of them. He gives you a disapproving look and turns. Then He’s back to his smiling self and you watch as that sunshine filled grin spreads to Jimin- it’s infectious.

You’re glad that for once Hoseok is treating Jimin more as one of your family- he is becoming apart of your little unit you realize, with every day he gets more comfortable and more warmed up. You wonder if after a few months he’ll even flinch when someone raises an arm too fast. You want that for him you realize. You want him to be comfortable and to erase the tension and suspicion that’s been put on his shoulders from years of abuse.

Your hand stops stirring. Seokjin casts a glance at you, his eyes dawning with a realization that you can’t place. He glances to Namjoon- who’s chatting to Yoongi completely oblivious too whats going on in his own house. “Jimin-ah.” He calls as their game comes to a finish. “Can you help y/n set the table?”

Things are surprisingly easy over dinner, with everyone enjoying the expensive wine from Namjoon’s personal cellar and the food that is warm and absolutely delicious. Jimin complements and thanks, Seokjin more than once as he attempts to try every dish. You tease him lightly- asking him if he’d like a larger plate so that he can fit everything. You sit directly to his left. Under the table, your leg accidentally brushes his and you both flinch back. The tableware is laced with gold and the spoons are so shiny that Jimin is worried about scratching them.

“So I hear that you could put any of us on the floor in a few seconds.” Taehyung grins at Jimin, his tone playful. If there’s any darkness in it or hidden meaning behind his words they are lost on Jimin. Jimin shrugs and appraises the group with a shrug.

“Probably” his eyes flicker to the youngest member at the end of the table. “Though I’ve only really fought Jungkook.” Jungkook grimaces; remembering how it felt to have been put on the floor no doubt.

“Just remember I’m better than all you motherfuckers.” He sips his drink defiantly. The youngest points a finger at the other men.

“Ah you know that’s not fair all of us have our own strengths-“ Hoseok admonishes.

“Everyone’s got their job.” You say, and across the table, Hoseok grins at you. Biting his tongue in a way that lets you know he’s got a biting reply but is holding back.

“What is your job? What is it that all you do in the gang?” Namjoon at the head of the table looks taken aback by Jimin’s sudden question. But with a quick nod and a sweeping gesture too Seokjin at his right, the man puts down his glass of wine.

“I guess I’m the medic- I fix most problems that aren’t major, and I handle our books, and make sure no money goes where it shouldn’t.”

“I’d be lost without my human calculator,” Namjoon says.

“It’s not my job if you break every piece of electronics that you touch” Seokjin rolls his eyes. It’s only been one dinner- but Jimin can see why Seokjin is Namjoon’s second. There is something about the man that is almost steadying, and Jimin decides that he likes him.

“That’s a little bit different than what I trade in.” Jungkook groans, and slaps Tae’s shoulder.

“You’re so dramatic hyung.”

“What do you trade in?” Jimin asks.

“Don’t indulge him.” You tell him, but Tae leans across the table, appraising Jimin over the edge of his gold-rimmed glasses,

“Mostly drugs” Taehyung winks, “but I also trade in secrets.” His grin is cocky and mischievous before he goes back to his food.

Yoongi stretches his back lacing his fingers behind his head. “I’m the weapons expert- it doesn’t matter what it is; shotgun, desert eagle, bazooka. If I can get it in my hand's nothing stands a chance.” Jimin shivered at how proud he sounded, proud of being a killer.

“What’s your longest kill shot now?” You ask idly. You don’t seem to be bothered by his calloused approach toward murder. Yoongi smirks knocking back his drink.

“950 yards last week.”

“No way…” you grin appreciatively.

“We should hit the range sometime- I hope you haven’t been sloppy.”

“You know I haven’t picked up a gun since our last training session.”

“Everyone needs to know how to defend themselves.” Jimin interrupts. And there is a little uptick in his pulse as he interrupts your banter. But no one tells him to keep his mouth shut or that he should leave the talking to the humans. They only nod along- Namjoon especially.

“I agree,” Jungkook says, gesturing at the table with a waspish movement. “You already know what I do, but I’m also an enforcer with Hoseok.” His eyes flash to Hoseok as they share a glance, “we make sure people pay their debts.” Directly across from you, Hoseok leans back, crossing his arms.

“My profession is a little more explosive than theirs. When Namjoon needs a distraction I provide it, whether that’s a fire or a bomb is up too Namjoon. I’m also a getaway driver.”

Namjoon leans back, smiling at his friends. “And a damn good one.” You snort.

“A damn good one that spends half his spare time doing doughnuts in abandoned parking lots.” though it might seem vapid, your grin lets them all know that you’re just teasing.

“Do you forget who taught you how to drive?” You feel warm and fuzzy, the wine makes your bones relax- makes you brave enough to tease him and reestablish your friendship so soon after your conversation.

“Yes- and you almost killed me doing it.”

“Everyone should know how to weave in and out of traffic.”

“Commuting to college isn’t drag racing. Hoseok.”

“What about other skills- what else can you do besides shoot and drive?” Jungkook asks his smile equally as teasing as yours.

“Jeeze when you put it like that we don’t sound like much at all,” Yoongi comments sarcastically.

Namjoon grins- “I like it, we could all handle being chopped down- ya need to stay humble.” Jimin can tell by the flush covering his master’s cheeks that he’s beginning to feel more than a little tipsy.

“You could too you know- walking in with that dress acting like you’re innocent,” Hoseok says, his eyes on yours, his smile is lopsided as he crosses his arms.

Besides him, Taehyung makes a noise of ascent. “It’s so unfair- you sure you won't let us take you out?”

“You’re either being fake or real with me and I can’t decide which one pisses me off more.” Your eyes narrow, and you teeter on the edge between joking and flirting.

“Thanks for narrowing it down for me sweetheart.”

“Keep talking, the more you do, the more I want to put you in your place.” Jimin had never seen you like this. As you leaned forward holding your glass of wine- looking exactly like the little devil everyone thought you where. Hoseok leaned in across from you giving you the smirk that must have gotten him laid time and time again.

“Oh you know I’d love you see you try.”

“Guys.” Namjoon said, looking about as comfortable as butter in a knife factory, “stop flirting with my sister before I’m convinced I need to separate you from your favorite part of your body.”

“Sorry boss” Taehyung smirked, his bandaged leg propped up on the chair next to him. “You know how we love to tease.” No one brought attention to the fact that Taehyung hadn’t been the one doing most of the flirting with you. The shrill ring of Tae’s cellphone knocked everyone out of conversation, he answered it smoothly, not bothering to get up from the dinner table. Everyone went quiet. After a moment he passed it onto Namjoon. Taehyung ran a finger along his lips. Sighing looking down at his food. He looked up, shaking his head at Jungkook across the table.

“Yes.” He said into the phone, you and Jimin looked on ominously. Namjoon made a noise of agreement and ran his fingers through his hair, standing. He hung up the phone after a second.

“The shipment?” Yoongi asked Namjoon nodded. Yoongi puts his napkin beside his drink.

“Our informants think that the X’s are going to try to hit our shipment within the hour.” Jimin watched you as you swirl your wine silently, your eyes downcast. He wonders if you know your brother's plans. If he ever confides in you about what the gang is doing. He probably should and probably does. But with the way that they talk to you sometimes- Jimin wonders how much you know. It is no doubt in an effort to keep you safe, but recent events have probably thrown that out the window.

“Set a trap or divert the shipment?” Jungkook asked Namjoon’s eyes flickered once to Jimin and you before he turned to Hoseok. Jimin remembered what he had said before- that he specialized in arson and explosives.

“Do you have enough time for both?”

Hoseok nodded. “We need to move now though.”

“Then what are we still doing here,” Yoongi says standing up from the table. Everyone else followed, the food forgotten. You ran your fingers through your hair as you listen to them plan the attack that would likely end in a loss of life. So much for your family dinner. Namjoon leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t wait up.” You twiddled your wine glass in your hand and made a noncommittal noise finally getting up to follow them- though you only want to watch them go you stand in the doorway as You watch your brother get into a sleek black car with Yoongi, as Hoseok and Seokjin get into Seokjin’s car only with Hoseok in the front seat. Taehyung is calling someone to take him back to the hospital while his leg is propped up on a garden bench.

Hoseok rolls down the window and tosses Jungkook the keys for the motorcycle propped close too the steps. “Hurt her and you’re dead.” He says, before starting rolling up the window.

The compound was buzzing with movement, and you watched as lights from the apartment building flickered on. You watch your family leave with a sour feeling in your stomach that had nothing to do with the fancy wine you’ve drank. Jimin is hovering behind you- just close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of his body. You slipped off your Louis Vuitton’s and sighed as your aching arches touched the floor cold floor. You wrap your arms around yourself as the spring chill invades the doorway.

He doesn’t speak until Tae is gone too, he sends you a jerky wave as the black limo pulls up and some low-level members help him in.

“Are you alright?” He asked softly, you shook your head and downed the rest of your wine still looking into your driveway- watching it almost as if you thought Namjoon would pull back in and tell you that everyone else could handle it. “Come on.” He said grabbing your hand and tugging it gently to make you follow him. He stopped by the kitchen- grabbing the already uncorked bottles of wine that would go bad before heading up the stairs. He leads you not to your shared room but too the work out room and the deck. You looked out over the edge of the railing while he removed the cover of the hot tub. You don’t say anything until he starts to remove his suit jacket.

“Jimin.” You said, a note of warning in your voice, he ignores you and slips off his shoes and socks. Wordlessly, he holds out a hand for you, “the chlorine could ruin my dress.”

“Come on.”

“It's Vercarse.”

“You and I both know own 5 others exactly like it” You let him lead you into the knee-deep burbling water. The Jets making the hot water fizz as steam lifted off the surface. His white shirt gets soaked as he sinks into the warm water. It turns translucent as it clings to his toned chest and stomach. You hand him your empty wine glass and take the nearly full bottle from his grasp.

“I’m trusting you to make sure I don’t drown.” His grin is nearly feral with mischievousness, and you can tell he’s trying to lighten the mood, and his words are as sweet as ever.

“I’ll always keep your head above water.”

“I don’t know,” you grin, “you looked about ready to kill me after that suit fitting today.” He turns and sets the glass down on a stable surface.

“I’d never dream of it,” you make the move to sit close too him. There are no prying eyes here. No Namjoon to wonder why underneath the water you sling your legs over his; which are still clothed in soaking wet dress pants. No Hoseok to look at you with a questioning air when you take your hybrids hands in yours to run your fingers over his scarred knuckles that have finally healed.

The only light comes from the one beneath the pool, and in the darkness- it almost feels like he’s not be beholden to you at all. It almost feels like you’re just there- two ordinary people, enjoying company in sadness- with only the stars as witnesses.

Jimin tucks you into bed after drying off your dress and plugging in your phone- before he leaves you softly snoring. He disposes of the empty wine bottles in the trashcan in the kitchen. Someone’s been in to clear the table of the meal you barely shared. Jimin heard them earlier and recognized the scents enough to not be worried about who was in the house.

Outside the crickets chirp as the familiar hum of Namjoon’s car fills the driveway. He can hear The faint sound of the others arriving quietly too- at least they’re as quiet as they can be at nearly 3 in the morning- each going to their respective houses. Jimin hears him stumble against the doorframe. “Master Namjoon…” Jimin says, hovering in the doorway.

