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All The Things Your Man Won't Do

KIA

“How could you be so stupid?” he yelled. I ducked from his blow, but he still struck the side of my face hard.

He was mad again. And drunk again. I hadn’t even done anything wrong, really. I was cleaning up after dinner, and I guess he wasn’t finished with his plate or something, he just happened to be angry about something along those lines.

I clutched my face, feeling my cheek swell up.

“Stay in the fucking house, you hear me? Don’t leave at all tomorrow. Dinner better be on time too.” He grabbed another beer out of the new fridge; everything in the house was new with his signing bonus money. He sat down and continued watching the game. I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, went to the room, and shut the door, climbing into bed. This was the final straw.

I had already stayed with him through the controlling ways he had when we were in college. He had hit me then, once, and had apologized fiercely. And he hadn’t hit me again, for 4 years. Until he got signed to the Clippers. And I came home and found him with another girl. And we fought, and he knocked me around. And he proposed the next day, claiming I was the only real girl, who had been there before the money and the fame, and silly me.. I said yes.

I willed myself to fall asleep, so tomorrow I could begin anew.

***

CHRIS

I pulled out of my driveway, passing the house with all the big trucks outside bringing in new stuff. My rival lived there, with his girl. I was heading out to summer practices with my team, you may have heard of them… the Los Angeles Lakers.

See, this year was my 4th year on the team, and I was saving up my money nicely, only splurging on a house and a few cars. The rest was being saved for when I found that special girl. I had a lot of endorsements, with Nike, with Gatorade, with Armani Code, and several others, so I was making sure I could provide for a family when that day came. My rival, well, what could be said about him? Tyson was a rookie, but everyone was hyping this nigga up saying he was gonna take over LA as if I would give up my domain. I signed straight out of High School, my nigga I do not mean to toot my own horn but…

I honked at the girl outside that big house with big trucks getting the mail, big sunglasses blocking out the sun. I waved at her, and she gave a small wave back. She was pretty from what I could see, but the small smile she gave me had me feeling like she wasn’t happy like she should be.

I hit the gas, turned up one of my fave Cali rappers, Tyga, who always got me hype before a game, and sped to summer shootout.

***

KIA

After all the new stuff was done being brought in and assembled, the house had that smell of things all new and shiny, and I didn’t really like it. Houses were supposed to smell and feel home-like. Not like the Sears appliance section.

I finished the Lasagna and set it in the oven to bake so I could begin on the salad and bread. I got a new bottle of wine, and had it opened, as I drank from it.

I thought back to how my life had changed in 4 years. I had been so in love, and now, I was 21, engaged, in a house that was too big for me, and only reinforced how lonely I was feeling.

Tyson was signed and spending all this money, but not on me. He was trying to show out in this neighborhood. All I wanted was to go back home to where we grew up in the hood. But he didn’t want to be seen like that anymore. But tomorrow I was going home no matter what. That was my real home. I finished up, and set the table, then cleaned all the dishes I had in the sink, so everything looked tidy. I dimmed the lighting and sat there watching my favorite shows on Netflix.

“Beep Boop Beep Boop.”

I must’ve dozed off. I got up to take the lasagna out the oven, and went to use the bathroom. That’s when my phone went off.

“Going out with the team, don’t wait up.”

No baby, no sorry, no I love you. I set the phone down on the dresser, and went back downstairs, staring at everything I had done for this man, who didn’t even deserve any of it. I went to the backyard, and sat there, babysitting my wine.

“Aye ma, can you toss me that football? My nephew accidentally threw it over earlier.”

I looked up at Chris Brown, starting point guard for the Lakers.

“I was just gonna hop the fence, but I didn’t want to startle you, a tall black nigga in the back yard and all.”

“Boy, I’m from the hood, people hopping fences ain’t even the half of it.” I got up, and threw the football over.

I saw him look at the wine and at my outfit.

“Oh, am I interrupting dinner? My bad.” He said, and he began to climb down whatever he was on.

“No… you’re not. Actually… Are you hungry?” I asked. I would not let this meal go to waste. Knowing Tyson, he wouldn’t be home till near 6 or 7 am, and being nice to the neighbors is not a crime.

“I’m always starving to be honest.” He answered, and after I waved him over, he hopped the fence, landing like a pro.

We went inside, and I served him up a plate of my famous lasagna.

***

CHRIS

I couldn’t get Kia out of my mind. She was beautiful, and she could cook. And the more I talked to her, the more I found out about her life. We were the same age, 21 and 22, but she was new to this life, and if you aren’t smart, this life can consume you. Sadly, she was being neglected while Tyson was out running the streets. I already knew what was up with him, I had many friends who kept me up to date on the competition, so I knew he was starting to get lost in it. He was only in it for 3 4 months, but I know better than most that first summer with your team is the hardest. We all go through it.

But I knew that there was more to Kia, more that she refused to show.

Every night this week Tyson was out, and so I had been keeping her company. After practices I’m usually tired, but I had a new found energy used to get this girl out the house. She wasn’t used to this area, and so I tried to help her make friends and enjoy the perks of this lifestyle. This whole month he had been slipping farther and farther from her, and that was where I filled in, but this week he really was never home.

We had been everywhere touring the sites, sometimes with my friends and sometimes just me and her. I took her back home to see her family, and I wanted to take her out on the yacht I had just acquired. But we were both busy during the day, and going at night was… risky. I may have started to like Kia like that, but she was engaged to Tyson. So while everything was friendly, I knew she could sense more from me, no matter how I tried to fight it.

We had had a few close calls, where I had almost told her how I was feeling, or where we had almost kissed, but things had kept getting in the way. But I knew she wanted me too, and I hoped I was proving I was worthy… I never wanted to be that kinda nigga who took some guys girl, but Kia was being abandoned, and if he couldn’t see how great she was, I would be happy to take her off his hands.

I was laying in my bed, thinking about her, when I heard the yelling through my open balcony sliding doors.

“Fuck you mean where have I been? I been out!”

“Tyson, lower your voice, I was just asking a question.” I knew her voice.

“Look, I go where I want to go. I paid for all of this, so just look pretty and sit down and shut up.”

“Tyson, please—“

I heard a smack, and then crying.

“Get out of my way.”

I heard a door slam, then a few minutes later I heard a garage open, and a car speed away.

I was out of my bed instantly and flying across the fence outside before Tyson was even at the corner of our street.

I banged on the glass door, and after a few minutes, Kia came to open it.

“Are you okay?” I asked, pulling her into my chest. She began sobbing again, and I just held her. When her tears slowed down, I pulled her away from me, so I could inspect her. Her cheek was swelling, and there was a slight bruise growing.

I was angry, angrier than I had ever been, and I sat her down in a chair.

“Wait here.” I went upstairs and grabbed some things, and then I took her hand and we walked to my house.

I opened my garage, and threw her bag in the backseat.

“Let’s go.” She climbed into my lambo, and I pulled out. I had a few days off from practice, and we were going to get away from that man who didn’t see what a diamond he had. How could you hurt something so beautiful?

KIA

It was breathtaking. The moon was shining on the water in a way that made me feel like I could walk on it like it was glass.

Chris was anchoring us, and I stood out on the bow, taking it all in.

“It’s beautiful huh?” I asked him when he joined me.

“It sure is.” He said looking straight at me.

He came closer to me, and I took a step back.

“Chris…”

“Kia. He treats you so cold… when you are like gold… full of life and vibrancy, and he keeps you locked in that house alone…” I looked down, saddened at his true words.

“He beats you.”

Hearing the words spoken aloud made my eyes water.

“And I don’t ever want to see you cry like that again.”

I looked up to reply, and Chris’s lips were waiting for mine.

***

It was magic, the way his body felt on mine. The heat we made, the chemistry between us was just as I had imagined it. He made sure to be careful when he caressed my face, since my face was still bruising though the ice had the swelling down.

He kissed down my body, and spread my legs as he licked my warm center that was leaking, calling for his attention. My back arched, and my breathing deepened, as he held my legs still with his muscular arms. My hands roamed his head, I couldn’t get them to stay still. He didn’t stop when I screamed and moaned his name, he just rose above me, and slid his throbbing member into me as I tried to come down from the high the first orgasm gave me.

His stroke game was as good as he is on the court, and minutes later I was coming apart again, and he sat me up with him, his back on the headboard of the bed on the yacht, and I rode him, our bodies closer than ever, as he groaned into my ear, and I bit down on his shoulder. He took me places I had never been before, till the sun began to peak over the horizon.

***

“Where the fuck you been?”

Tyson was waiting for me when I walked back into the house the next day around 5 in the evening.

“Away from all the bullshit.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes really.” I grumbled. I was upset that the storm outside had cut my getaway a day short.

“Did I say you could go?”

“I never say a word when you run out on me, so don’t open ya fucking mouth today Tyson.”

I was fed up. And after last night with Chris… I was done being here.

“Who the fuck you talking to like that?” he stood up, towering over me.

“You. I’m sick and tired of this Tyson. You and me? We’re done.” I took off the ring, and threw it at his chest.

“The fuck bitch?” he spat out, staring at me as the veins popped out of his neck and arms.

“I’m. Done.” I moved around him and he grabbed my arm, throwing me across the room. I stumbled into the couch luckily.

“No. We. Aren’t. You’re staying here. You can’t leave me. I own you.”

“I am not a possession of yours Ty, I was your girlfriend. Your fiancé. And you treated me like shit.”

“Fine bitch. Go back home to the hood. I don’t need you and the trash that you are.”

I laughed in his face.

So he punched me in mine. I fell to the ground, crying from the pain, and Tyson stood over y body, yelling at me, but I couldn’t hear it over the agony my face was in.

Chris came barreling into the house, charging at Tyson, and they fell to the ground fighting.

I was screaming, and things were breaking, and then Chris had Tyson in a hold, and he motioned for me to get my things.

I ran upstairs and threw everything I could in my two suitcases, and would come for the rest tomorrow.

I carried them downstairs and outside. Chris released Ty, shoving him onto the ground.

“Everything you wouldn’t do, I did.” He said, his voice low.

Ty didn’t even move, just looked from me to him, surprise in his eyes.

I turned and walked away.

***

We were soaked when we made it inside, and Chris just pulled me back outside into the backyard.

“I think I’m in love with you, and I know it’s early, it’s only been a month, but I really think I am.” He said.

I grabbed his face, and kissed him, and he lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I pulled his shirt over his head and we stripped each other, then he carried me into the pool.

As the rain fell around us, he entered me from the back, as I braced myself against the wall of the pool.

Nothing could compare to the feel of his skin the cold rain drops, the warm pool water, and the ecstasy of it all.

Once we were back upstairs, I held an icepack to my face and Chris had fallen asleep, I traced his pink lips, and snuggled into him, bringing our bodies closer. I knew after tonight, this would be the last time I had to ice a bruise from Tyson, the last time I would be afraid in my own home. The last time I would feel locked like Rapunzel in my own home. Because Chris would be everything Tyson wasn’t.

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—ambrosia & nectar [M] jjk

Ambrosia & Nectar [Dionysus!Jungkook x Phanessa!Reader]

⟢ credit: @kooksoshook & @bvrfilter jk edits, @hisunshiine banner

⟢ genre: angst | smut | fluff | one-shot

⟢ rating: 18+ | mature themes & explicit content

⟢ warnings + kinks: liberties taken with greek mythology, minor mentions of greek incest because inevitable, minor talk of minor characters dying, ot7 are greek gods, suspense, infidelity (in terms of going against future arranged marriage plans), cursing, overuse of ‘my love’, JK in a skirt (pteruge) LOL, sexual teasing, jealousy, kissing, marking, everyone is half naked, clit biting, squirting, spanking, face fucking, size kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, masturbation, cum play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, sleep cockwarming, non-sexual degradation, mentions of aggression against reader, mentions of murder, mentions of weapons

⟢ wc: 5k+

⟢ summary: you’re in love with jungkook, the god of fertility & wine, but promised to the god of war. jungkook is in love with you, but promised to the god of fire. when an illicit lover's tryst is brought to light, will the Fates cut your string? or will divine intervention prevent you from a most terrible fate?  

⟢ teaser: “I can’t kill you, I love you too much.”

⟢ author’s note: so Prof Bee asked me if i had a story in mind at 8pm and i was like uhh.. then i sat there until 6:30am writing this. i’ve had this idea rolling around in my head for ages, and i am glad to finally be able to use phanessa in a story, as i clearly am a self-indulgent whore for jungkook, but wbk! ♡ thank you to @bangtanhome​ and @ressjeon for reading and hyping!! ♡ i hope you enjoy! ♡ 

❂ To The Lighthouse  

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Bee through @bangtansorciere

⤐  AU Type: Trident's Tides - Soulmates

⤐  Themes: God/Goddess | Secret Relationship

⤐  Kinks: Clit Biting, Squirting, Spanking, Face Fucking, Size Kink, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Masturbation, Cum Play

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.” - The Symposium by Plato.

PROLOGUE:

Khronos, the primordial god of time, and Ananke, the goddess of necessity, existed since the dawn of creation. Their first child, Phanes, gave way to the first wave of mankind, as it was a need for the gods to be worshipped. Thanks to the interweaving of time within him, Phanes’s life cycle ending was inevitable.

This wreaked havoc upon Ananke, who begged for another child, one who could live eternal. At the time, the Titans, children of Uranus and Gaia, were embroiled in a battle against each other. Chronus, the titan, overthrew his father, and mated his sister, Rhea. They birthed several Olympian gods, and as fate would have it, his own son, Zeus, repeated this cycle. He overthrew him, mated his sister, Hera, and began anew on Mount Olympus. 

Humans on Earth threatened the gods, and in an attempt to punish them for their pride, Zeus separated them from their mates, and thus mankind as we know it was created.

Khronos, watching these lesser gods and their actions, gave in to Ananke’s wish. A sacrifice was to be made, a prophecy would be born unbeknownst to the lower gods, and their intertwining gave birth to Phanessa, a goddess of primordial strength. Ananke looked down upon her child, a beautiful baby girl, and knew her name was fitting. Meaning “Bring to Light”, they knew she would illuminate the cosmos, in more ways than one.

Khronos took his wife's hand, and together they gave up their godly bodies, and took their place encircling the cosmos. This heavenly union spurned the rotation of the heavens and started the eternal passage of time for all. Leaving their precious daughter on Mount Olympus, where they could watch over her forever, Hestia, eldest sister of Zeus, took in the swaddling baby to raise. Now beyond reach of the next generation of rulers, Father Time and Necessity could do nothing but watch the prophecy unfold. 

For years, the Olympian gods lived a quiet life, nurturing the heavens and earth below them. The Mystics, named thanks to the mysterious way they were born to Hera, were seven divine men in more than just their being. Even as children, Hera instantly felt their power, and as such, felt a strong maternal instinct over them. Wanting to protect them, she insisted that Zeus allow her to raise them on Olympus despite the strange birth. 

Conceding to the pleas of his wife, he agreed, and Mount Olympus became home to seven more. Each drawn to their strengths, Zeus and Hera helped to cultivate the seven Mystics along their chosen paths. They grew and played and learned and fought, curating their own direction for their eternal and divine lives. 

The eldest, Jin, was beautiful beyond belief. Desired by all, he shared as much love as he received. Often caught rendezvousing with pretty, mortal maidens and bachelors, his passion and virility helped to spawn a new generation of demigods and mankind. 

Yoongi, an eloquent diplomat, was able to communicate with anyone about anything. A quiet, introspective god, he helped out his uncle Hades, guiding dead souls to River Styx. Hoseok, with his manly beauty and ability to inspire and heal, was often found listening to music or practicing archery in the courtyard with Jimin.

Often described as his other half, Jimin was just as luminous as Hoseok. Playful in spirit, his purity came through in an almost childlike fashion, often seen running barefoot through the meadows and seeking pleasure in the hunt. A natural protector, he was fierce when his bow was in hand.

Namjoon, much like the middle of the scales of truth, was the middle brother, who’s balanced wisdom and strategic mind found him often working with Ares, one of his older half brothers and god of War. He didn’t much like the job, but his ability to map out battle strategy provided beneficial help for Ares' destruction. This was something that Taehyung despised, as he was known for his agriculture and harvesting ways, and he did not approve of nature’s destruction to ease the trivial emotions of men.

Often joining Taehyung in his rants of nature's demise was the youngest brother, Jungkook. A lover of wine, and one who harvested grapes for his own collection, he spent a great deal of his younger years in a festive spirit, ever the adventurous one. Often called insane by his own brothers, he sought euphoria the way mankind chased adrenaline. 

It is here that their lives on Mount Olympus continued much as they did every day, until the prophecy of soul enlightenment began to unfold.

Mount Olympus — Palace of Zeus

“Phanessa, sneak away with me,” Jungkook’s voice full of giggles and mirth whispers. His hand, calloused from roughhousing, tugs you along the marble corridors. Passing tapestries woven with gold, you laugh quietly as you attempt to free yourself.

“I can’t, you know that if we were caught—”

“What could they do to us?” Jungkook’s brow furrows with a cute scrunching of his nose that is almost impossible to say no to. Almost. 

“They could throw me in with the Titans. You are promised to Hephaestus, and I am promised to Ares!”

“Oh, fuck Ares!” Jungkook says with a pout. “You—” Jungkook pulls you hard and you stumble into his firm chest. “Are—” his hand meets your chin gently, tilting your face so that you can see the blaze of purple around each divine iris. “Mine.”

Jungkook presses his soft lips to yours, and your heart races as if pulled by the immortal horses housed in the stables nearby. You don’t understand this pull to him; you’ve known for years that you’re promised to marry Ares. Part of some deal made between Hestia and her brother Zeus in return for allowing her to raise you. Zeus knew that no one wanted Ares; his brutality and bloodlust made him an outcast among the gods, and you were the only pawn Zeus had to barter at the time.  

You melt into his embrace and he wraps his muscular arms around you, pulling you into his room. You hadn’t even noticed that the golden path he had taken you down was towards the Mystics wing, and the warmth of his room envelops you as soon as he closes the heavy door by pushing you against it. 

His kisses grow frantic as he gets lost in you, his hands pulling at the gold clasps on your shoulders to free your body from the sheer fabric. He hates that you wear red for your betrothed, despises seeing your pert nipples and plump breasts swathed in the see through material, and can’t wait to rip it from your body.

“Kookie, wait—”

“Please, Ness, I need you.” His large eyes peer down at your smaller form and he presses himself against you so you can feel just how badly his desire for you is. You let out a soft moan and Jungkook takes the chance to kiss along your neck to weaken your resolve.

“Gods, Jungkook, we’re going to get caught one of these days—”

A loud knocking at his bedroom door startles you silent.

“Jungkookie! Are you in there?” Hephaestus’s high pitched voice warbles through the marble.

“Stay quiet, my love.” Jungkook advises quietly, and you nod, letting him know you are aware of the danger. Hephaestus is a jealous and grudge-holding god, and you do not want to be on the other side of her anvil. 

She calls out again, but when he doesn’t answer, you hear her leave down the hall, her god awful singing following her departure. 

Stepping out of Jungkook’s grasp, you give yourself room to think. Being around him leaves you feeling mad, reckless—the love that swells when you’re near him is all consuming. 

“I need to go. Namjoon is waiting for me. I promised to accompany him to Ares’s war room today.” Closing the gold clasp on your shoulder, you exit his chambers, and Jungkook can do nothing but watch your hips sway as they walk away from him.

“Mother.” Jungkook kneels before Hera, who lays on a cloud soft chaise as nymphs feed her various fruits. 

“Oh, Jungkook! So good to see you, my darling.” Hera sits up, fixing the fabric draping her body as she leans to kiss his cheek. “Why do you look so sad?”