For the first time- Jimin understands why people call him Monster- he’s never met someone who had a knack for getting covered in quite that much blood. It’s everywhere, staining half his face and coloring his usually silver blond hair crimson, his white button down is torn in places and his fancy light blue velvet coat is matted and looks almost purple. Namjoon glances up at him. And Jimin sees his pupils are dilated- High? Drunk? Or bloodthirsty? Jimin doesn’t know.

“Is y/n…?” his eyes flicker back to the kitchen for a second. And Namjoon has the sense to look wary until Jimin shakes his head.

“She drank herself too sleep after you left.” Namjoon stumbles forward and Jimin catches him before he hits the ground.

“You’re not supposed to let her do that…” he slurs, Jimin starts to half carry half lead the older man up the stairs- recognizing the twinge of whiskey on his breath before he can check to see if any of the blood is his masters.

“I don’t think I could have stopped her if I tried.” His master’s room is heavily masculine- with modern minimalist edges except for a few old picture frames on a wall. Some of them are of a man and a woman that Jimin doesn’t recognize but more of them are of you. You looked adorable when you were young. He likes one photo especially- a picture of a child you holding a stuffed animal next to a teenage Namjoon- obviously won at a fair. His pause almost makes Namjoon fall face first onto the floor- Jimin narrowly avoids further staining the carpet with blood (though they’re already leaving footprints.

He leaves Namjoon under a stream of Luke warm water- not feeling vindictive enough to put him under cold before going to the house phone. He picks it up, listening to the dial tone for a moment before he realizes that he doesn’t know the number to call. He glances at his watch- and decides that its enough of an emergency- he presses the lowercase p and his watch rings once before a female voice answers.

“Hi um- this is Jimin calling from master Namjoon’s house,”

“I know sweaty.” The old woman drones annoyed- probably bothered that Jimin is calling so late.

“I-um, I don’t know the cleaners number and I was hoping you’d be able to tell me.”

“What’s the nature of the mess?” She asks, and he glances at the carpet- picking out a bit of what can only be brain matter that fell from Namjoon’s clothing.

“Master Kim spilled a whole bottle of wine.”

“Cleaning staff will be there within the hour.” The old lady says as Jimin returns to the bathroom to see Namjoon passed out against the wall. His hair is pinned too his face and Jimin can see his roots from here. Standing above him- feeling lost and more than a little overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” he says into the speaker on his smartwatch, but the blinking numbers tell him that they’ve already hung up.

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wintriusbutsomeonetookmyoldurl · 6 years

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Kim brothers™, Arranged Marriage, Attempt at Humor, Chaebol au, Lots of Cliches, Slow Burn, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Light Angst, Lots of unnecessary references to paintings, Cohabitation, Jeon Jungkook Is a Brat, Kind of tragic backstories, vmin will probably be minor

Chapter two is up!

#jinkook #kookjin #bts fanfic

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ao3feed-yoonjin · 6 years

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What Makes Us Happy

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2BQXcMM

by pinkhope

Their daughter frowns before speaking up, “I have a question.”

“What is it, baby?”

“Are you and Daddy married?”

Seojin and Yoongi tells Minyoung they aren't married and start to wonder about their relationship.

Words: 3808, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Affection Earned, Not Received

Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Kim Seokjin | Jin, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Original Child Character(s)

Relationships: Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

Additional Tags: fem! Seokjin, Rule 63, Cohabitation

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2BQXcMM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #yoonjin

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epiphanyyys · 5 years

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wonderful tonight by jeontly

Golden sunlight marbles the early morning sky when Jungkook tiptoes onto the balcony. Seoul’s towering skyscrapers glow magnificently against ribbons of dusky pink and muted purple. Crisp autumn air whirls through the atmosphere, biting Jungkook’s skin, until a chunky cardigan drapes around his shoulders. Whiffs of toasted rice and green tea envelop his senses, shrouding him in warmth.

“What are you doing out here, baby?” Seokjin asks, sneaking his hands into the knitwear’s pockets. He nestles his head onto Jungkook’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. “It’s chilly outside.”

Jungkook leans back into Seokjin’s chest, slipping his hands into the pockets to lace their fingers together. “I was admiring the skyline. You have a great view.”

“Mm.” Seokjin hums noncommittally, kissing down Jungkook’s jawline and throat.

Jungkook hisses when Seokjin’s teeth scrape at his skin. He glances up, noticing Seokjin’s scant, threadbare cotton tee.

“Hyung, aren’t you cold?” Jungkook asks, concerned.

“Not when I have a toasty warm marshmallow bunny in my arms.” Seokjin purrs teasingly against the shell of Jungkook’s ear. He kisses Jungkook’s temple, mouth descending lower to suck on his earlobe. His tongue flicks at Jungkook’s stud earring, and his breath fans across Jungkook’s skin.

Jungkook closes his eyes, basking in the warmth of Seokjin’s heated kisses until a thought floats through his head.

“Hyung…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Your penthouse is really nice, but I was wondering why you don’t own a house yet? You can afford several by now. Most top celebrities invest in real estate at this point in their careers as a status symbol.”

Seokjin heaves a deep, weighted breath. Jungkook feels the drag of it through Seokjin’s lungs, his shoulders sagging onto Jungkook, encumbering him. “It’s too lonely coming home to a vast, vacant house everyday. I couldn’t imagine myself living in one without you. It’d… lack the vibrancy and life from cohabiting with you and wouldn’t be as homey or inviting. I hated walking around my own place, envisioning you curled up on the couch with your little feet tucked under a throw blanket or perched on the kitchen stool cramming bites of my food into your mouth. More empty spaces would mean more places to imagine you occupying.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook says breathlessly, Seokjin’s words knocking the oxygen out of his ribcage. He twists around in Seokjin’s embrace to look him in the eyes. “You… contemplated our future? Which means… you’ve liked me for a while, huh?”

“Yeah.” Seokjin smiles softly, cupping Jungkook’s face in his palm.

Seokjin’s hand is warm, but Jungkook’s face feels cold. The arctic breeze swishes across his face, striking his skin with the sharp, piercing sting of realization, seeping down into his bones. His brows furrow together, confounded. “Why didn’t you confess first? You know I’m bad at speaking up about these sorts of things.”

“I was planning to on your birthday, but you beat me to it.”

“You knew about my feelings, didn’t you?” Jungkook accuses.

“Yeah, you’re kind of obvious,” Seokjin says with an obnoxious smirk. Jungkook huffs, annoyed wafts of air inflating his cheeks. Seokjin strokes his thumb over Jungkook’s cheekbone. “It’s okay, baby. It was adorable. You wrote all those songs about me, didn’t you?”

Jungkook nods meekly, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

“Aw, baby. Don’t be embarrassed. They were sweet and touching. My heart ached when I listened to them. They made me realize how much I missed you. It’s why I always visited you first. I… wanted to see you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, mirroring the blush skies.

“Hyung… forever yours… that was about me too, right?” Jungkook has his suspicions, but he wants to be sure.

“Yeah, it was.”

“You should’ve said something earlier…” Jungkook snivels. “Do you know how much I suffered? Constantly worrying if you felt anything beyond platonic affection for me? I was so scared. That I was alone. That I was the only one who harbored feelings. It got… really hard for me when you kept leaving pieces of yourself in my apartment.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t want to rush into things preemptively until I was certain. I couldn’t risk hurting you in case our relationship went awry. You’re important to me, and I care about you, Kook. I wanted to be able to spend time with you, like we do now. I didn’t know if we’d be able to handle the strain so soon in our relationship from the separation when it was new. I was constantly flying across the globe for location shoots. Would you have been able to handle the distance in our relationship right after we got together?”

Jungkook averts his gaze, chewing on his bottom lip. He’s unable to meet Seokjin’s eyes, feeling the shame staining his cheeks. He shakes his head.

“Me neither.” Seokjin confesses. Jungkook whips his head up at breakneck speed he almost cracks his skull. It draws a laugh out of Seokjin. “How could I leave my cute boyfriend behind to film overseas for months on end? I’d miss you like crazy.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook stares up at Seokjin with a starry eyed wonder. The sun casts a heavenly glow over him, and he looks ethereally beautiful. Jungkook can’t resist the allure of kissing him. Seokjin opens his mouth against Jungkook’s, warm and soft. He kisses Jungkook’s lips, then his cheeks and nose.

“You must’ve endured a lot, huh?” Seokjin asks, stroking a finger along Jungkook’s jaw.

“Mm.”

“I’m sorry for putting you through that, baby. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. I’m going to love and cherish you like you deserve to be and make you happy everyday.”

“Good,” Jungkook mutters, clutching his fingers in Seokjin’s shirt, kissing him. Seokjin grins, holding Jungkook’s hips. He sweeps his thumbs over the bone.

“I’m proud of you though. I heard from Jimin that was the first time you confessed to someone.”

“Fuck Park Jimin.” Jungkook grouses.

“Hey. The only person you’ll be fucking is me.” Seokjin growls playfully against Jungkook’s ear, pulling him closer. Jungkook falls into Seokjin easily.

“Like I’d even let Jimin’s tiny dick near me.” Jungkook mumbles petulantly into Seokjin’s neck.

Seokjin laughs, loud and high pitched, crumpling onto Jungkook. The sound resounds off Jungkook’s skin, settling in his chest, and he smiles, too. Seokjin kisses the side of Jungkook’s face, grabbing his attention. Jungkook looks up, fingers curled behind Seokjin’s nape, massaging his neck.

“Hey, Kook ah. So, it won’t be a while until filming starts for my next movie, but do you want to go to LA with me? You can study music, network with some famous hotshot producers, and work on scoring your first Grammy.”

“I think Yoongi hyung might get mad if I win one before him though.” Jungkook smiles cheekily.

“He’ll deal.” Seokjin reassures, tightening his arms around Jungkook. “Plus, I’m sure he would be proud and happy for you regardless. He’s soft as fuck for you. You know that, baby. Everyone is. You just charm everyone with your stupid big pretty eyes and your stupid cute pout.”

Jungkook hums, raking his fingers through Seokjin’s hair, fingertips smoothing over the silken strands. “I’m going to miss your pink hair.”

Seokjin smirks.

“I know. You keep staring.”

Jungkook huffs, and Seokjin kisses him, slow and soft.

“Come on,” Seokjin says, resting his forehead on Jungkook’s. “Let’s go back inside now. I have steaming cappuccinos and homemade salted caramel brioche doughnuts waiting for you.”

“I love you.” Jungkook leans forward to kiss Seokjin’s mouth.

“I love you too, baby.” Seokjin bops Jungkook’s nose.

“Hyung!” Jungkook hops through the doorway, leaping into Seokjin’s arms. He winds his legs around Seokjin’s waist and dips his head to kiss Seokjin’s lips.

“Hi, baby.” Seokjin greets with a warm smile, and Jungkook’s heart swells with fondness. “Did you have a good day at work?”

Jungkook nods, burrowing himself into Seokjin’s chest. “Mm. ’m tired though.”

“Aw,” Seokjin soothes, rubbing Jungkook’s back comfortingly, “my baby works so hard.”

“I have to work hard because my boyfriend’s unemployed.” Jungkook taunts.

“Excuse you, I’m on a hiatus.” Seokjin amends.

“That’s just a euphemism for jobless.”

“Brat.” Seokjin roughly dumps Jungkook onto the couch in petulance, but Jungkook shakes his head vigorously, holding on tight. They end up wrestling, and Seokjin collapses onto Jungkook in a fit of giggles. He assaults Jungook’s face with relentless kisses until Jungkook surrenders. Jungkook peers up at Seokjin, eyes sparkling, arms still wrapped around his shoulders.