“Why must I marry Hephaestus? She is lame and jealous and I don’t love her. How will she bear me healthy children? How can I spend my time with someone unable to partake in the wine and dance?” Jungkook is distraught. You have been avoiding him since your near miss with his betrothed, and he misses you desperately. Hephaestus follows him where she can, when her shriveled leg doesn’t slow her down.  

“You can have other consorts, my son. I don’t advise it, but Hephaestus is but your match as determined by Zeus.”

“Who says Zeus is right?” Jungkook challenges, and even the nymphs look rightfully scared of the blasphemous words he speaks.

“Mind your tongue, son. Zeus is the king of gods and you are to obey his command. I beg of you.” 

Jungkook stands, the urge to escape racing through his veins. 

“Beg of me no more, mother. I cannot handle this fate.” Turning on his heel, he flees her garden.

Later that night and drunk on wine, Jungkook lays in his bed, large hand stroking his cock as he holds the small triangle of fabric to his nose. The panties intended to protect your virtue are in his grasp, the scent of your arousal leading him closer and closer to madness. He thrusts his hips up, thick cock fisting its way to climax and with a low grunt, he releases. Palm coated in his warm arousal, he continues to stroke himself with his release, running his thumb over the sensitive head until he’s whining your name repeatedly. 

Across the pristine courtyard, past decorative topiaries and marble statues, you lay in your bed much in the same state. Two fingers trace along your folds, cum glistening in the moonlight as you stretch your essence into a thin string before it breaks. You wish for nothing more than to have Jungkook fill you, your tiny cunt throbbing from the way he could spread you open—

You fall into restless dreams of Jungkook and Ares fighting to the death.  

Wine. So much wine. Of course, it’s to quench the thirst of the masses, but Jungkook has taught you all about his wine-making. Never for reckless drinking, his aim is to provide wine to help ease suffering and bring joy. 

Music loud and festivities well underway, you wade through all of the revellers in search of the one you’ve always been drawn to. 

Jungkook. 

Sitting on a chaise in the middle of the room, you eye him in all of his semi-nude glory. With only a short pteruge wrapped around his waist, the glinting golden metal hides the length you’ve dreamt about all week. Topless, you enjoy the view of his muscular torso and can’t help but notice that the marks you once left have faded away.

Staying away from Jungkook is a hard task to do, and you’re tired of trying. In all the time spent around each other, he’s spent most of it teaching you about freedom—he craves the ability to show you how to strip yourself from self-conscious fears and cares of others, and Zeus’s demands of arranging your future marriages goes against everything he stands for.

You grab an empty goblet from a passing automaton table and extend your hand into the waterfall of wine. Cup full to the brim, you bring the intoxicating liquid to your lips and swallow heartily, filling yourself with your lover's self-harvested drink. 

Sensing you, Jungkook turns to watch you drink, arousal growing as he sees excess wine flow down on either side of the goblet with rivulets disappearing beneath your wine-colored gossamer sheer gown. The garment is unlike anything he’s seen you in before, with its short length stopping mid thigh. The gauze-like material shifts delicately across your breasts, and he can see every curve of your body. 

The color alone—just enough to be considered a shade of red, but Jungkook knows—pairs well with the color of your skin. His cock throbs. How you could control his body from across the room like this he’ll never understand. Shifting on the chaise, he follows your path through the room, watching as you stop to talk with Taehyung, who puts a tiger lily in your hair, before you reach Hoseok and Jimin. 

Your best friends out of all of his brothers, you’re most like these two, another luminary deity that draws Jungkook in like a moth to a flame. It appears they shower you with compliments from where he sits eyeing you unabashedly, loving the way your cheeks seem to warm under their fawning and praise. He can’t wait to feel just how warm your skin is once he disrobes you of your gown, only to dress you in praises meant only for your ears. 

Ares and Namjoon are sitting at a back table, drinking wine but eyeing parchment rolls covered with small war trinkets. You stop briefly, but Ares shoos you away without looking up, and you happily oblige, feet light as they make their way towards Jungkook. Yoongi and Jin stop you, hugs and kisses traded in greeting before they take their leave to retrieve more nectar and wine. 

You rush the rest of the way to Jungkook, and without caring that Hephaestus is somewhere in this crowded room, you embrace him, practically falling into his lap from where he’s still laying on the plush divan.

“My love, you look delectable.”

Giggling, you peck his cheek right at the corner of his mouth.

“I hope I taste just as sweet.”

Eyes lowering, Jungkook’s desire is apparent. “Tempting me, my sweet?”

“Is it working?”

“Fuck—Please don’t tease me, my love.” Jungkook tucks his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the skin swiftly before he pulls away. The music changes, the fast paced melody dropping to a slower, seductive beat that’s hypnotic.

“Dance with me,” you playfully demand, and Jungkook stands.

“I’ll follow you wherever you lead me.”

Finding a small space amidst the crowded room, you wrap your arms around Jungkook’s neck as his own arms wind around your waist. He slots one of his thighs between yours, feeling the heat of your pussy where it rests against his skin. The panties you wear are just as sheer, and already your arousal is leaking. 

“You torture me, my love… I want to bask in your essence, steep myself in your warm cunt until I’m filling you, breeding you like the little goddess you are.”

You shiver, wondering who is torturing whom?

Your bodies sway to the rhythm, skin to skin, and the sexual tension in the room grows. Couples and groups all around you are sequestering off, limbs wrapping around each other as they gyrate and kiss, sucking skin and licking wine-infused sweat off of each other's bodies. Your thoughts are hazy with lust, and the one thing you want is in your grasp. 

“I need you, Jungkook…” Your voice mewls with desire, and he smirks down at your smaller frame in his hold. He doesn’t say a word, just leads you towards a marble archway out of the side of the festivities hall, and you don’t put up a fight.

Finally free of prying eyes and in his room, you push him down onto the bed. He bounces against the plush eggplant colored sheets, giggling as he pulls you with him. Rolling with your momentum so that you’re under him, he kisses your lips, tasting the wine from earlier. Wanting more of you, Jungkook trails his kisses lower as his hands slide up your translucent gown, tendrils of his long hair tickling your chest and tummy as he descends.

You stretch your arms up to take off the gown, noticing when your hands hit his mirrored headboard. You tell yourself to be careful, to try not to be too wild, but all thoughts leave your mind a moment later. Pressing his nose to your barely clothed mound, he inhales, groaning in ecstasy.

“Gods, you smell divine,” he mouths along your folds, and without wasting any time, tongues the tiny fabric aside to reach your slit. He trails the tip of his tongue from your clit to your entrance, feeling the way you clench around it when he dips inside of you.

“Fuck, Jungkook… you drive me insane.”

“Now you see how I’ve been feeling.” He grips the thin ribbons on your panties and unties them, freeing you from the confines of the material.

“Do I taste as good as I smell, my love?” you teasingly ask, hoping to goad him into action.

He responds with a hum of agreeance, one that you feel in your lower abdomen before you’re lost in the sensation of Jungkook’s mouth latching onto you. He wraps his muscular arms around your thighs, locking you into place so you can’t squirm away from his ministrations. Tongue tracing figure-eights across your clit, you tug at his hair in pleasure.

The heat begins to coil, toes curling at the sight of his doe-eyes watching you writhe beneath him. Swirling his tongue, he devotes time to tasting you, and soon the lewd sound of his devouring of your mons grows louder as you drip your juices into his mouth.

Your hands grip the sheets, seeking purchase to keep you grounded, and you grab for his hand still wrapped around your thigh. Entwining your fingers, he squeezes your much smaller hand, showcasing his love for you through physical touch. 

“Oh, gods,” you moan, widening your legs, “you f-feel glorious.” Moving one arm, he shifts his mouth to your clit, diving two fingers inside of your walls. Thrusting, you feel the way he wiggles his digits against the spongy nerves inside of you, and when his teeth graze your clit, nibbling in sync to his plunging fingers, you lose your mind.

Jungkook doesn’t stop, not even when you push at his head to lift him from your over-stimulated and swollen pussy, and he’s rewarded moments later when your walls flood his face, your succulent cum squirting to cover the lower portion of his heavenly face.

Panting, you can barely move, but you want him. Gripping his arms, you pull him up towards you, kissing his rosy lips, shimmering with the taste of you. Licking his pout clean, he feels his cock ache to be in you, but you’re too sensitive still. Picking up on his thoughts, you push him onto his back, kissing across his pecs until you travel down his torso. Tracing circles in the cuts of his abdomen, he lets loose musical moans that motivate your enthusiasm. Unclasping the golden skirt around his waist, you free his length.

“Please, my love—” he barely gets the words out before you’ve taken him fully, deepthroating his rigid cock until you’re gagging on it. He bucks his hips, seeking the feeling of you swallowing around his tip. Pulling back, you trail your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, wet muscle spreading his precum along the tip. He tenses in anticipation and you deep throat him again, eyes watering from his sheer size. His hands find your head, and he smoothes your hair down with loving strokes.

“Oh fuck. Your mouth is heavenly, don’t stop… Yes, my love, like that—I love how your small hands feel wrapped around my cock like that...”

Gripping your hair into two makeshift ponytails, Jungkook takes control of your movements, using your mouth like his own personal cocksleeve. You hollow your cheeks, spit drenching his groin as he fucks your face. Aware of his godly strength, he watches for your signal, and then pulls back to allow you to breathe before doing it once more. He doesn’t want to cum in your mouth; he wants to feel your slippery release coat him as he fucks his cum inside of you, so he pulls your mouth free of his staff with a loud pop.

The fucked out look on your face is indescribable—he can’t get enough of it. Putting you on your knees, he gently pushes your back so your chest is flush to the sheets, ass up. Jungkook kneads your plump ass cheeks, using his hands to spread them apart and see all of your intimate area. Your lips are swollen, and when he uses his fingers to part your folds the rosy walls are saturated. You jerk slightly, and he chuckles at your sensitivity. 

Running the head of his cock across your slit, he gathers your glaze along his shaft as he pumps himself a few times for good measure. 

“Gods, I can’t wait to fill this tiny cunt. It’s all mine, right, my love?” Jungkook asks, lost in the haze of passion.