Seokjin, enamored and smitten as hell, bends down for one more kiss.

“Are you hungry?”

“Mm,” Jungkook says, nipping at Seokjin’s lips.

“I meant real food, baby.”

Jungkook pouts when Seokjin laughs at him. Seokjin assuages him with another kiss.

“Come on,” Seokjin says, reluctantly peeling himself from Jungkook.

Seokjin simmers the broth while Jungkook clings to him from behind, his cheek smooshed in between Seokjin’s shoulder blades. Seokjin taps Jungkook’s forearm, where they’re clinging to Seokjin’s waist.

“Kook ah, chop the vegetables for me, will you?”

Jungkook begrudgingly removes himself from Seokjin’s backside to comply with his request. When the scallions and kimchi are finely sliced, Jungkook chucks them into the pot and resumes backhugging Seokjin as they wait for the stew to boil.

Seokjin hums while periodically stirring the concoction and testing the flavor.

“Hey, Jungkook. Taste this for me,” Seokjin says, offering Jungkook a spoonful. He blows on the liquid to cool down the temperature, and Jungkook slurps it up.

“It’s good.” Jungkook appraises. “Needs a bit more gochujang though.”

“Let me try.” Seokjin takes Jungkook’s face into his hands and licks Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook giggles, shaking harder as Seokjin rubs his chin between his fingers dramatically, contemplating, like a tv show character. “Mm, you’re right. Good call, baby. Can you pass me the red pepper paste, please?”

Seokjin laughs at Jungkook’s grumbling, unwilling to separate from Seokjin yet again, but he rewards Jungkook with a kiss to his cheek when he dutifully procures the condiment. He brushes Jungkook’s hair back and tucks some of the strands behind his ear. Jungkook feels warmth spread from his face to his feet, immersed in the domesticity and affection.

“The kimchi jjigae’s almost done. You can fire up the grill and start barbecuing the meat you marinated earlier now. I’ll grab the banchan and rice.”

“Okay, hyung,” Jungkook says, grasping Seokjin’s hand and kissing it. He drops Seokjin’s hand with a satisfied smirk when Seokjin’s cheeks gleam pink and skips to the fridge to retrieve the short ribs.

The table is abundantly adorned with side dishes of gamjajorim, gyeranmari, pickled cucumbers, stir-fried spinach, kimchi, and the steaming pot of spicy jjigae as Jungkook sears the galbi to a charred, seasoned exterior, bursting with flavor and spices, but still deliciously tender and melt in your mouth on the inside. Jungkook sits by side Seokjin while they wrap ssam for each other and chow down on mouthfuls of rice and hearty stew—the South Korean equivalent of soul food.

Bellies sufficiently satiated, Jungkook soaks in the bathtub with Seokjin to scrub the smoky scent from their bodies. Seokjin dunks Jungkook’s favorite bath bomb into the water for extra indulgence.

Seokjin kisses Jungkook as the bomb fizzes into a prismatic flurry of colors around them, resembling an aquatic aurora, infusing their bath with fragrances of sweetened vanilla and luscious fruit, and diffusing into cocoa butter essences to soften their skin. Seokjin trails his fingers up and down Jungkook’s sides, across his waist and over ribs, as Jungkook scratches behind Seokjin’s ears and nape.

Jungkook creates sculptures from the soapy suds after Seokjin rinses the shampoo lather from his hair. Seokjin’s so endeared, he laughs and kisses Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook turns to catch Seokjin’s mouth, and they kiss until the water runs tepid, cooling around them. Seokjin hoists them out of the tub when they start to shiver from the frigidness.

Seokjin towels Jungkook’s hair and body until he’s no longer sopping wet so he won’t dribble droplets all over the wooden floor. Then, Seokjin swats Jungkook in the ass when he’s done so Jungkook can get dressed while he dries himself off.

“Hyung,” Jungkook calls despondently, standing in front of Seokjin’s empty closet, smelling like ripened strawberries. “I think we’re running out of clean white shirts.”

Seokjin fixes Jungkook a peculiar look, eyebrow raised in judgment. He’s outfitted in an oversized sweater and looks like a fluffy, huggable bear.

“That’s because you keep stealing all my shirts.”

Jungkook peers down at his attire to see Seokjin’s tee, the fabric drowning his figure and wide hemline skimming his thighs, and smiles sheepishly. He loves wearing Seokjin’s clothes, and he knows Seokjin does too, from how he’s eyeing Jungkook.

“Oh.” Jungkook blinks innocently, and Seokjin sighs, but still wraps his arms around Jungkook anyway. “You like it though.”

“I do. You’re so tiny and cute.” Seokjin nuzzles their cheeks together.

Jungkook huffs, affronted. “I’m not tiny.”

“Yes, you are.” Seokjin encases Jungkook in his arms, dropping his head to hook his chin over Jungkook’s shoulder. His body swallows Jungkook completely. “My tiny baby.”

“I resent I never grew taller than you,” Jungkook grumbles.

“I love it. You fit perfectly into my arms, baby,” Seokjin says, squeezing his arms around Jungkook’s waist to hug him tighter.

Jungkook melts from the endearment and the warmth of Seokjin’s body flooding his senses.

“Not fair. I want a cute nickname for you, too.”

“I like it when you call me hyung though.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook breathes and feels Seokjin shudder against him.

Something in Jungkook sparks from the revelation, dark and heady. “Hyung.” Jungkook whispers into Seokjin’s ear, lips ghosting over his hot skin.

Seokjin’s breath hitches, and his heart pounds erractically in his chest. He pins Jungkook against the wall, shoving a thigh between Jungkook’s, hard. “Don’t do that unless you’re going to take responsibility.”

Jungkook’s eyes alight.

“With pleasure,” he says before pressing up against Seokjin’s chest and devouring his mouth.

“Kookie?” Seokjin blinks blearily when Jungkook ambles through the corridor, the patter of slippered feet echoing in the empty hallway.

He engulfs Jungkook in a hug, tucking his face into Jungkook’s neck.

“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Jungkook asks worriedly.

“Later,” Seokjin says in a quiet, pained tone like a whisper. “Just let me hold you.”

Jungkook nods, arms encircling Seokjin’s waist, hugging him tighter. He steers them onto the couch to settle into a more comfortable position. Jungkook rubs his hands along Seokjin’s backside while Seokjin continues to embrace him securely, like he’s the anchor keeping Seokjin afloat. Seokjin eventually drifts off to sleep, and Jungkook follows him, like he always does.

Hours later, Seokjin stirs, jostling Jungkook awake.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, voice hoarse from sleep.

“Yeah. You always make me feel better,” Seokjin says, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair. “Thank you, baby.”

Jungkook frowns.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

Seokjin’s smile falters. He sighs. “It’s… I’ve been writing a screenplay. I pitched it to a couple directors and producers today, but they tore it apart. They claimed it wasn’t dramatic enough and wanted to shoehorn in unnecessary angst and conflict to make it seem more interesting via 2D stock cartoon villains or tired cliches. I refused to compromise the integrity of my story to appease their ridiculous demands.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook starts, grasping for the right words to console Seokjin. He comes up short, and Seokjin barrels on.

“It’s hard seeing something you’ve poured your heart and soul into stomped on like that,” Seokjin says dejectedly.

Jungkook’s heart breaks. He understands the rejection and the feeling that you’re not good enough, but he can’t fathom anyone believing Seokjin is less than stellar. He swoops forward to lunge himself into Seokjin’s chest, wrapping his limbs around Seokjin like a koala. They’re pressed so close together, Jungkook can feel the tremble of Seokjin’s body.

“Hyung, can I… look over it? I can help you refine it and provide suggestions…” Jungkook asks tentatively.

The corner of Seokjin’s lips uplift slightly. “Sure, baby.” Seokjin disappears after kissing Jungkook’s cheek but returns shortly, carrying a hefty script. He hands it over to Jungkook who accepts it with care.

Jungkook reads over Seokjin’s manuscript thoroughly, processing every carefully crafted, deliberate word and the feelings embedded into each one like he’s committing them to memory. Seokjin’s draft is good. It’s not infallible, lacking in tension, but in its absence there’s raw, palpable emotion, wholesomeness, and a familiarity tugging at Jungkook’s heart that makes him feel warm and tingly all over.

“It’s good, hyung. But… why do the story and characters feel so familiar? It’s like I know them from somewhere…”

“Because it’s about you.”

“W-what?” Jungkook says inaudibly, breath lodged in his throat.

“It’s about you, baby.” Seokjin repeats, voice rife with conviction. “I wanted to immortalize our story and how I feel about you in a movie forever.”

“Hyung…”

“I love you, Kook ah,” Seokjin says, cradling Jungkook’s face.

“I love you, too,” Jungkook says, eyes fluttering close when Seokjin kisses him. He grips Seokjin’s bicep, panting hard, as Seokjin kisses his face. Seokjin’s breath ghosts Jungkook’s skin, sighing faintly.

Jungkook blinks up at Seokjin, studying his face.

“Have you eaten yet, hyung?”

“No,” Seokjin answers, and then panics. “Oh my god, are you hungry? I’m sorry I didn’t prepare anything—”

“It’s okay. Wanna order take-out? You seem stressed.”

“Good idea, baby.”

“What do you want to eat? Order anything you want. My treat.”

“Hm, I need… the greasiest and crispiest fried chicken in the whole country. Drenched in soy garlicky sauce. With a side of corn cheese and budae jjiigae. And soju. Lots of fucking soju. Lychee and watermelon, please.”

“Okay, hyung,” Jungkook says smiling.

When Jungkook finishes punching the numbers into his phone and placing their order, he flops onto Seokjin’s lap, arms looped around Seokjin’s shoulders, mouth moving over Seokjin’s jaw in gentle kisses. Seokjin grasps Jungkook’s chin and guides him into a kiss, deep and lingering and passionate. Seokjin exhales, and Jungkook feels Seokjin’s relief, the light puffs of air blowing against his cheeks.

“You’re okay now, hyung?”

“Yeah.” Seokjin drags Jungkook into his chest and kisses him on the lips. He smiles. “You always take such good care of me. Thank you, baby.”

Jungkook sprawls across the couch after dinner, perched on Seokjin’s lap. Stacks of interior design and architectural magazines, empty platters, and stray crumbs litter their coffee table, along with a tablet containing model home mockups sketched onto the screen scattered amongst the mess too, but Jungkook is singularly focused on nosing along the underside of Seokjin’s jaw and kissing his smooth, soft skin. Seokjin traces his fingertips over Jungkook’s waist, stealing chaste kisses from his lips.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says shyly, “I want to go on a date.”

Seokjin’s lips quirk into an amused smile. “A date?”

“Yeah. I love chilling with you in our apartments, but I’m getting sick of being cooped in here all the time. The weather’s warming up now, so I want to go outside. Inhale some fresh air.”

“Okay, baby. Is there anywhere special you want to go?”

Jungkook shakes his head, fiddling with the hem of Seokjin’s sweater. “Not in particular. I just want to be with you.”

“Okay. I’ll surprise you then, baby.”

“I love you,” Jungkook says, reclining back onto the sofa and pulling Seokjin down on top of him. Seokjin inserts a knee in between Jungkook’s legs, bending down to capture his mouth. Jungkook tilts his head and parts his lips, deepening their kiss. He grinds his hips against Seokjin’s and moans from the friction of their cocks dragging together.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, needy, eyes glazed with lust. Seokjin nips little kisses across Jungkook’s jaw, smirking against his skin. “Please.”