“Yes, Jungkook, it’s yours. Only yours,” you promise, and under the moonbeams, you will it to be true.

He pushes himself into the hilt without warning, a wanton moan escaping loudly at his intrusion. Jungkook spanks your ass, making you pulse. You grip him, sucking his girth in deeper, and he pulls out to just the tip before he spanks you again, letting your walls naturally slurp him in deeper. 

Done with the teasing, he begins a punishing pace, claiming your body with every thunderous thrust, and you curse the gods and Jungkook the same for how intoxicating this feeling is. He takes your hair in his grasp and lifts your face so he can watch the different expressions change from the sensations you’re experiencing.

“I’m s-so close, my love...”

He knows you are before you say it, and he takes the chance to pull out of you long enough to switch positions. 

Sitting with his back against the mirror, he pulls you onto his lap, entering you easily thanks to how saturated you are. 

“You’re so tight—my goddess, you feel so good, can’t wait to breed you, want you full of my cum, want you plump with my creation—do you want that, love?”

You nod wildly, lost in the feel of him yet yearning for more. This angle is deeper, fuller, and you rock your hips back and forth in order to create friction on your clit as well. Jungkook’s lips capture yours in a lazy kiss, tongue moving languidly as he tastes you and feels you and hears those cute little moans and it’s all too much when you grip his cock as the heavens open up and you shatter—

He’s cumming along with you, his white wine spilling in spurts as he fills you like your goblet was filled to the brim, an overabundance of his seed he didn’t realize would coat your thighs as you continue to bounce on him, riding through your orgasm as you press your lips to his. 

He’s drunk on you, so in love and he knows that you’re who he wants to spend his life with… He doesn’t care to untangle your limbs, instead he shifts your bodies lower into the bed and pulls the light cover over the top of you both as you drift into a peaceful slumber. 

You’re ripped from the bed, still nude from the previous night's love-making, an angry Ares and Hephaestus yelling for Zeus and Hera. 

Jungkook yells back at Ares, angry at the way he flung you out of the bed, your body hitting the floor ungracefully. He shoves the god of war, pushing past him to kneel beside you, shielding you from the insults Hephaestus is hurling.

“Zeus and Hera are in the throne room. You can see them now.”

Jungkook grabs your gown, draping it over your body before standing to grab his own gold metal pteruge to wrap it around his waist. Offering you his hands, he pulls you up from the floor and into his body, kissing the top of your head before he moves to follow your scorned betrothed down the hall to your fate.

“Hephaestus was in search of her divine mate, as blessed be by Zeus, King of Gods, himself, when she found them, still intertwined from their traitorous lovemaking.” Ares’s voice is booming, the great hall is filled with deities of all levels watching the impromptu tribunal. “She came to me at once, her distress apparent across her face, and I followed her at once.”

“I want this adulterer to pay for the distress she causes me.” Hephaestus glares at where you stand, a small form still tucked into Jungkook’s side. 

“It’s dishonorable—irresponsible even, for gods to behave in such a way… I should kill him.” Ares continues his rant, threats of disembowelment and dismemberment aiming towards both you and Jungkook spewing from his frothing mouth.

Zeus raises his hand.

“Enough.”

The room quiets, and you hear mutterings as Zeus speaks to the Moirae, the three sisters of Fate, standing near his chair. 

You tremble in fear, knowing how fickle the gods can be, how hypocritical, how unforgiving. Being thrown to the Titans is your worst fear next to being eaten by a fellow god, likely to happen should you be thrown into Tartarus.

“Kneel.”

You and Jungkook both drop to your knees, and you bow your head in shame. He doesn’t let go of your hand though, because Jungkook doesn’t feel guilty for the love that the two of you share.

“Bring forth the adamantine sickle used to cut immortal flesh.”

The room around you gasps, breaking out into murmurs that range from delight to distress at what is about the transpire. A nymph appears a few moments later, a large, emerald colored scythe shaped weapon in it’s nimble hands. Zeus takes the weapon, standing before all of Mount Olympia.

“I have before me, two adulterers, promised not to one another, yet caught engaging in acts destined for those who are fated. You admit that you consummated an unsanctioned coupling?”

Jungkook steps forward. 

“I do. I love her. Phanessa is my only love. Eternally.”

Zeus laughs.

“Foolish son, even gods can be tamed. Even gods can be injured. Even gods can suffer mortal deaths.” Zeus eyes you where you still kneel respectfully. “Phanessa, the one who brings to light, goddess of the Mystics, you are hereby sentenced to death by the hand of your lover, Jungkook, god of fertility and wine.”

Gasps erupt for a second time, and you hear his brothers yelling in contempt.

“SILENCE!” Zeus roars, and the room instantly falls still. He thrusts the emerald blade at the god of wine, who takes the adamantine sickle.

Tears fall from your eyes, but you remain brave as he faces you in front of all of your peers.

“My love, I forgive you for this terrible deed forced upon you.” Your voice trembles, but your eye contact is steadfast. “I love you. You are my only love.”

You close your eyes, letting Jungkook know you are ready.

When the blow doesn’t come, you peer up at him, not ready to see the way his doe eyes shimmer with unshed tears.

“Son, strike her down, or I will smite you both.”

Hera clutches her hands to her chest, the fear of losing a son finally getting a reaction out of her. She reaches for Zeus, but he shakes her off.

“Kill her.”

Jungkook stares at you, full of amazement that even at death’s doorstep you were still so beautiful. He raises the blade, and you say softly that you love him one last time. Jungkook can’t bring himself to do it, and you start to panic, seeing Zeus grow angrier by the minute.

“Do it, Jungkook.”

“I can’t kill you, I love you too much.”

“You must, Jungkook.”

“I can’t. Not to you, not like this. I just got you...”

“Please, my love… I can’t let you die too. Do it!” 

Jungkook swings the blade at you, but it never makes contact. The room around you bursts into light—you illuminate a brilliant light with hints of purple and your body levitates off of the cold marbled floor. Jungkook drops the sickle in shock, feeling a strange thrumming in his chest as he watches you. You’re the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen.

The Moirae are pointing at you and Jungkook, and he looks around to see a string of lavender light stretching from himself to your glowing body. Speaking loudly in their rhyming way, the entire hall listens with bated breath for an explanation. 

“Glowing is the string of fate, he cannot kill his one true mate.”

“Forever they are destined to last. This is the future, the present, the past.”

“Never to separate, a couple they’ll be. The goddess brings light and god of the free.”

The prophecy recited, your light fades and your body returns slowly to the ground. Jungkook rushes to you, rousing you awake as he lifts your small body to his larger frame.

Zeus and Hera speak urgently with the Moirae, who shake their heads in sync. Hera sighs in relief, but Zeus looks upset with what he’s heard. Itching to take his anger out on someone, he sets his sights on Hephaestus, who is loudly yelling about the unfairness. Zeus, feeling embarrassment due to Hephaestus and Ares' pleas for a public sentencing, casts Hephaestus out of Olympia. Ares, useful to Zeus for war, merely faces humiliation at the loss of his promised partner, and seeks to remain unbound. 

You and Jungkook are given the freedom to wed in the spring. A beautiful wedding, with vines and faerie nymph lights, the gods all rejoice when you throw a festive party to celebrate with your fellow gods your union, and it wouldn’t be a true Dionysian party without wine, music, and a testing of your fertility. 

“Until the sun comes up, where the party at? Until we fall asleep, where the party at?... And we’re born again.” 

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—Movie Night (M) kth & pjm

[commissioned by @mrsparkjimin18​]

⟢ pairing:  taehyung x reader x jimin

⟢ word count: 1k

⟢ genre + warnings: bff’s to lovers, mmf-threesome, nsfw 18+, explicit smut actions in the form of kissing, teasing, fondling, unprotected just the tip, cockTIP-warming

⟢ summary: Your best friends have never reacted to your purposeful wardrobe choices for weekly movie night, due to Jimin’s fear of ruining the friend group, until Taehyung takes matters into his own hands.

⟢ an: thank you theresa for this commission! this idea sparked my creativity and i enjoyed writing every single moment of it 🥵

Sitting in the living room, the light flashing from the movie on the screen is only slightly more distracting than the way that Jimin and Taehyung keep staring at you. It’s your weekly movie night with the two roommates—your close friends since you moved into the same complex as them a couple years ago—and you were excited to show them the new Ikea sofa bed you purchased. 

While they’ve always acted weird at times, the typical guy behavior when you would (purposefully) wear short sleep shorts and bend over a little too close to them or whatnot, tonight you can feel their eyes burning into you for doing much of nothing.

“Okay, what’s going on? You both haven’t watched the last 15 minutes of the movie.”

Jimin and Tae both scramble to face the screen, acting as if you hadn’t just caught them looking at you. Tae nudges Jimin with his elbow and you squint your eyes in a glare at the two of them.

“Min, Tae, what is going on?” You raise the remote, pausing the movie on the screen to watch as the two men turn to look at each other, nonverbally speaking to each other. 

You’re about to yell at them again when Taehyung takes a deep breath and turns toward you.

“Do you always have to wear those shorts?”

You look down at your outfit: spaghetti straps and rolled soffe shorts. 

“Um, I mean, I can change..?” you say, a little hurt that they’re busy judging your clothes negatively. You get up and walk to your bedroom, a little disheartened. While browsing your pajama options, back in the living room Jimin buries his face with his hands. 

“Tae, why did you say that? She thinks we don’t like her now!” His voice is muffled, full of distress.

“Well if you weren’t such a coward, and just told her that you like her—”

“You like her too, dummy! Why would I mess up our friend group?”

“Who says it would mess it up? You know what? Fuck it.”

Jimin panics as he watches Tae walk to your room, where you’re still debating between long pajama pants or your unicorn onesie.  

“Hey. Look, I didn’t mean it like that.”

You jump at the low register of Tae’s voice, not expecting it to be so close behind you.

“I didn’t realize my shorts bothered you guys. I’ll make sure to be more covered up for future movie nights.”

“Babe,” you freeze as you feel Tae’s arms wrap around your waist, his hands grasping yours gently as his voice lowers, “I meant why do you torture us by wearing so little. You tease us with such an untouchable, beautiful view...” Taehyung noses your neck and you shiver, holding back most of the moan he creates. He hears the small part you're unable to quiet.

“Oh.” Tae’s brain connects the dots. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You nod, leaning your head back on his shoulder while his hands move up your sides and cupping your breasts before his lithe fingers take them in handfuls. You hear his breath shake while he feels you up, heart pounding against your back. 

“So the little shorts worked?”

“Worked? Do you know how many nights Jimin and I went across the hall after these movie nights, frustrated and angry at you for teasing us?” he questions you with a rough whisper.

“Jimin too?”

“There’s no way,” Tae kisses your neck with a pause, “that you don’t know,” another kiss, “how badly Jimin wants you.”

“He does?” you practically moan out as his hands apply pressure to pull you deeper into his embrace—as if that was possible—and you feel his cock throb where it's pressing against the part between your cheeks.

“Mmhhm, he does, baby.” Tae’s left hand trails down your shorts to push them to the ground, revealing your bare core. Two fingers move to rest on either side of your slit, teasing you, and you shut your eyes in a silent plea. “Do you want him to join us?”

Your brain, hazy with lust, makes you agree. Imagining the two people you were most attracted to giving you all the attention you desire was your ultimate fantasy. With a nod yes, you were about to make it come true.

“Let’s go break in that new sofa bed.”

Taehyung releases you from his grip and the sudden loss of his warmth and caresses makes you whine as you open your eyes.

“What a cute pout… Gonna fuck it right off your face.”

You stomp out to the living room, arms crossed as you approach Jimin who’s sitting on the sofa bed looking worriedly at his phone. Now that you know how Jimin feels thanks to Tae spilling their secret, you feel confident climbing onto the sofa and mounting Jimin. 

Straddling him, you almost laugh at his shocked face when you take his cheeks into your palms and bring your lips to his—they’re just as soft as you imagined they would be. Jimin wastes no time tossing his phone to grab your hips and you roll them against the covered length pushing against his grey sweatpants. 

You feel the couch dip when Taehyung kneels behind you, mimicking your pose but without sitting down on Jimin’s calves, his hands skating over your shoulders to drop your straps down your arms. As you continue to kiss Jimin, rocking your hips, Tae’s tongue traces lazy wet circles on your neck while his hands find purchase on your breasts again, this time without any barrier.

Jimin’s fingers scramble to pull down his sweatpants, and you jolt as your clit and dripping cunt meet the smooth skin of his cock, sliding easily now without clothing. His moan is musical as you speed up your hips and Tae pulls one from you as well when he bites your neck and pinches your nipples simultaneously. 

“You sure about this, angel? Cause I really want to bury myself inside of you.” Jimin mumbles against your lips, and you smile into the kiss in response. 

Lifting your hips, you answer by positioning him at your entrance and sinking down onto the tip, stopping when the cusp of the flare tip is inside of you. Taehyung feels your body shift, so he reaches his fingers down to circle your clit. 

“I’ve wanted a movie night to end like this for months now,” you say, panting, “I’ve never been more sure.”

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masterlist

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↣ last updated: Joonie’s Bday 9.12.23 @ 11:50 PM EST

     ↳ 2023 story updates posted with most recent at top:

❀ —in good hands | jjk (m)

streamer!jungkook x female!reader —camboy!au

❀ —socks | jjk (pg-13) B-DAY DRABBLE

jungkook x reader—slice of life, established relationship, fluff

❀ —i kiss your waist and ease your mind [6/7] | jjk (m)

nurse!jungkook x teacher!reader— non-idol au, brother's friend au; (9.4.2023)

—seven days masterlist 

❀ —grey area: avoiding the red | ksj (m)

CFO!seokjin x senior accounting manager!reader— CEO!au; (7.14.2023)

❀ college nights; diner fights | jjk (m)

waiter!jungkook x waitress!reader— diner!au; (6.29.2023)

❀ burning love | jhs (m)

firefighter!hobi X firefighter!reader— firefighter!au; (2.20.2023)

❀ a wager of lords & love | myg (m)

noble!yoongi x noble!reader — regency!au; (2.15.2023)

❀ cinema | kth (m) [3/3] series COMPLETE

taehyung x reader — camboy!au; (1.01.2023)

    ↳ All of my fics written in 2022 can be found HERE    

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      ↳ thank you all for reading! this is the busiest time of year for me at work, but i am actively writing the CEO series currently! members newest stories may not be under their name, but listed above! i will try and update the members lists as soon as I am able!  

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The CEO Series Masterlist

↣ JinHit Conglomerate, a booming corporation under new CEO Kim Namjoon. New employees, divisions, and issues keep this company not only in the news, but on its toes.

This is a 7 Shot Series, where each BTS Member has his own story that intertwines with the main plot of Namjoon and Seokjin taking over as CEO and CFO of their families company. The other members all work for the company or have ties to the company in some way.

current wc: 87.1k

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✩ - completed  ထ - in progress 

↳ Business Attire | Taehyung ✩  wc: 10.5k

Regional Manager Kim TaeHyung works at JinHit Conglomerate, under CEO Kim Namjoon. You, his assistant, are new and bumbling and your mistakes, as well as your skirts, are driving him crazy OR the one where Taehyung can’t survive without getting you out of your skirt

↳ Devious Ethics | Namjoon ✩  wc: 11k

CEO Kim Namjoon is the new head of JinHit. You, a tree-hugging environmentalist, want to stop JinHit’s new project OR the one where Namjoon fucks you for hurting his rep but also for helping save the trees #namu

↳ Competitive Advantage | Yoongi ✩  wc: 13k

Min Yoongi is the head lawyer for JinHit Conglomerate. You, the best friend of the tree-hugging environmentalist, who is a recently graduated environmental lawyer who gets hired to help plan the non profit for Namjoon to surprise your friend, you have to work with Yoongi, who you think is a dick OR the one where Yoongi wants to throw the book at you. And by book, he means his dick.

↳ Client-Centered | Hoseok ✩   wc: 25.4k

When JinHit board-member & ½ of the resident playboy team Jung Hoseok is finally forced to settle down, you don’t expect to be the one he’s matched with. As the heir to a cosmetics company, you have a lot riding on your ability to operate a business and a husband that’s tied to JinHit can only help… Unless he’s not the CEO type you hope for him to be. With the threat of your company going bankrupt, an arranged marriage to announce, and emotional baggage to unpack, you’ll be lucky to deliver client-centered results.

↳ Grey Area: Avoiding the Red | Seokjin ✩   wc: 27.6k | NEW!!!

Recently inducted CFO Kim Seokjin is the head of finances at JinHit Conglomerate after his father retires. You, the senior accounting manager for the company, begin to stomp around in your heels complaining about areas that need mitigating for the business to continue to run smoothly after a meeting gone wrong. When Seokjin makes a bet with you to see if the two of you can hide a romantic relationship from work peers, several things are revealed OR The one where Seokjin wants to get you only in your heels.

posted: 7-14-2023 @ 3:30 am

↳ Decrypting the Spyware | Jungkook ထ

JK coming soon; in progress

↳ Rebranding the Asset: The Next Generation | Jimin ထ

JM coming soon; outlined

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You had sent him to clean the veggies for lunch, and as you watched from the window as he wet the bean sprouts with the hose, you couldn’t stop looking at his hands.

The way he moved them so regal like, firm movements with a gentle touch…

When he walked back in, he dropped the bean sprouts in surprise, small white veggies scattered on the counter as he caught sight of your naked body seated on the dining room table, legs spread as you rested your feet on the chairs on either side of you.

Licking his lips at the view, he stalked across the room, one hand gripping your exposed neck with the firm gentleness while his other hand immediately cupped your center.

“Fuck babe...” Taehyung leaned in, his nose nuzzling yours as his lips brushed along your parted pout, “you really want me to lose this bet huh?”

His fingers glided along your slit easily; you’d been wet for hours, clit throbbing to be touched.

“I want to feel you, want you to touch me...”

The stupid bet of not being the first couple to give in to sex on this trip was dumb.

You wanted your man, and you could careless about the stupid bet. Your phone pinged, and you see a notification that a BTS member has gone live. You and Tae look at the screen and you reached for it, opening the app as Tae continued to rub you.

The sound of one of your best friends being fingered by Jungkook excited you more, and Tae’s dainty fingers tighten at your throat.

“Shit, that cheater...”

Tae’s eyes were hypnotic as he finally gave you 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨...

You arched your back as his index & middle finger slipped inside your walls, the velvet grip causing his cock to stir. You’re just 𝘴𝘰 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢, 𝘴𝘰 𝙬𝙚𝙩...

Positioning his other hand to your hair, he tilts your head to expose your neck & begins to claim you as you moan his name.

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— competitive advantage | myg

⚖️ pairing: lawyer!yoongi x lawyer!reader ⚖️ au/genre: CEO au, enemies 2 lovers, fluff, angst, smut ⚖️ rating: M ⚖️  wc: 12,538 ⚖️  warnings: slowburn, enemies to lover, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, fingering, slight nipple play, shower sex, angst, fluff, smut ⚖️  an: previously written a few years ago, I have since gone back and edited the story so that it was all in the correct tense, and made some very minor changes, but nothing that would change the plot or impact the next stories! I just love this series, and have become a better writer since starting. ⚖️  summary: Min Yoongi is the General Counsel (head lawyer) for JinHit Conglomerate. You, the best friend of the tree-hugging environmentalist and a recently graduated environmental lawyer, get hired to help plan the non profit for Namjoon to surprise your friend. You have to work with Yoongi, who you think is a dick OR The one where Yoongi wants to throw the book at you. And by book, I mean his dick.

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Readjusting your shirt, you tug at the collar trying to cool down. The summer heat is starting to pick up, and despite your complaints of it being a Saturday, you’re happy you don’t have to dress up for this meeting. You hear the low ping of your phone in the back pocket of your shorts and ignore what you know is a message from your best friend, Khaity. 