Seokjin scatters kisses across Jungkook’s face—kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his mouth. Jungkook groans softly as Seokjin hikes up Jungkook’s shirt, lips traipsing over his tummy and chest, biting at his sensitive skin. His entire body scorches under Seokjin’s touch.

“Want you.” Jungkook exhales shakily when Seokjin nibbles at his pulse.

“Where do you want me, baby boy? Here?” Seokjin asks, sucking on Jungkook’s collarbone.

Jungkook shakes his head.

“Here?” Seokjin swirls his tongue over Jungkook’s chest.

“Lower,” Jungkook moans, rolling his hips against Seokjin’s.

“Okay, baby. Here?” Seokjin asks again, teasing, tongue digging into the ridges of Jungkook’s abs.

“Hyung, please.” Jungkook begs.

“Here?” Seokjin kisses Jungkook’s hipbones.

“Oh my god, just fucking suck my dick, hyung!”

Seokjin rises to glare viciously at Jungkook. “Excuse me?”

“Please?”

Jungkook feels Seokjin relenting, sliding his palms down Jungkook’s thick thighs. He smiles wickedly as Jungkook spreads them open.

“You’re a little sexual deviant, aren’t you?”

Jungkook chews on his lip. “I- I’m really not. It’s just you, hyung.”

“Mm?” Seokjin asks curiously, urging Jungkook to elaborate.

“I, um, never really liked having sex until you.”

“Oh, baby,” Seokjin says, ensconcing Jungkook in his arms with a fierce protective instinct. “Did anyone—”

“No, it was all consensual,” Jungkook breathes out in a rush, eager to clarify so Seokjin doesn’t worry. “But, I didn’t… enjoy it. Sometimes, I’d have to pause in the middle to pull out or ask them to.”

Seokjin sags onto Jungkook, burying his face into Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook feels Seokjin’s body relax against his, the tension seeping out, relieved sighs coasting along his skin.

“Thank god. I’d never forgive anyone for taking advantage of you.”

Jungkook brushes his fingers through Seokjin’s hair. He cups Seokjin’s face and kisses the visible worry lines etched across his forehead.

“You have nothing to worry about, hyung.”

Seokjin looks down at Jungkook, expression grave and pensive.

“You know I’d still love you either way, right?”

Jungkook nods, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Good. You’re mine,” Seokjin snarls—a low, playful sound at the back of his throat, and snatches Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook moans when Seokjin kisses him, crooking his fingers around Seokjin’s shoulders. He thumbs over Seokjin’s collarbone, face flushed.

“Hyung, I think I’m Seokjin-sexual.”

Seokjin hiccups with laughter, crumbling onto Jungkook. He practically crushes Jungkook underneath his weight.

“What? It’s true!”

“I know, baby. I believe you. You’re just too damn cute.”

“I’m serious though. I’ve never been in love with anyone but you.”

“Baby,” Seokjin drawls, astounded, face lighting up a pretty pink. He looks so touched by Jungkook’s confession, staring at him with wide, glimmering eyes.

“You’re my whole universe,” Jungkook whispers, cradling Seokjin’s cheek. “What about… hyung?”

“I don’t know…” Seokjin muses. “I think I have been in love before.”

It’s stupid and nonsensical, but Jungkook can’t fend off his disappointed frown. Of course Seokjin’s been in love before. He’s older, more experienced, and Jungkook isn’t that special—in the grand scheme of things. He’s replaceable.

Seokjin senses the sadness brewing in Jungkook’s mood. He squeezes Jungkook’s hand, eyes glassy, and says quietly, “but, I never loved any of them like I do you.”

“Hyung…”

“You’re so much more important to me, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Jungkook tilts his head, mouth catching Seokjin’s in a kiss. It’s a little desperate, the way their mouths crash together, as if they have something to prove, and renders them both breathless.

Seokjin, intent on demonstrating the depth of his love, kisses Jungkook once more.

“Just you wait, baby. I’m going to take you on the most incredible date ever.”

“Hyung.” Jungkook pouts, staring incredulously at the familiar brick and mortar building. “This is my recording studio.”

Seokjin laughs, his airy cackles mingling with the wispy spring breeze. He grabs Jungkook’s hand with his, the one not carrying the picnic basket, tugging Jungkook into his chest to kiss Jungkook’s temple.

“Patience, baby.”

When Jungkook steps onto the rooftop, his breath hitches, a fragrant floral aroma invading his lungs. It looks like he traipsed into a fairytale, a magical realm of fantasy and wonder.

Seokjin transformed the drab, dreary, dull rooftop into a flower garden.

Lush, freshly bloomed bouquets of flowers and shrubbery decorate the usual cement and gravel. Branches lined with dense, verdant foliage and budding blossoms extend into the sky and vivacious tendrils spiral around the barricades. Jade green grass blankets the pavement except for a cobbled walkway. Vibrant hydrangeas, baby’s breath, gardenias, and snap dragons speckle the greenery in a complementary gradient of color.

“Do you like it?” Seokjin whispers into Jungkook’s ear, breath sidling down his skin.

Jungkook nods dumbly, still unable to formulate words. He turns to face Seokjin, and Seokjin’s lips brush his cheek in a soft kiss.

Seokjin gently tugs Jungkook along to a wide patch of grass, spreading a picnic blanket across and unpacking their lunch. He arranges the dishes around—crab cakes with generous lumps of sweet, succulent meat, a creamy lobster risotto, sliced, fresh fruit and vegetables, a pink champagne, white chocolate, and rose layer cake, and a bottle of sparkling wine.

Jungkook sits on Seokjin’s lap while they dine on their sumptuous lunch. He tucks into his food with enthusiasm, spilling crumbs and sauce down the corner of his mouth. Seokjin smiles fondly, leaning in to lick the remnants off his lips. Jungkook thanks him with a kiss and feeds him bites of their meal.

When they’ve devoured everything, Seokjin lazes in the sunlight while Jungkook snaps pictures of the scenery, including the prettiest flower of them all, Seokjin himself. Jungkook plucks several florets, fashioning them into flower crowns. Exulting with pride, Jungkook plops one onto his head and wanders toward Seokjin.

Jungkook clambers over Seokjin’s lap, straddling his waist. Seokjin cracks an eye open when he feels a crushing weight atop of him and Jungkook’s shadow looming above him. Jungkook presents Seokjin with the crown, his fingers curved around the delicate twine, and Seokjin rises up to take a closer look, marveling at how pretty it is. Jungkook places it on top of Seokjin’s head.

Seokjin glows. The flowers arrest the sunlight to diffuse golden rays around him, complimenting his pastel pink hair.

“How do I look?”

“Gorgeous as always. Like a fairy god prince.”

Seokjin grins.

“You too, baby. My beautiful baby boy. Sweet baby angel,” Seokjin says, stroking his thumb across Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook tips forward and kisses him. It’s soft, the way their lips slowly graze against the other, like the velvety brush of flower petals beneath smooth fingertips.

Jungkook reaches for his phone to capture more snapshots of Seokjin. His cheeks are dusted a pale pink, resembling cherry blossoms, and his lips shine like the morning dew. The lustrous sunshine crowns light around him like a halo, burnished and brilliant amongst the gorgeous backdrop.

Seokjin seizes the camera, angling it above them as he kisses Jungkook’s cheeks, down his jawline, and then his lips. Jungkook pants against Seokjin’s mouth, breathing hard. Seokjin nibbles on Jungkook’s lip, sucking on his tongue and licking into his mouth.

Jungkook sighs as Seokjin kisses his neck, twisting his fingers into Seokjin’s hair. Seokjin’s eyes glitter, and his lips are slick when he peers up at Jungkook. His smile is so warm and affectionate, Jungkook feels his face heat up from the blush smearing across his cheeks. He curls his fingers behind Seokjin’s nape and leans in for another kiss, sweet and tender. Seokjin brushes their noses together when they part.

“Thank you for setting this up for me, hyung. This is even more amazing than I ever imagined.”

“Of course, baby. You deserve it. I’ll do anything to make you happy. I promised you,” Seokjin says, caressing Jungkook’s hip. Jungkook dips down to kiss Seokjin again. Seokjin winds his arms around Jungkook’s waist, kissing him back, over and over again. He kisses Jungkook until he licks all the flavor out of his mouth and the only thing he can taste are the vague hint of flowers.

“I love you,” Jungkook murmurs against Seokjin’s mouth, breathless.

“I love you too, baby.”

Jungkook lays his head on Seokjin’s lap while Seokjin plays with his hair. They’re watching a Highlight concert on tv, a televised broadcast of their 13th anniversary concert. He’s a little envious they’ve weathered the years together, including the strenuous military service, reconvening stronger than ever to reclaim their throne as one of South Korea’s top idol groups.

Their smooth, rich vocals resonate through the screen, goosebumps creeping onto Jungkook’s skin from the clarity, the strength, the precision. He knows Seokjin’s awed too from how he audibly gasps, chest heaving up into his throat, fingers stalling in Jungkook’s hair.

They stare at the television, enthralled, until the ending credits roll, and a commercial for Taehyung’s upcoming drama plays. Jungkook yawns and stretches his limbs across the couch before curling into a ball on Seokjin’s lap to take a nap.

“Hey, baby,” Seokjin says, poking Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook scrunches his face at Seokjin to express his annoyance, and Seokjin laughs, kissing his nose to appease him.

“What?”

“I was thinking about planning a reunion concert for BTS’ tenth year anniversary. What do you think?”

Jungkook bolts upright, spine straightening up like the tectonic plates shifting back into place, where they belong.

“Hyung, that’s amazing!” Jungkook vibrates, unable to contain his excitement. “I’d love that.”

“You can preview a couple of your new songs from your upcoming album there, too. It’s perfect.”

“Mm, I can’t wait.” Jungkook’s eyes shine with wonder and possibilities, mouth curved around his big teeth into the biggest smile, more brilliant than the sun. Seokjin leans in and kisses him, swallowing Jungkook’s happy noises.

“Same.” Seokjin smiles, pecking Jungkook’s lips. “I need to consult Namjoon to start the planning process and check everyone’s schedules, too. But, I’m excited. I always regretted… no, I felt remorseful for what happened between us.”

Jungkook’s heart sinks. Something heavy and dark grapples it, twisting his insides, evidenced by the grim expression eclipsing his face. It dredges up the ashes of buried memories that singed his chest, fueled by the fiery embers of injustice.

“Hyung, that isn’t… it’s not your fault. It was that fucking vile snake and his shittyass company. You were justified in dumping their asses. None of us of blame you for that.”

Seokjin looks surprised. He must’ve been shouldering the guilt and burden, blaming himself for what transpired.

“Are you still mad at Band PD?”

It’s Jungkook’s turn to feel shocked. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. His face contorts in confusion; forehead creased, eyebrows knitted together, mouth sloping downward into a scowl.

“Of course I fucking hate his ugly ass. Don’t you… hate him too? He was way shittier to you, hyung.”

Seokjin sighs heavily, pushing his fringe back.

“I still resent him for what he did. But without him, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook gasps, staring at Seokjin in awe, speechless. Seokjin pulls Jungkook onto his lap, arms firm around Jungkook’s waist, and kisses him.

“I love you, Kook ah.”

“I love you too, hyung.”

Seokjin smiles, enfolding Jungkook closer into his chest. He kisses the corner of Jungkook’s mouth, cupping a hand around Jungkook’s jaw.

“Baby. Do you know why I hustled so hard those years after disbandment? Obviously, I did it for me, but I did it for you, too. I wanted to achieve my own dreams to become distinguished enough to rival you. You were, and still are, this beautiful, shining star, exuding with so much talent. I wanted to show you I was worthy of being your equal.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook says, stunned, overcome with a medley of emotions. He always regarded Seokjin as an otherworldly demigod, but he didn’t know Seokjin esteemed him so highly, too. But most of all, he’s bewildered Seokjin ever thought that he wasn’t enough. “You were already great. You’ve always possessed that talent and potential… and now you’re bigger than me… Plus, have you seen your face?”

“I know. But, I had to prove it to myself and the world. I had to work extra hard because BPD was a shitty CEO and a shitty person. I’m so content with where I am now, though. And, I don’t regret joining BTS. You guys are my best friends. Especially you, Kook ah. I’m so thankful you’re in my life. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I’m really glad for hyung, too.” Jungkook smiles bashfully, cheeks pink.

“So don’t hate him too much, baby. He’s not worth your energy. Besides, I heard he’s working as a janitor for Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s record label.”

“That’s still more than what his bitchass deserves.” Jungkook gripes moodily. “That’s a respectable job. He’s an unrespectable piece of shit.”

Seokjin laughs, rubbing his hands across Jungkook’s back, and kisses his cheek. “God, you’re so cute. I love you.”

Jungkook grins up at Seokjin, bunny teeth pinching his lip. “I love you, too.”

Seoul Olympic Stadium roars with deafening cheers, practically shaking the foundation beneath it with their ferocity, only to amplify in volume and intensity when the arena darkens and seven spotlights illuminate the stage. Soft, synthesized keyboard sounds boom through the stereo, flooding the amphitheater with Spring Day’s captivating opening notes. Soulful vocals and emotional rap harmonize over the dulcet melody as BTS emerges from the cloud of smoke—unveiling them in their illustrious, unadulterated glory.

Seokjin holds and squeezes Jungkook’s hand briefly when Jungkook props his head on Seokjin’s shoulder as they croon “I miss you” back-to-back, and Jungkook feels his heart soaring into heaven. The music fades in a dreamy haze, transitioning into the next song—a bass thumping banger to enliven the atmosphere.

Adrenaline courses through Jungkook’s veins, thick and intoxicating. He’s addicted. He’s high off the thrill of singing and dancing, svelte physique syncing to the rhythms while the stage lights gleam down on him, accompanied by his favorite people in the world, the individuals he idolizes and respects most in this world—Bangtan themselves.

Performing their hit songs, the timeless k-pop classics they slaved over years to produce, sometimes even fighting with management to release, reinvigorates Jungkook. He pours every ounce of energy within him to belt out the notes and contort his body into powerful yet fluid and precise dance moves. The two and a half hour jam-packed setlist passes by in the blink of an eye. They deliver their ending messages, expressing their gratitude towards the fans and promising to comeback again, before delving into the encore, concluding the show.

Backstage, everyone huddles into a group hug. They’re overcome with pride and joy—of the sold-out stadium, the standing ovations, the feeling of reuniting again. They playfully rag on a couple of their crying bandmates and comfort them, too. Jungkook didn’t cry, but he felt the prick of tears and pang of his heart, eyes glossy, until Seokjin’s calming presence thumbed the moisture away, smiling softly as he pulls Jungkook into his arms.

“You were amazing, baby,” Seokjin whispers, kissing Jungkook’s forehead. He cradles Jungkook’s face in his hand, the other gliding down to pinch Jungkook’s waist. “The reaction to your new song was crazy. You’re going to have a worldwide hit in your hands. My little global superstar.”

Jungkook bites his lip, scratching the top of his head, shy. “You think?”

Seokjin grabs Jungkook’s hand, laces their fingers together, and squeezes.

“Yeah. I know. It’s time for the world to embrace your talents and brilliance.”

Jungkook beams, nose scrunching in contentment, eyes sparkling and smile radiant. Seokjin nips at his nose, and Jungkook giggles, unable to contain the happiness he feels. He throws his arms around Seokjin’s neck and leans in to kiss him.

“I’m really happy, hyung.”

“Me too, baby.”

Anticipation, along with a healthy dose of anxiety, course through Jungkook, setting him on edge. This is his biggest solo American appearance to date, in front of 21,000 spectators packed into the Staples Center, consisting of the hottest names in the entertainment industry, all convening for the annual Grammy Awards and broadcasted for approximately over two million viewers across the nation. He performed earlier in the show, which dissipated some of his nerves, but now they’re returning with a fervent ferocity, like butterflies are eating his stomach.

Seokjin and a pretty actress Jungkook doesn’t know the name of cross the stage toward the podium to present one of the coveted awards, Best Pop Performance and Album. Jungkook is a nominee for both categories—with his most recent album experiencing unprecedented success—achieving RIAA double platinum certification and the lead single topping the Billboard Top 100 chart for weeks due to large scale radioplay. He’s contending against established household names, so realistically, his chances are small, but he’s still expectant and hopeful. Miracles can still happen, right? And just being at this monumental event, as well as the being first South Korean musical act to receive a historical nomination, is an honor.

Jungkook fidgets in his seat while the VCR plays snippets of each contender before the presenters unfold the envelope to announce the ultimate winner. Seokjin opens his mouth to speak, and Jungkook holds his breath.

“The award for Best Pop Solo Performance and Best Pop Vocal Album goes to…” Seokjin enunciates slowly, “Jeon Jungkook!”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, skeptic, feeling like his own ears have betrayed him. But the deafening screams of ‘Jeon Jungkook!’, raucous cheering, and his fellow colleagues congratulating him confirm it’s real. Jungkook looks back up at the stage to see Seokjin beaming at him and follows the light.

He’s shaking slightly when he accepts his award, English words a jumbled mess in his brain. Seokjin’s presence calms him down, especially when he subtly squeezes Jungkook’s hand behind the podium and rubs Jungkook’s back as Jungkook delivers his speech.

Jungkook thanks the usual suspects: his producers, his record label, his staff, his family, his album’s muse and inspiration (Seokjin), reciting all his practiced English phrases. The audience applauds him, giving him a congenial reception that makes him feel appreciated, accepted, and eternally grateful. He stalks off the stage, waving at everyone while his eyes glisten and blur his vision, with Seokjin two steps behind him.

They leave the ceremony right after, since the remainder is irrelevant, and Jungkook would rather celebrate with Seokjin privately.

Jungkook heaves himself into Seokjin’s embrace as soon as they’re in their hotel suite, giddy off the exhilaration rushing through his veins. He feels like he’s flying, soaring up in the clouds, but Seokjin grounds him, pulling him down to earth. Jungkook drapes his arms around Seokjin’s shoulders and rises up those few centimeters for a kiss.

“Congratulations, baby. I’m so, so proud of you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks are aching from smiling too much and the intensity of his blush. “Thank you, hyung.”

“Your English was really impressive, and you articulated your thoughts amazingly, too. You did so well up there.”

“That was because of you. You taught me phrases and helped me rehearse—”

Seokjin shushes him, shaking his head.

“Don’t discount yourself, Kook ah. You’re smart, and you worked hard. You achieved everything on your own. I’m just here supporting you, like you’ve always done for me.”

“Hyung…” Tonight is one of the best nights of Jungkook’s life, but somehow, Seokjin makes it even more incredible.

“I love you, baby, and I couldn’t be more happy for you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Why don’t we crack open a bottle of champagne to commemorate this occasion?”

“'Kay.” Jungkook beams.

“To more Grammy awards in the future.” Seokjin toasts, clinking his glass against Jungkook’s.

“Stop.” Jungkook covers his face with the hand not grasping the champagne flute, but he’s giggling, cheeks tinged pink. “And to more Oscars.” Jungkook salutes, raising his glass.

“Of course.” Seokjin scoffs, feigning arrogance and pretending like the notion of him not receiving an esteemed award is ludicrous. It’s farcical to Jungkook though. Seokjin’s talents are endless. “I have two more movies coming out.”

Jungkook erupts into unbridled laughter, collapsing onto the mattress. Seokjin joins him, quaking as he curls his body around Jungkook’s.

“Hey, Kook ah. Wanna order room service?” Jungkook nods, recalling that he only munched on snacks during the ceremony. His stomach’s rumbling now from lack of proper nutrition.

Jungkook marvels as Seokjin orders their meal in perfect, fluent English. Seokjin never ceases to amaze him. Approximately one prolonged snuggle session and several neck kisses later, their doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of their food.

Seokjin wheels the cart toward the dining table and uncaps the trays. There’s a creamy pesto penne pasta with succulent shrimp, creme bruleed pork belly confit, three steaks grilled medium rare—one for Jungkook and two for Seokjin of course—marbled, juicy slabs of ribeye served with a garlic herbed butter sauce and truffle parmesan fries, and a butterscotch bread pudding topped with brown butter ice cream for dessert.

Jungkook laughs as Seokjin sniffs each individual dish theatrically and spells out the name in English. It’s nostalgic, reminding him of Eat Jin and how Jungkook would frequently crash his vlives.

What’s different now from then is Jungkook plopping himself onto Seokjin’s lap and lapping up the sauces that dribble down Seokjin’s chin. It’s similar in how Seokjin still feeds him morsels though, even when Jungkook’s stomach is about to burst. And, how woefully gorgeous Seokjin is when trying to cram an entire steak into his mouth.

Predictably, Seokjin gags on it since no human mouth is designed to consume such a massive chunk of meat in one gulp. Jungkook swallows his snickers to chide Seokjin, patting his back and dabbing his mouth with a napkin. Jungkook cuts the beef into miniature, bite-size portions, more appropriate for consumption.

The white noise of Los Angeles nightlife provides the evening’s soundtrack as they dine in front of the veranda, peering out into the cityscape, illuminated by bright, incandescent lighting and the moonlit sky. Jungkook reclines into Seokjin’s chest when they’ve cleared their plates while emptying the bottle of champagne. He feels warm with Seokjin’s fingers splaying across his belly and the buzz of the alcohol.

Seokjin hums softly, the sound reverberating against Jungkook’s skin. It’s comforting. Jungkook pillows head on Seokjin’s collarbone and closes his eyes. His senses dull, dimming the lights and muting the sounds, slipping from consciousness. Seokjin gingerly maneuvers Jungkook onto the bed and cuddles him. He pets Jungkook’s hair, singing a melodic tune under his breath, lulling Jungkook to sleep.

Jungkook snatches Seokjin’s hand midway, holding it against his cheek, mumbling faintly.

“Thank you, hyung. Not just for tonight, but for everything. Every night and day with you has been wonderful so far, and I’ve never been happier. I love you.”

Seokjin smiles his truest, most vulnerable smile. He kisses Jungkook’s mouth. “I love you too, baby. More than you can imagine.”

Seokjin poises himself atop the bathroom’s granite countertops while Jungkook applies his makeup. It’s distracting though, the way Seokjin gazes lovingly at Jungkook with rapt fascination, his fingers lightly traveling along Jungkook’s arms to feel the flex of his muscles and swinging his legs, occasionally kicking Jungkook in the butt and digging his heels into the small of Jungkook’s back like the fucking nuisance he is. Jungkook purses his lips and creases his forehead in concentration to carve out impeccable cheekbones and sculpt the perfect eyebrows. His focus shatters when Seokjin kisses one of his cheeks, flustering him, and the pencil strokes go astray.