The hardest thing for you to do is to keep a secret. You’re not the type of person who likes being dishonest. Keeping secrets feels like a cloak suffocating you day by day until you’re pulling at the ties at your throat to undo the cloak’s grip and finally take a deep breath…

“Can you do that for me?” Kim Namjoon’s handsome face refocuses in your eyesight, and you nod, though your face says otherwise. 

“It would mean the world to her, and she deserves so much more than that.”

You sigh, your heart clenching because you are lowkey jealous with how perfect your best friend’s relationship with JinHit Conglomerate CEO Kim Namjoon is. 

“I’ll do it. Just tell me when and where and I’ll do it.”

You walk into JinHit Conglomerate, following directions from the text sent by your best friend’s newest boyfriend, thanks to you. You knew exactly what you were doing when you yelled at them as you left the restaurant, calling Khaity his girlfriend. You’ve had a penchant for playing cupid since you were younger and it hasn’t faded as you’ve aged. You mumble to yourself as you read the directions that tell you to take the elevator up to the executive hallway and head to room number 613. Apparently, everything you need to get started is up there. 

“On a fucking Saturday though?” you groan aloud, still slightly annoyed that you’re wasting the beautiful day on this. You aren’t even an official employee yet.

You grasp the handle of the opaque door, opening it and freezing when you spot a blond haired man typing away on his iPad. He stops mid type, barely tilting his head to look in your direction with a snide lip curl before turning back to his iced americano and Apple product. With the glare from the sun coming through behind him, you can barely see more than the halo bouncing off his silky locks.

“You’re late.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the rude man. You wonder to yourself briefly if this is the mean one that your best friend told you about. Biting your tongue, you walk fully into the meeting room and take a seat across from the angry little blond man.

“Now that you’re finally here, we can get started so that we can get back to enjoying our weekends.” He sets down his iPad and turns to the stack of papers to his left. “Now, you’re being onboarded really fast, because we need to get this part of the company up and rolling. We have the media breathing down our necks to produce something they can write about, and Namjoon wants to get everything perfect for his—well whatever she is.”

“His girlfriend.”

“His current fuck.”

You feel your face getting hot. You may be short, but your temper is shorter. 

“You’re a dick.”

“More like an ass, but I’ll take it.”

You sit back, fuming, hating the way he has a comeback for everything you say. You decide to play nice so you can leave faster. Gritting your teeth into the fakest smile you can muster, you scoot your chair in closer to the table and take a deep breath before introducing yourself.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I am excited to be here to work with you on this environmental division of JinHit.”

“Min Yoongi.”

He finally makes eye contact with you, allowing you full access to his face, and you feel your mouth dry out as the moistness relocates elsewhere.

Holy fuck! He’s the hottest dick you’ve ever had the pleasure of spending your Saturday with. His piercing cat eyes hold you immobile, and you temporarily forget why you’re sitting at the table. Caught staring, Yoongi’s eyes are like a hawk on you, and while you’d never admit it, he actually stuns you with how handsome the fucker is.

“As I was saying, we’re onboarding you fast. Environmental law is not my forte, but as the head lawyer for JinHit, you still fall under me. Welcome to your first day. I’m your new boss.”

You turn your head to the side.

“Namjoon didn’t mention any of this to me.”

He smiles then, revealing a gummy smile that you notice changes his whole demeanor.

“Caught me. Technically, your first day is Monday, so I guess I’m only your boss until then, but that’s besides the point. Everything is pretty straightforward from what I can see. You need to complete all the onboarding modules on this checklist when you come in on Monday. This covers all of the rules and regulations of the company, sexual harassment, active shooter situations, all the boring videos for compliance and information safety.”

He slides a folder towards you, placing the checklist on top of it.

“Once you’ve completed that, you’ll need to familiarize yourself with the AECEN agreement,” he places a thick document on your checklist. “You’ll be making sure that all of the practices within the conglomeration follow the rules, and create a plan to present to your friend once we get this up and running. I doubt we will need much law stuff going on after that. Honestly, it will probably be the two of you running the non-profit side making sure that everything goes smoothly.”

“Namjoon mentioned that I need to keep this a secret. How do I do that when she’s gonna be working here too?”

Yoongi shuffles the papers he has, reordering them before placing them on top of the document.

“Read through these and make sure to sign where all the colored flags are. These are your papers for employment, and as for your duties, your hours are a little… different. You’ll start work at 10. You’ll also be working in my office, as we currently don’t have an office for you, and I have ample space. Namjoon had a desk brought in yesterday.”

“Okay…so I arrive at 10, but what’s to stop Khaity from seeing me?”

“No one comes into my office unless I give them permission. Ever. We happen to have a separate entry to the floor. There’s another set of elevators that runs from the parking garage up to the executive floor stairwell. You’ll enter and exit through there, so there is virtually no way that you would run into her. The stairwell is closest to my office, so as long as you’re smart, you have nothing to worry about.”

You nod as you flip through the papers, signing at all the designated spots, hoping to be done as soon as possible. Yoongi collects your ID from you to make a copy for the employee file and gathers all of your signed papers once you’re done. He stands up, gathering his iPad and small briefcase that contain your signed documents, and heads for the door. You grab your folder and follow Yoongi. Your tour of the office is officially beginning. He leads you down the hallway, passing the CEO office and other C-Suite employees, then around the corner from the way you initially had come in from. You see the door to the stairwell ahead and read the plaque on the door ‘Min Yoongi, General Counsel’.  He types his code into the keypad on his door and enters the room once the light on the pad turns green. You follow him in. 

The room is spacious with a brilliant view.You barely notice Yoongi staring at you as you walk towards the view, awestruck by the floor length windows as you look down at the city below. 

“You can place your things on the desk. I need you to choose a code to the door for your use. The code will be programmed to only work during the hours you are here. It also will log every time you enter the office.”  

There’s so much information that Yoongi keeps throwing at you. You blink up at him, mesmerized by more than just the view from his office. 

“Umm, I guess 0613?” You don’t know what to choose, and since you’d repeated the room number to the conference room so many times as a mantra while riding up the elevator, it stuck in your head. You figure throwing on a 0 at the front will be easy enough to remember.

“Okay. Interesting choice,” he says, sending a text with your code.

“Why is that?” 

“No reason. Anyways,” he looks up from his phone, sliding it into his pocket as he moved to open the briefcase and remove your papers.

“This is the office. You’ll report here at 10 AM sharp. Use the stairwell entrance. I suggest riding it today to see where it will let you out, so you know where to go on Monday.”

You nod, already having planned to do that. 

“Well, this is all we needed to do,” Yoongi places his sunglasses onto his face, covering his deep brown cat eyes, “and I’m ready to leave.”

You scramble to follow him. Riding the elevator in silence, you think that working with the guy might not be so bad. After you reach the parking garage, he exits the elevator, raising one eyebrow behind the shades.

“Make sure you wear more appropriate clothes on Monday, ass cheeks aren’t the correct attire for the workplace, Y/n.”

You whip your eyes to his face, taken aback. Your shorts are short, but not that short…at least not to you. 

“Staring at my ass already? Need I remind you about the sexual harassment training?”

“I wasn’t looking at you sexually in the slightest. I’ve had the training already. And trust me, if I was coming on to you, you would know.”

With that, he climbs into his luxury vehicle and shuts the door, ending communication.

“Fucking asshole,” you mutter, walking towards the sidewalk out of the garage and heading home.

That was 3 months ago.

Not much has changed. Min Yoongi is still the bane of your existence, always persecuting you over non consequential matters like clicking your pen too loudly, tapping your fingers on the desk, or, god forbid, your office chair squeaking.

“Y/N, did you email maintenance about that goddamn squeak yet?” Yoongi looks up at you and glares. 

“Yes, I did.” You roll your eyes and purposely shift in the seat so it would squeak again.

Why you’re still sharing an office you have no idea; you thought Namjoon would have had plenty of space to give you your own office, but now that he’s revealed NAMU to your best friend, you’ve been busier than ever. You barely have time to volunteer at the animal shelter like you used to. 

Animals are sort of your thing. So of course, when Hana, the sweet assistant to Kim Taehyung and one of your newfound friends in the building, approaches you about watching her dog, you gladly agree.

“Thank you so much again, Y/N! I’m, uh, going on a week and a half long trip to Daegu, meeting my boyfriend’s parents and all…So I really appreciate it.”

You met with her at the basketball court during the lunch break, where she brought her bosses sports duffel bag down.

“Honestly, it’s no issue, you know I love animals. And you said he’s a small dog?” you reply, eyes alight with joy. 

“Yes, TanTan is a pomeranian, he’s super smart and really low maintenance. As you know, we’re heading out tonight, and we’ll be back next Friday. Here’s the key to the apartment and I left a list of the tasks on the counter, and it’s totally cool if you crash there until we get back, you’re seriously welcome too, I doubt my boyfriend will care,” Hana smiles brightly at you, “also, it’s really close to the office, so you could walk here every day.”

Oh yea, this is definitely going to be a fun week. Especially because of Chuseok. The Korean Thanksgiving Holiday falls on a Thursday, with many offices closing down the day before and after so people can travel to visit their family all over the country. Not you though. You’ll be staying in the city through the weekend with Tannie, returning to work after the holiday weekend.

With how the calendar falls, the CEO decides to move the “dress down” Friday for the month to the Friday after the Chuseok holiday weekend, making it a half-work day. The boys will be playing basketball as usual, and Namjoon decides to have some fun activities planned for the afternoon that are open to family members as well. 

The flyers posted everywhere make it seem like a mini carnival or fair, similar to a ‘bring your kids to work’ day, but on crack. Bounce houses, fair foods, games and prizes…it’s a great way to show his gratitude towards the workers and promote positive feelings about the workplace. Namjoon is doing a great job as CEO, which you constantly tell your best friend, who’s dating him. 

“So when do I get to meet your boyfriend?” You ask, wondering about staying in their place without knowing him.

She squirms, a look of uncertainty crossing her face. 