“Hyung!” Jungkook whines while Seokjin cackles hysterically. “Now I have to redo your makeup.”

Seokjin squeezes his thighs around Jungkook’s waist, reeling him into a hug and dropping his head onto Jungkook’s shoulder. “Or, I could stay home with you. We have a bougie hotel suite to ourselves…” Seokjin says suggestively, biting at Jungkook’s earlobe.

Heat trickles down Jungkook’s spine from Seokjin’s warm breath floating against his skin. Jungkook steels himself, shaking his head.

“No, hyung. You need to work,” Jungkook reprimands sternly. “I’m tired of being the sole provider and bringing home all the income.”

“Says the brat that eats all my food and steals all my clothes and sleeps in my bed. You don’t even pay rent.”

A wicked smile trawls across Jungkook’s face. He snuggles into Seokjin’s chest and peers up at him with twinkling doe eyes. “But that’s because you love me, right?”

Seokjin knocks their foreheads together. “Yeah, I love you,” Seokjin says, kissing the side of Jungkook’s face. His hands slide down Jungkook’s backside, underneath his ass, and hefts Jungkook onto his lap. Jungkook squeaks in surprise, and Seokjin laughs at him.

“Make me look good, you brat.”

Jungkook nods obediently, grabbing his makeup brushes.

This time Seokjin can’t disturb Jungkook since his hands are too busy steadying Jungkook’s hips so he doesn’t teeter to the ground. Jungkook works efficiently, skillfully applying products to enhance Seokjin’s already handsome features.

“There. All done,” Jungkook says reverently when he completes his masterpiece.

Jungkook slides off Seokjin’s lap so he can assess Jungkook’s work. Seokjin follows suit, wrapping his arms around Jungkook and spinning them both around.

“Damn, I look amazing.” Seokjin whistles, turning his head to observe his reflection in the mirror. He kisses Jungkook’s temple. “Thank you, baby.”

“Mm.” Jungkook twists in Seokjin’s embrace to glance at him. His eyes examine every inch of Seokjin’s face in awe, fingers gliding lightly over Seokjin’s skin to not disrupt his makeup and skimming along the silky fabric of his Armani tux. “My hyung is so handsome.”

Seokjin leans in for a quick kiss, which quickly turns into several when Jungkook grasps Seokjin’s jacket lapels to hold him in place.

“I have to go now.” Seokjin sighs, resting his forehead against Jungkook’s. “You’ll be at the premier, right?”

“Of course. The movie is about me, isn’t it? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“We won’t be able to walk the red carpet together, but I got you tickets, and you’re sitting next to me, so we can watch it together at least.”

“It’s okay. I have to get ready now so I can attempt to look half as decent as you.”

“Aw, baby. But you’re so beautiful right now,” Seokjin coos, taking Jungkook into his arms, who’s still adorned in a ratty oversized tshirt and sweatpants. He nuzzles his cheek against Jungkook’s fluffy hair. “So soft and cute.”

Jungkook huffs a laugh.

“Still not as handsome as you.”

“No one is.” Seokjin smirks devilishly, kissing the skin of Jungkook’s exposed shoulder. “You’re still gorgeous though. Definitely worthy of worldwide handsome. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay? My baby is the prettiest.”

Jungkook nods shyly, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Seokjin presses a sweet, chaste kiss against his lips.

“We’ll get dinner afterwards. See you later, baby. Don’t be late, okay?”

“Okay, hyung.”

Jungkook is late—beyond fashionably late from styling his hair off his forehead, sweeping eyeshadow into the creases of his eyelids, spritzing on perfume to selecting the most exquisite outfit—missing the entire red carpet fanfare of flashing lights and clamorous photographers completely. He prefers it though, since he’s never enjoyed mass media attention. By the time he sneaks into the theater, the auditorium has already darkened and the opening credits just started rolling.

“Hi baby,” Seokjin greets, grabbing Jungkook’s hand to twine their fingers together. Then, he leans in close, whispering into Jungkook’s ear, “you look cute.” Jungkook smiles and rests his head onto Seokjin’s shoulder. Everyone is fixated on the screen, and in the twilight room, no one pays them any attention.

Mist clouds over Jungkook’s eyes as the movie unfolds, witnessing their story through Seokjin’s starry perspective and the lustrous light he views Jungkook in, like he’s a little miracle, a blessing from the skies. Seokjin squeezes Jungkook’s hand, drawing circles into his skin in reassurance. It reminds Jungkook that Seokjin’s here with him; that they’re in this together. When he looks up, Seokjin’s eyes are shiny too, smile soft.

They’ve barely stepped through the threshold when Jungkook launches himself at Seokjin, kissing him hungrily and prying at his shirt buttons. Jungkook’s lovedrunk on two bottles of wine from their dinner, but mostly on the bubbly feelings Seokjin instills in him.

“Baby.” Seokjin laughs into the onslaught of kisses, letting Jungkook push him towards the bed until they’re tumbling onto it together. Seokjin’s shirt isn’t even halfway off, but Jungkook is already kissing his bare skin, tongue laving over the crest of his abs.

“You’re in a good mood, aren’t you?” Seokjin asks, petting Jungkook’s hair as he continues mouthing at Seokjin’s stomach.

“Mm,” Jungkook says, nose pressed against Seokjin’s navel, breath hot over the waistband of his pants. “Loved the movie.”

“I can tell.” Seokjin smirks and then swoops down to kiss Jungkook again until they’re gasping for air.

Jungkook pauses to drink in Seokjin’s appearance—his flawless skin already flushed and glistening, hair disheveled but still dangerously attractive. His eyes are dark and lusty, but there’s an underlying softness in his gaze, manifested in the delicate way he holds Jungkook’s waist. Like Jungkook is the most precious thing in existence.

“Hyung, the movie… that’s really how you see me?”

“Yeah. You’re my everything, Kook ah. I love you.” Seokjin caresses the jut of Jungkook’s hipbone. Jungkook shivers.

“I— I love you, too.” Jungkook withers into Seokjin’s chest. Seokjin encloses his arms around Jungkook’s slim waist, drawing him in, and kisses the side of his face.

“I wanted to epitomize how much I love you in film the way the you always poured your feelings for me into song. It’s only a fraction of what I feel you though.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook chokes on his words, suffocating under the weight of Seokjin’s adoration.

Jungkook knows Seokjin loves him, but he always finds himself gobsmacked at the depth and intensity of Seokjin’s feelings for him. He didn’t know he could love someone so much and be loved so fervently in return. He kisses Seokjin passionately, hoping to convey the gravity and magnitude of his feelings, too. Seokjin’s hands wander down to Jungkook’s back, cupping his ass and spreading his legs so they straddle Seokjin’s hips. Jungkook lets their bodies talk for him, movements syncing to a familiar rhythm—a song of breathy moans, pleased whimpers, and hammering heartbeats.

Sunbeams dance across Seokjin’s naked body, illuminating his broad, muscled back. Jungkook maps a trail of kisses across his gilded, velvet skin, warmed and radiant from the sun. Seokjin rouses under Jungkook’s ministrations, shifting to tug Jungkook into his chest. His eyes blink open, and he kisses Jungkook’s nose.

“Morning, baby,” Seokjin says. His is voice deep and rumbly from sleep, and the sound sends tremors throughout Jungkook. Seokjin’s unfairly gorgeous in the morning, soft and glowy in the early sunlight—highlighting his puffy cheeks and bleary eyes, hair tousled from sleep, wisps dangling off his forehead. Jungkook tips his head forward for languid, leisured kisses. Seokjin’s mouth moves slowly against his until his jaw slackens, falling back asleep.

“Hyung, wake up.”

“Mm, no. It’s still early.”

“It’s 11 o’ clock.”

“Like I said, it’s too damn early.”

“I have something to show you, hyung.”

“Five more minutes, baby. I wanna cuddle with you some more.” Jungkook acquiesces, feeling cozy and snug in Seokjin’s arms. Five minutes becomes ten however, and Jungkook is getting annoyed.

“Hyung.” Jungkook shakes Seokjin awake.

No response.

“Hyung.” Jungkook tries again, pressing insistent kisses against his face.

Again, no response.

Jungkook bites Seokjin’s neck.

“Ow, fuck.” Seokjin glowers at Jungkook.

Jungkook giggles, leaning down to kiss the affliction.

“Breakfast?”

“Ugh, fine.”

Brunch, because by the time Seokjin is groomed and dressed it’s too late for breakfast—the French Riveria afternoon sun coruscating a vivid, harsh white brightness above them—is al fresco at a garden terrace cafe, consisting of pillowy soft challah french toast topped with a chantilly cream, a savory pie of quiche aux fromage, steak-frites, a croque madame dripping with bechamel, and a mug of cafe au lait each. After dining, Jungkook leads Seokjin to a marina, lined by luxury yachts. He rented the most extravagant vessel for a day cruise. He greets the captain, an older French gentleman with negligible knowledge about South Korean celebrities, before boarding the boat.

The ship sets sail as soon as they embark, and Seokjin and Jungkook climb up to the top deck to watch as the industrialized city fades into serene, crystal clear turquoise water. Wind swishes through their hair and sunshine gleams off their faces. They both clutch a glass of champagne each as they peer over the railing to gaze at the scenery. Dolphins flip through the air, imparting a source of entertainment. Giggles bubble out of Jungkook when Seokjin “ohs” and “ahs” repeatedly and mimics their leaping—as best as he possibly can while trapped on a moving vessel with nowhere to go but down. Jungkook records them both, the dolphins gracefully jumping and Seokjin’s exaggerated reactions.

When the dolphins swim away, they go for a dip in the pool. Jungkook challenges Seokjin to a couple laps, but Seokjin cheats, ambushing Jungkook underwater by grabbing his legs and kissing his face. Jungkook chases after Seokjin, splashing water at him and pinning him against the edge with revenge kisses. They wade around for a bit before soothing their sore limbs in a jacuzzi. They sip on tropical fruity cocktails and make out, licking the sugar from the other’s lips until the sun sets.

“We should get ready for dinner,” Jungkook murmurs against Seokjin’s lips.

“Okay,” Seokjin says with another sweet kiss to Jungkook’s mouth, and then he’s hauling Jungkook out of the hot tub.

Dinner is a romantic, candlelit affair. Their gourmet, three course meal is spread across a quaint dining table, accented by dimly lit candles and an elegant floral centerpiece. An ornate crystal chandelier hangs above them, and the port and starboard walls are comprised of floor-to-ceiling glass windows, providing a panorama view of the murky seas and stars speckling the night sky. Mellow, jazzy music plays in the background, adding to the intimate ambiance.

For the appetizer, they feast on brie en croute, melty cheese oozing out of a flakey, buttery crust. The entree is a chateaubriand, accompanied by celeriac root mousseline and a bernaise sauce drizzled on top. Dessert is a coffee creme fraiche cheesecake with a hazelnut graham cracker crust and a decadent chocolate ganache topping.

Jungkook slowly savors his meal, focusing on the way Seokjin smiles contently, sometimes moaning, around each mouthful. The tender filet melts in his mouth the way he melts from the warmth of Seokjin’s leg brushing against his underneath the table as Seokjin stuffs his cheeks full. Seokjin scrapes his plate clean, licking off every last crumb.

“Did you enjoy dinner?” Jungkook tinkers with his fork, jabbing the prongs into the table, nerves wracked with anxiousness.

“It was delicious.”