“Um, maybe when we get back from the trip…I don’t want to jinx it by introducing him to everyone if his parents end up hating me.”

You nod, eyes looking to the court. You watch as some of the guys on the court shoot the ball around. A part of you wants to go out on the court; you used to play and would love to shoot around. 

“How is it that the shortest one on the court is the only one who has a decent shot?”

You look over at your companion as she giggles.

“I mean, the ‘bunny smile’ one isn’t too bad at shooting, he’s athletically built, but no technical skill at the sport.” You continue, not willing to admit that your arch nemesis is actually good at basketball. The two of you watch them play a short pick up game, laughing as they dribble, pass, and shoot the ball. 

“You and Yoongi-oppa should get along, honestly, you guys are so similar.” Hana speaks up a few minutes later.

“Yoongi-oppa? How close are you two?” 

“Oh! He’s uh, like an older brother to me,” she answers dismissively, “Oh! Look, I think they’re done now… Come on.” 

You both head down towards the court, taking note at the end of the lunch hour approaching. To your surprise, the group of sweaty basketball playing higher-ups head over to you and your companion.

“Wow, you guys did so good!” she gushes, making eyes at her boss. He smiles back at her and turns to you. 

“And what did you think?” he asks, an easy smile filling his face.

“Ah, you guys did well, I’m surprised by some of the skills I saw on the court, to be honest.”

“Really? What do you know about basketball?” Of course, a certain blond headed coworker of yours intercepts your comment.

“Actually, I know quite a bit. I played practically my whole life growing up until I went to college.”

“Wow Yoongi, your office mate is also a ball player. Imagine that.” Jungkook says, looking you up and down appreciatively.

Yoongi quirks his head to the side, eyeing you with interest, but doesn’t add anything more to the conversation. At that moment, Namjoon addresses you and Hana.

“Thanks for watching me attempt to play! One day I swear I will make a 3-pointer shot!” 

You wave goodbye to everyone, thanking your boss/best friend’s boyfriend as you pass the group of men to head back to your office. Waiting for the time to come when you’ll be done for the day, you take the elevator up, going through your mental checklist of things to pack once you arrive back at your apartment.

Dog-sitting is the perfect excuse for not going home for Chuseok this weekend. Avoiding the ex-fiance, your parents, and their friends, who’ll undoubtedly be nosey and ask questions, is an added bonus. You’ll miss the food and the gathering with your cousins, but you decide to go home for the next holiday, and spend this one thinking about how you can effectively answer all the prying questions from your family at that time.

Throwing several outfits into your small suitcase along with toiletries, a small blanket, your pillow, and some of your electronics for staying entertained, you’re soon ready to spend the weekend and following week at your coworker’s house. 

You arrive at the apartment close to the time you usually would get home from work, and you fish the key from your small satchel so you can scan the attached tag to walk through the glass doors of the lobby. You take in the air of what it’d be like to be wealthy enough to afford such a nice place. You approach the back wall, signaling the elevator; once you make it to the hallway of the floor of the apartment, you use that same keycard thing to unlock the door. Greeting you once you enter the apartment is a fluffy black and golden dog, who approaches you and sniffs around your feet before jumping up on your legs. 

“Oh, my God, you are just so adorable!” you squeal, kneeling in the doorway to pet Yeontan. He’s the cutest pup you’ve seen lately, and you’re ready to spend the weekend cuddling him and forgetting about...him. Yeontan runs over towards a set of small dog bowls that are placed in a cute holder by the kitchen island. You finally enter the apartment fully, letting the door close once you move your suitcase in behind you. Looking at the counter, you see a notepad with a message that outlines the information for your stay as well as managing Yeontan written on it.

Grabbing the note, you take it with you as you wheel farther into the apartment. The view from here is amazing, you notice it as you leave your suitcase in the middle of the living room and approach the large glass windows that provide you with a birds eye view of Seoul spread out below you. A bark from behind you reminds you of your tasks. Walking to Yeontan, you see his water bowl is empty as well as the food bowl. Checking the clock, you see it’s still a few hours till his dinner time, so you grab the water filtered pitcher from the fridge (It has a TV in it?!) and pour water for the pup, who begins to lap at the water. 

You had noticed a sticky note on the cabinet by the fridge earlier when you came in, and as you approach it, you saw the same handwriting from your friend stating this is where Yeontan’s food is located. You leave it there as a good reminder, and then make your way down the hallway. You can see three doors, but it appears this is the end of the post-it note messages. Opening the doors slowly, you find a guest bedroom that doubles as an office space, a bathroom, and the master bedroom. You decide to stay in the guest bedroom, rolling your suitcase to the closet and begin setting your belongings up for your stay. 

It’s close to 7 by the time you’re done organizing your clothes in the closet and putting your toiletries in the bathroom. By this point you’re ready to start working on dinner. Despite the food being available to you, you feel like going out to get some groceries, so you take note of what they already have in the fridge before you scoop food into Yeontan’s bowl. Watching as he scampers across the floor, his nails click along the tile before he dives into the bowl of food. 

Chuckling at his cuteness, you head down the 18 flights back to the real world to gather some groceries.

After what feels like an hour of shopping, you arrive back at the apartment, confused slightly by the lights you thought you’d left on, now being turned off. You flip the light to the kitchen, illuminating the room, and see Yeontan laying curled up on a small bed by the couch. He glances at you before putting his head back down and resuming his slumber. You set the groceries on the island, wincing when a jar of spaghetti sauce rolls off the edge and hits the floor. Luckily, it’s plastic, not the glass kind, and you stoop down by Yeontan’s full food and drink bowls to grab it. 

You’re about to stand, when the sight before you registers in your brain. A full bowl of food? You had watched Yeontan devour half of the bowl before you even left to get food. How is it full?

The sound of feet shuffling startles you and you turn too quickly, falling onto your ass with a forced exhale as a very confused and very sleepy looking Min Yoongi walks from the hallway into the open area of the common space.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Yoongi’s voice is raspy with sleep and laced with confusion. There’s no harshness in his question, but the words still stung all the same. Those words sent your mind racing back to the last time you had heard those words, when he had said them to you. You had stopped by during lunch to surprise your then-fiance with a meal from his favorite restaurant. Instead, you caught him getting a friendly office blowjob from his co-worker. You get sucked into the memory and can’t shake it until you see Yoongi waving his hand in your face, where he’s squatting down to check on you.

“Hey, Y/N? Why are you here?”

“I’m literally watching Yeontan for my friend.”

“What? Why would Taehyungie ask you to watch Yeontan when he just asked me to do it yesterday?”

“Tae—? Taehyungie? I’m watching Yeontan for—” 

It hits you. The heart-eyed stares, the way she squirmed from your questions, and of course, her calling Yoongi ‘oppa’.

“Hana’s dating her boss?!” You shake your head, laughing at the situation you’ve pieced together. “Oh, my God, no wonder she wouldn’t let me meet her boyfriend yet..”

“Wait? You didn’t know that Tae—and his assistant?” Yoongi asks, and you shake your head no.

“So, she asked you to watch Tannie and Tae asked me to watch him too.” Yoongi correctly deduces, and you nod.

“Wow, this is the quietest I’ve seen your ass.” Yoongi says, standing back from his crouch and offering you his hand.

“You’ve got to stop looking at my ass, Yoongi, I’m starting to think I need to go talk to HR.” You grip his hand and he pulls you up forcefully, and you stumble forward into his firm body. You’re taken aback—Yoongi didn’t strike you as being so solid. You often joked that he’s so scrawny you could blow him away like a dandelion, but that doesn’t seem so true anymore.

“Listen, sweetness, thanks for taking care of Tannie, but you can go now. I’ve got it handled here.” He let’s go of your hand, which you hadn’t noticed he was still holding until you lost the contact. “And like I told you before. Your small ass isn’t even on my radar.”

He turns away and begins to head back towards the hallway, his arm coming up to ruffle his hair as he yawns.

“I’m staying here Yoongi.”

He pauses, his back tense before he turns around to face you.

“I promised to watch after Yeontan. That’s what I’m gonna do. You can head on home though.” You smile a saccharine sweet smile as you begin to put away the groceries you’d neglected since Yoongi had scared you. 

“I’m staying, princess.” His voice is gruff with firmness, but also something else you couldn’t identify.

“Well, I guess we’re gonna be dog parents together for the next week and a half.”

“Just can’t stay away from me, can you?” Yoongi mutters as he disappears back down the hall, and it isn’t until you’re done prepping your meal that you realize there’s only one guest bedroom.

Luckily for you, or for Yoongi in your mind, he’s taken Taehyung’s master bedroom to sleep in. You examine the guest room a little closer once you finish eating, and see that the photos on the desk and bookcase are indeed of Taehyung and your other co-workers and boss. 

Yoongi looks extremely happy in the photos, a big smile that makes his cat eyes disappear. Someone (not you, though) might even say he looks attractive enough to ask out on a date, if they didn’t know the personality behind that gummy smile and beautiful head of angelic blond hair and athletic build from playing basketball… 

You climb into bed that night after awkwardly avoiding Yoongi as you do your nightly routine, crossing from the bedroom to the bathroom to shower, brush your teeth, and complete your skincare routine. Pulling up a specific contact, you change her name before opening the text thread and you shoot a message full of question marks and emojis. It didn’t take her long to reply.

You roll your eyes, setting down your phone before you turn over in the bed and drift off to sleep.

The rest of the holiday weekend is spent awkwardly trying to find the balance between sharing this space with Yoongi, whom you already spend an ungodly amount of time with at work, and trying to ignore the constant messages from your family that start to pour in Thursday afternoon about missing Chuseok. 

The two of you work out a rotating schedule in order to divide up the tasks to take care of Tannie, and offer each other food when you would catch each other at the condo at meal times. You typically ate separately, except on Chuseok Thursday, eating in the living room and watching some cheesy rom-com on TV. As the weekend progresses, you’d chat with each other more often, but never for too long, preferring to do your own solo activities while in the living room together. 