“Good.” Jungkook exhales a sigh of relief, a tiny smile quirking at his lips. “Because I made it.”

Seokjin’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open in shock. He strides over to Jungkook, drops himself on Jungkook’s lap, and kisses all over his face. “You’re amazing, baby. I love you so much.”

Jungkook blushes, cheeks blazing from Seokjin’s warm praise. He hides his face into Seokjin’s neck, but Seokjin coaxes him with gentle pets to his head and kisses to his cheeks. Seokjin then kisses him on the lips and pulls them both up.

“Dance with me?” Seokjin asks, breath puffing against Jungkook’s face from their proximity.

Seokjin holds Jungkook’s hips, and Jungkook curls his arms around Seokjin’s shoulders while they sway to the dreamlike music. Seokjin rests his forehead against Jungkook’s, gazing into his eyes. Moonlight shines softly over them, reflecting off Seokjin’s hair and in his irises. He looks like a fairytale prince. Jungkook leans in to kiss him. He parts his lips, letting Seokjin lick into his mouth. Seokjin grips Jungkook’s hips tighter when he moans around Seokjin’s tongue. Jungkook fists Seokjin’s hair, and the kiss turns hungrier, messier as they waltz to their cabin, stripping off their clothing in a whirlwind.

Jungkook sighs, blissfully sated, snuggling closer into Seokjin’s chest and drawing patterns over his toned abdomen. Seokjin tangles their legs together, petting Jungkook’s mussed hair. He feels Seokjin’s breaths mellowing out where his ear presses against Seokjin’s pulse, slipping into slumber. Jungkook jostles him.

“Don’t you want to go outside and watch the stars?”

“Why do I need to go outside when there are stars in your eyes?”

“Hyung.” Jungkook whines, but he’s blushing, hiding his enflamed cheeks in Seokjin’s neck.

“Baby, no. Let me see your face,” Seokjin says, wrenching Jungkook off of him and squishing Jungkook’s face between his hands. He bores into Jungkook, like he’s mapping the constellations in Jungkook’s eyes. “Ah, so pretty.”

Jungkook flushes, cheeks warmed like the sun. Seokjin kisses his lips, and Jungkook surges in for another. He nestles into Seokjin’s side when they break away. Seokjin looks at him curiously.

“Didn’t you want to go stargazing?”

“Changed my mind. I’d rather cuddle with you.”

“Are you okay?” Seokjin asks, hands smoothing down Jungkook’s back to massage Jungkook’s asscheeks. “I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?”

“’m fine. You always take such good care of me, hyung. I just— this is really nice.”

“It is.” Seokjin agrees. He kisses Jungkook’s forehead. “Today was unforgettable. Thank you, baby.”

“Of course, hyung,” Jungkook says seriously, tilting his head up to kiss Seokjin’s jaw. “I’d do anything for you. I like taking care of hyung, too. We’re partners. That’s what we do. Love each other unconditionally and take care of each other. I love you.”

Seokjin links their fingers together and kisses Jungkook’s knuckles, smiling, ears red.

“Love you too, baby.”

Winner’s latest album blasts through the apartment as Seokjin and Jungkook bustle around the living area. They’re tidying Seokjin’s residence for a celebration party: hanging decorative garlands and festive streamers, setting out extra house slippers beside the shoe rack, repositioning furniture to create more space, and arranging plates of food onto the counter.

The invitation list: Bangtan. They’re commemorating Jungkook’s and Seokjin’s recent accolades, since the timing never quite aligned until now, and BTS’ debut anniversary. It was too difficult to organize another reunion concert, too many obligations to fulfill, preexisting commitments to uphold. Unfortunate, but not earth shattering. There’s always more opportunities in the future. They’ve promised themselves and ARMY.

Jungkook bumps Seokjin’s hip after Seokjin pinches Jungkook’s waist, causing the platter of hor d'ovevres he’s balancing carefully in his hands to almost clatter to the ground in a mess of cured meats, semi-soft cheeses, and puff pastry crumbs when he squawks in surprise. Jungkook scantily rescues it in time, but he shoots Seokjin a menacing glare, who only laughs at him. Jungkook mutters swears under his breath while he reorients himself. Seokjin kisses Jungkook’s cheek, and the plate wobbles precariously as Jungkook affixes it on the table, caught off-guard.

“Hyung!” Jungkook complains, blotting the trays with a napkin to make them appear pristine and appetizing. Seokjin hugs Jungkook’s waist and kisses his nape while Jungkook ensures everything is presentable.

They’ve set up a smorgasbord, an eclectic buffet of traditional Asian and Western fare: sushi and sashimi, chicken satay skewers, gamjajeon, Korean Royal Court tteokbokki, crudites, and canapes. Jungkook meticulously cut petite sandwiches and an array of other diminutive provisions into cutesy critter shapes, garnishing them with herbs and microgreens to resemble a savanna. It’s a charming novelty for their guests.

Adjacent from the refreshments is an in-house bar where they can concoct whatever alcoholic beverage their heart desires or sip on straight up liquid poison, and there’s a separate table for desserts. Jungkook and Seokjin spent the previous evening baking a variety of sugary confections: macarons, little pot de cremes, profiteroles, mini tea cookies, and egg tarts. And, maybe Jungkook snuck a cheeky bowl of leftover pastry cream into their bedroom that night so Seokjin could lick it out of the crevices of Jungkook’s abs to indulge his appetite for all things sweet.

Still voracious after last night’s bed escapade, Seokjin kisses down Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook sneakily smuggles a cream puff when Seokjin’s distracted and smashes it against Seokjin’s face in revenge. Seokjin yelps, elbowing Jungkook into the shower to lick away the vestiges of custard and kiss against the marble tiles underneath a steady torrent of blistering water.

Seokjin kisses him when they’re dressed, too. He corners Jungkook against the counter, gripping his waist and nibbling his lips. Jungkook luxuriates in Seokjin’s attention. Seokjin’s hair is now an alluring ashy color. Jungkook can’t stop running his fingers through it.

The shrill ringing of the doorbell pops their domestic bubble. Jimin bounds through door, lugging more wine bottles Jungkook can believe his gremlin body carrying and a beaming smile, starting the party early. Behind Jimin is Taehyung.

One by one, the rest of Bangtan filter into the apartment. Yoongi, of course, is the last one to arrive. With him, he brings premium whisky and his laidback, casual demeanor.

Plates piled with delicacies and glasses brimming with booze, Bangtan exchange anecdotes and laughter, conversation flowing like placid ocean waves with the occasional high tide of rambunctiousness. Jungkook sits with an arm hooked between Seokjin’s. He listens to his hyungs idly chat, interjecting with banter and laughing at their terrible jokes.

“Hey, look! I’m eating Yoongi hyung!” Taehyung exclaims, flinging a kitty shaped sandwich into his mouth. Yoongi aggressively bites the head off a tiger cookie in petty vengeance. Everyone cackles.

Hoseok, already veering on tipsy, commences an impromptu dance party. With a few quick taps on his phone, electronic beats thump through the speakers via bluetooth like a makeshift club. Taehyung and Jimin are the first to join him, jamming alongside Hoseok.

Jungkook laughs at his silly hyungs, accompanied by Seokjin’s squeaky giggles. He pulls Seokjin onto the dance floor with him, pressing their bodies together. Seokjin’s transformed into a suave dancer by now, grinding down on Jungkook and gyrating his hips expertly it has Jungkook throwing his head back in headiness. Seokjin attaches his lips to Jungkook’s bared throat. Jungkook thinks he hears his hyungs howling in the background, but he’s too focused on Seokjin’s mouth sucking roses into his neck.

Hoseok commands the floor with surprising and strong coordination, oozing charisma, but grows increasingly more sloppy with each sip from his peachy, fizzy cocktail. Seokjin’s laughter rings against Jungkook’s ear as they rock together, bodies quaking. From the corner of his eye, Jungkook spies Yoongi thumping along, too. Everyone’s enjoying themselves, music—and liquor—rippling steadily through their bloodstream, consumed by the convivial ambience.

When the fumes of alcohol have rescinded, aka they’ve nearly exhausted Seokjin’s wine cellar—Jimin is a monster and Yoongi’s stomach is made of steel, they all cheer to hit up a club or bar for more drinks and memories.

Seokjin cordially declines a second round.

“I’m sorry. This has been lovely, but I have to take Kook somewhere,” Seokjin says primly. There’s some coos mixed with disgruntled, faux puking noises, and Seokjin essentially tosses their shoes at everyone, booting them from the pension. He grasps Jungkook’s hand and holds it the entire journey, navigating with one hand on the steering wheel.

“Where are we going?” Jungkook asks while they zoom across the interstate, not recognizing the winding roads of asphalt and trees spiking the landscape.

The car ceases to a halt when they arrive at a villa. There’s an expansive, flourishing garden and a whimsical lagoon styled, natural swimming pool accented with rustic boulders, a gushing waterfall that cloaks a clandestine grotto, and shimmery clear water that reflects the moonlight. Atop the summit is a highrise, modern, minimalist mansion—imposing with its majestic, white reinforced concrete exterior and sleek, boxy construction.

“Is this what you wanted to show me?” Jungkook asks in awe, marveling at the picturesque scenery.

“Do you like it?”

Jungkook nods. Seokjin hugs Jungkook from behind, propping his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder. He murmurs into Jungkook’s ear, voice scantly audible over the balmy breeze and rippling waves:

“Good, because it’s ours.”

“What?” Jungkook gasps in disbelief.

“It’s ours, baby. Look again. Doesn’t it seem familiar?” Seokjin points at the house. Jungkook’s eyes follow Seokjin’s hand, and the elegant yet contemporary designs and muted colors he’s envisioned in his fantasies bloom to life before him.

“You really built our dream house?”

“Yeah.” Seokjin smacks a wet kiss onto Jungkook’s temple.

“Hyung, this is amazing—”

“Hang on, baby. I have one more surprise for you.” At Seokjin’s cue, fireworks blossom in the darkened night sky.

Jungkook’s heart thuds in tandem to the symphony of gleaming lights, enchanting music, and booming thunder rupturing above them. Seokjin grazes his fingers across Jungkook’s belly, and explosions erupt against his skin, too. He watches the spectacle enraptured until the lights and sounds disperse into hushed darkness.

When Jungkook turns around, there’s only Seokjin’s soft breaths and the moonlight flickering in his eyes. The fervor of his gaze is so ardent and intense, it stifles the air around them. Jungkook forgets how to breathe. All the words balanced on the tip of his tongue fall away.

Seokjin clutches Jungkook’s hands, holding them in his.

“Hyung?”

“Jeon Jungkook. You’re the light of my life. Your smile lights up my world, and you make me so, so happy. I’m the happiest when I’m with you. God, when your eyes crinkle into those pretty moons and your cute nose scrunches like a bunny… Fuck. You’re gorgeous, funny, thoughtful, and kind. I love you so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you as happy as you make me.”

“Hyung, I—”

Gradually, Seokjin lowers himself and kneels before Jungkook, his almond eyes shimmering. He procures a dainty, velvet box from his pocket. Seokjin flicks it open, and Jungook’s heart stops. Wedged inside is a diamond ring—a robust, weighty gemstone encrusted in a platinum band studded with smaller jewels. Light bounces of the surface, the stones scintillating brighter than all the stars twinkling in the galaxy.

“S-seokjin hyung.”

“Jeon Jungkook, will you marry me?”

“Yes. Oh my god, yes.”

Seokjin brandishes a dazzling smile, lips and eyes curving into beautiful crescents, brighter than the moon. He slips the ring onto Jungkook’s finger and rises, clasping Jungkook’s hands. Jungkook circles his arms around Seokjin’s neck and kisses him. Starbursts explode when their warm mouths converge, like gravitational interstellar collisions.

Jungkook’s lashes flutter as Seokjin pecks his mouth with soft kisses. His fingers curve behind Seokjin’s nape, keeping him close when they part for air. Seokjin kisses Jungkook’s nose.

“Do you wanna explore the premises?”

Jungkook sucks in an anticipating breath. He expels the air slowly through his teeth.

“Yeah.”

Seokjin escorts Jungkook on a tour of their new quarters. They weave through the botanical garden, crossing over the wooden bridge, before stepping through the foyer and toeing off their shoes.

Jungkook’s amazed at how immaculately the space meets both of their required specifications. It’s an amalgamation of both of their preferences, the layout exactly as they designed. The living room is spacious with lofty ceilings and ample natural light streaming through the sweeping glass windows, there’s a massive gaming room to accommodate all of their electronic devices, a recording studio with soundproofed walls for Jungkook, and a roomy kitchen for Seokjin.

“Should we check out the master bedroom?”

Jungkook nods.

They climb the curved central staircase to the second story.

The room is an exercise in contemporary grandeur, modest but still classy and stylish. It’s furnished with only the bare essentials, so it feels comfy and inviting. Plush carpeting lies beneath their socked feet and moonlight trickles in through the curtained windows, beaming onto the king-sized bed—draped in the finest and most luxurious bedding. Beside it is a nightstand where Jungkook’s favorite scented candles sit atop it.

Fairy lights dangle over the bed, and Jungkook feels tears prick his eyes. Seokjin gently pushes Jungkook onto the mattress, hovering over Jungkook and smiling down at him. He thumbs over Jungkook’s glossy eyes, swiping the tears away.

“Baby,” Seokjin soothes. “Why are you crying?”

“Because I’m so happy.”

“Stop. You’re ugly when you cry.”

“Hyung.”

“I’m kidding. You’re always so pretty. Even when you’re crying. My beautiful baby boy.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook says again, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the fountain of tears from cascading down his cheeks. Seokjin bends down to kiss his moist eyelashes.

“Baby, you’re going to make me cry, too.”

“I love you, hyung.”

“I love you too, baby. So much.” Seokjin breathes into Jungkook’s mouth, the remainder of his words losing themselves in the fray of their lips crashing solidly together. Jungkook tugs Seokjin closer and kisses him hard. He bites at Seokjin’s bottom lip and licks into his mouth. Seokjin’s fingers dance along Jungkook’s tiny waist, shoving his shirt over his head.

Jungkook claws at Seokjin’s top while Seokjin unzips his own pants before unfastening Jungkook’s. It’s a struggle to yank them off Jungkook’s legs though.

“God, you really had to wear leather pants today?” Seokjin complains.

“Shut up, hyung. You’re the one who bought these for me because you liked how good my thighs looked in them.”

“I do.” Seokjin sighs appreciatively. “Your legs look damn amazing. They’re a fucking bitch to get off though.”

Jungkook huffs but assists Seokjin, and together they successfully wrangle off Jungkook’s pants, discarding them onto the floor. Tomorrow, Jungkook will probably bitch that his outrageously expensive 2,250,150₩ trousers have wrinkled, but right now he can’t spare the energy to actually give a fuck when Seokjin roams his hands across Jungkook’s body, kissing his glowing skin.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Seokjin says, nuzzling his nose along Jungkook’s thighs. Jungkook laughs, but it dissipates into a moan when Seokjin kisses the soft flesh. Seokjin’s warm mouth drifts up Jungkook’s legs, and Jungkook inhales sharply, his body lighting into flames.

Electricity crackles underneath Jungkook’s skin from Seokjin’s tender, reverent kisses. He quivers in anticipation as Seokjin inches closer to where Jungkook needs him most, arousal mounting in his belly.

His eyes have already hazed over, clouded with lust. He threads his fingers through Seokjin’s hair, watching how the strands catch on his ring. It’s breathtaking; the diamond glinting against Seokjin’s ash blond tresses and his cherry red mouth traversing Jungkook’s skin—kissing his hipbones, across his stomach, and up his chest, Seokjin’s beautiful, broad body between Jungkook’s legs.

Fuck.

Seokjin nudges a thigh against the hard outline of Jungkook’s cock, and Jungkook groans from the pressure. Seokjin smirks, dipping his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth. He encircles an arm around Jungkook’s waist, lifting him up to grind their hips together, drawing more whimpers out of Jungkook.

“Fuck, hyung. I need you.” Jungkook whines. “I want you so bad.”

“Baby.” Seokjin croons sweetly, voice soft and melodious like a love song. He kisses Jungkook’s cheek before receding to retrieve the container of travel lube and condom packet he always carries in his back pocket so they can fuck wherever, whenever.

When Seokjin crawls back onto the bed naked, he paws off Jungkook’s underwear. Jungkook drapes his arms around Seokjin’s midsection and hauls him down for kisses. He sucks on Seokjin’s tongue, barely feeling the first slicked finger scissoring him open.

“You okay, baby?” Seokjin asks, brushing his lips over Jungkook’s ear.

“Fuck yes. God, I’m good.” Jungkook moans as Seokjin showers him in kisses. Seokjin crooks his fingers inside Jungkook until they glide in and out comfortably. Jungkook actually whines when Seokjin withdraws them, and Seokjin mollifies him with a kiss.

Seokjin aligns his cock at Jungkook’s entrance and slowly pushes the tip inside. Jungkook sinks down onto him until Seokjin is buried to the hilt.

“Hyung.” Jungkook cries with Seokjin’s hips flush against his ass. He feels so full just from Seokjin’s cock throbbing inside him, tears threaten to spill from his eyes.

“Shh, baby. I’m right here,” Seokjin murmurs, twining their fingers together. He kisses Jungkook until Jungkook eases around him, and relief inundates his senses. Seokjin hasn’t even started moving, but Jungkook already feels so good and so fucking full.

They’ve had sex frequently over the years they’ve been dating, and Jungkook always prefers Seokjin inside. Seokjin fills him so well and makes him feel whole. Their bodies fit perfectly together, like coffee and whipped cream, in perfect harmony with each other. Like Jeon Jungkook was created for Kim Seokjin. Seokjin has developed an implicit, intricate understanding of Jungkook’s body, knowing it as well as Jungkook does. He’s mapped every crevice, discovering all of Jungkook’s sensitive spots with his hands, lips, and teeth.

He knows what Jungkook needs when he begs, “please.”

Seokjin stays close when he fucks into Jungkook, arms braced beside his head, staring into his eyes and kissing him impassionedly. Jungkook loves this—the closeness, the intimacy, their heartbeats drumming to the same cadence as they shift together.

Pretty moans tumble from Jungkook’s lips as Seokjin builds a familiar rhythm, starting slow then snapping his hips forward, rising into a crescendo. Jungkook wraps his legs around Seokjin’s waist, crushing Seokjin with his thighs. He relishes in the guttural grunt that rips through Seokjin’s chest, loving how he can affect Seokjin, making his hyung feel good, too. It incites something carnal and hedonistic within Seokjin, pounding deeper into Jungkook to graze the spot that makes him cry out in pleasure.

“So good.” Jungkook pants. “Feels so good, hyung.”

“You too, baby. Always so good for me. You’re so pretty like this. My pretty baby. Beautiful baby boy.”

Jungkook glimmers from the praise, face contorted in pure bliss. He arches his back and cants his hips onto Seokjin’s cock to crowd their bodies closer together. Seokjin’s heart thuds wildly against his, punching moans out from his chest.

Seokjin nips at Jungkook’s throat, kissing him and whispering sugared reassurances, his syrupy voice trickling against Jungkook’s skin. Jungkook slots their mouths together in a bruising kiss to drink up his sweet sounds. Warmth bubbles sultry and salacious in Jungkook’s veins, igniting his body ablaze. He quickly unravels with each far-reaching thrust, a chorus of pleased cries and whines escaping his lips.

“You sound so pretty, baby boy. You’re so fucking hot. Pretty baby. I love you so much.”

“Hyung.” Jungkook whimpers, feeling his orgasm pulse beneath the surface of his skin, amplifying within him. Seokjin, sensing Jungkook’s close, drops one of his hands to Jungkook’s cock. He strokes Jungkook in tune to the steady tempo he’s established while thrusting deep into Jungkook, picking up his pace.

“So fucking pretty, baby.” Seokjin grunts. “So fucking good for hyung.”

“Ah,” Jungkook sobs with every drag of Seokjin’s cock inside him. Seokjin’s hand on him and his compliments are fogging Jungkook’s mind. He’s wandering off, losing himself in ecstasy. Seokjin presses their foreheads together to kiss Jungkook, anchoring him to reality.

Jungkook cradles Seokjin’s head, caressing Seokjin’s cheek with his fingertips. His gaze flickers from Seokjin’s face—utterly gorgeous with sweat dripping down his brow, glittering in the moonlight, and his mussed hair falling over dark, smoldering eyes, to their laced fingers, Seokjin’s thick cock slamming into Jungkook and his hand curved around Jungkook’s dick, to Jungkook’s diamond ring scintillating where it’s tangled in Seokjin’s hair, bodies conjoined at every possible point of contact. They’re bonded together, Seokjin’s lean and toned frame engulfing Jungkook completely. It’s too fucking much for Jungkook. He gasps, splattering come across Seokjin’s fist and stomach.

He holds Seokjin close in his afterglow, dragging him into a kiss as Seokjin keeps fucking into him. Jungkook moans into Seokjin’s mouth, clenching around Seokjin, and it tips him over the edge, coming inside Jungkook.

They both remain like that, bodies entwined in their orgasmic daze, kissing and gazing into each other’s eyes while they recover from their high. Jungkook whines when Seokjin pulls out, wincing from the emptiness, until Seokjin jerks him into the shower and kisses him against the frosted glass walls, languorous and slow, savoring his sweet moans.

Jungkook topples onto the bed after Seokjin replaces the soiled sheets with a clean set. It’s so soft Jungkook feels like he’s floating on a cloud, and it smells like Jungkook’s preferred laundry detergent. Seokjin crashes next to him. He hugs Jungkook to his chest, and Jungkook snuggles into him. His hand finds Jungkook’s, toying with the ring on Jungkook’s finger.

“It looks beautiful on you,” Seokjin breathes out in wonder, captivated. He kisses Jungkook’s hand, lip pursing around the diamond. “So pretty.”

“Am I almost as pretty as hyung now?”

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Besides me.” Seokjin smirks, and Jungkook smacks Seokjin’s chest, but he’s huffing with laughter. Seokjin seizes Jungkook’s hand, locking their fingers together.

“You’re gorgeous, baby boy. I can’t wait to marry you. My little euphoria.”

Jungkook blushes, biting his lip demurely as he stares at his fiancé. His fiancé, because now he’s fucking engaged to Seokjin, and he still can’t quite process it. He’s going to marry Seokjin. Kim fucking Seokjin, an actual god descended from the heavens. Kim Seokjin, who Jungkook has nurtured a crush on for nearly half his life, and thirteen years later, it burgeoned into love.

“I can’t wait to marry hyung, either. I love you,” Jungkook says, eyes shining.

“I love you too, baby,” Seokjin says, leaning into kiss Jungkook deeply. “Forever and always.”

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