Sunday evening, when you think all of the guilt messages have all finally finished rolling in, what with everyone finally heading back to resume their everyday lives, your cousin uploads a video to her Instagram story and tags you in it.

You’re sitting on the couch, mindlessly petting Tannie when the notification appears, so you don’t even hesitate to swipe open the app. Instantly the sounds of your loud ass family blare through the phone’s speakers and into the quiet of Taehyung’s condo. The video pans around the living room, your family members and ex-fiance sat around eating and playing Mahjong—wait, what the ever living fuck is SooHyun doing at your parents house?! 

Your eyes rove to the caption your cousin attached to the post. “Missing @yninsta this Chuseok, but your fiance @SooHyun brought the wine you promised to bring. Sad you couldn’t make it!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Your yell startles Yeontan, who jumps down from the couch and runs to his plush dog bed. Standing abruptly from the couch, you stalk off to the room you’re staying in, fingers already furiously tapping through your contacts.

“Hey baby, I’ve missed you.”

His voice, playful and sweet is like daggers to your heart. You swallow, gathering yourself before laying into him.

“Why the fuck were you at my parent’s house for Chuseok? We broke up! Why are my cousins still calling you my fiance? SooHyun, I swear—”

He cuts you off, his voice pleading.

“Baby, I promise you, it didn’t mean anything! If anything, it made me realize how much I love you. Please don’t be mad at me anymore. Come home.”

“Are you—You seriously just—I can’t believe—SooHyun you arrogant bastard! You cheated on me with your coworker and you actually think that I would come back to you? Do you think that I hate myself that much?”

The saccharine sweetness of his voice fades, turning to venom in an instant.

“Who else is going to want to be with your pathetic ass? Huh, Y/N? You’re lucky that I even want to get back with you, after you tried to humiliate me in front of our families by not showing up for the holiday. I told you she didn’t mean anything. Stop being difficult. Come home. I won’t ask you again.”

“Never.” Your voice is quiet, the threat of tears causing you to struggle to say more than a few words, but you won’t ever back down. You’ll never give in again to this asshole. 

“Please, if you EVER loved me, delete my number, forget about my family, and let me go.”

“Good luck trying to find someone else who will love you. Can’t believe I wasted my time on you.”

The dial tone emitting its hang up through your phone is both the knife to your heart and the weight lifted off of it. The conversation lasted all of 5 minutes, if that, and yet you feel so emotionally drained. Shuffling to the kitchen, you grab your favorite dessert out of the freezer, breaded fish ice cream filled with vanilla and red beans, shucking the wrapper in the garbage pail before returning to the room. 

Whenever you’re stressed out, you can’t help but indulge in sweets, to soothe the bitter taste left in your mouth. You aren’t sure if one ice cream will be enough. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, tears fall freely as you finally erase the last of SooHyun from your life. Swiping through your camera roll, you select over 2 years worth of memories with him. Picture after picture that made you remember what you had thought were great times, genuine love between the two of you, a promise of what the future could be. And with one press of the soft padding on your thumb, they’re all erased.

If you think last night was bad, this morning isn’t any better. Rolling over in the bed, you stretch, oddly comfortable for needing to wake up early—until you notice how bright it is in the room.

Instantly alert, your gaze falls on the clock and you leap from the bed. You’re nearing an hour and a half late to work. 

Frantically, you gather up your clothes and make your way to the shower. Shaking your head at yourself, you know exactly what left you feeling so strung out. That argument with SooHyun had been the final blow to your ego, and though you know logically that he’s a narcissist and that you’re better without him, last night was the real goodbye. Deleting your text thread, all photos and videos, blocking him on all of your social media accounts, and deleting his contact once and for all from your phone with a finality marking the death of your relationship.

You’d cried yourself to sleep, then woke up randomly to toss and turn half the night because a part of you hates letting go of anything, good or bad. This, you know though, is for the best. Unfortunately, it often takes a few days, weeks, or even months to experience this new found ‘best’. The next day isn’t going to be it. Already running late, you make a pitstop for donuts, needing something to quell the sweet tooth that activates during times of stress.

Walking into the office, you try to be quiet, easing the door open and advancing through the room quickly once you notice that your office mate is nowhere to be seen, but Yoongi decides to enter the room at that moment, before you can shed your coat and bag and make it look like you aren't JUST arriving to work.

“Wow, you had a holiday weekend and decided to take advantage of it? Have a nice layabout in bed this morning while everyone else was showing up on time to get their work done?”

Typically, despite how annoying Yoongi can be, you’re better at holding your anger in than this.

“I’m really not in the mood today for your banter, Yoongi. Yes, I’m fucking late. I get it. Now if you don’t need anything, there’s some documents I need to review.”

Turning to face your desk, you set down the small box of donuts and wiggle the mouse to wake up your monitor.

“Hey, I’m not the one who slept in and was late. You need to be more responsible, sweetness. No man is ever gonna want you if you can’t even have the decency to call ahead that you’re gonna be late.”

You whip your head back to face him, eyes stinging as you produce what has to be the very last remnants of your tears; you thought you’d cried them all out prior.

“You’re an insensitive dick, Yoongi.”

Spinning on your heel, you leave the office, walking to the restroom down the hall to cry in peace.

After months of sharing an office, watching you stuff your face with vanilla cupcakes and cinnamon buns, and quick witted banter back and forth, this is the first time he’s seen you cry. Watching you dash off leaves Yoongi feeling guilty; something he rarely feels, if at all. Especially not towards you. But he should have known something was off when you came in looking less than your regularly put together self. Had wanted to wipe the frown sitting between your brows off your face. So of course, Yoongi thought if he could engage in some typical arguing first thing, he could shake you out of this funk and see his favorite smile, though he’ll never admit it to you.

He also should have known that his plan would backfire almost instantly. But Yoongi, being Min Yoongi, did the wrong thing. On a day when you hopelessly want to be taken care of, he had unknowingly said words that were reminiscent of your ex-fiance, attacking you not as a fellow coworker on your work ethic, but on a level he didn’t know you on: as a lover. He had no idea how it would affect you. 

Yoongi waits for you to return to the office, but after 10 minutes, he gets restless and figures he should check on you and possibly apologize. Standing outside the restrooms, he freezes. Yoongi leans against the wall separating the two entrances, a weird feeling in his chest. He knows he’s a dick, it’s his thing, his schtick in his friend group, though it’s mostly saved for Jimin. Jimin is one of his six best friends; if there’s such a thing as a “friend wife” like how there are “work wives”, Jimin is his. 

You remind him of Jimin in a way, little things you do or say when he overhears your conversations with others. The way Yoongi always wants to ruffle your feathers and enjoys the way that you dish the sarcasm right back at him. And then there’s the way you took this job to help your best friend Khaity with Namjoon. 

And now you and Jimin have this in common too: hearing you cry makes Yoongi’s heart ache.

For the rest of Monday and Tuesday, you and Yoongi do a great job at avoiding each other, despite living in the same home. Wednesday you decide to follow the same plan, but Namjoon throws a rather large wrench into it. 

“Hey, we’re going out to Nore, on me. I owe you all a night out with drinks and fun.”

“Oh, I don’t know...”

“I think you have a text waiting. See you tonight? You can ride with me if you want. My driver is heading out at 5PM.”

Namjoon disappears from the office doorway, and you glance down to your phone that’s charging on your desk. He’s right; your best friend text you a few minutes ago about going to Nore with the guys. You don’t really want to go, but her message says she’ll be in the car waiting for you at 5, and you’d better have your ass in the front by 5:03 PM or she’ll come in and drag you out.

Resigning yourself to the fact that if you want to not end up bald, you’ll need to attend the event and hope that if you went for an hour or two she’ll be okay with you leaving early.

It turns out to be a good thing. It gives you time to spend with Khaity to complain about your office mate. Namjoon invites your whole floor to attend. You find out he does it by department so he doesn't overwhelm the staff at his favorite karaoke bar, Nore, and lets the employees choose their own groups for their rooms. He pays for all the open tabs and provides them with coupons for the local taxi service to get home safely.

You’re in a room with people you know pretty well, like your best friend, Namjoon, and Yoongi. The others are Jeon Jungkook, JinHit’s Chief Information Officer, two guys named Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin, whose dads are on the board of JinHit, and Kim Seokjin, the Chief Financial Officer. You know that both Namjoon and Seokjin’s fathers recently stepped back as CEO and CFO, joining the other dads on the board, taking on smaller roles while still being part of the company.

Your best friend tells you all about it as you sit with her listening to two of the men cover a popular 2000’s rap song. Now it’s your turn to spill about how Yoongi is infuriating.

“He’s just…he’s a dick. He’s sarcastic and rude, he never smiles, I can’t stand him.” You cross your arms, turning away from the thoughtful stare that can read you like a book.

“Hmm...I don’t know, I think it’s more to it than what meets the eye, hun.”

Stubborn to the end, you shake your head.

“No, you’ve seen how he acts with me, I mean he literally hugged you when you walked in, greeted you so nicely. But when I walked in, he eyed me up and down and smirked.” You roll your eyes as you look at him, frustrated by how good he looks in his casual outfit—he must have stopped at home to change.

“I have seen how he acts with you, and honestly…It screams sexual tension. Maybe if you fuck him, you can kill two birds with one stone, you know?”

You grab your drink, hiding the warmth of your face behind an exaggerated swallow of liquor. You’re saved from having to respond when you hear the next song end and you turn to see who’s up next.

“Next up, Yoongi and...Y/N!” Hoseok shouts, pulling slivers of paper from a cup with written names folded inside of it.

You groan, not looking forward to having to sing a song with Yoongi, let alone a very well on his way to being a drunk Yoongi. Not that you aren’t too far behind him yourself. Setting down the fruity mixed drink you ordered, you stand up and join Yoongi in the small area cleared of furniture. Yoongi’s already keyed in the song code he wants, and you’re resigned to the fact that you’ll be singing “Run Across the Sky” by Lee Juck.

This song is not your typical ballad, but an upbeat pop rock song from an old KBS mini-drama. You didn’t think that Yoongi was the type to sing a love song like this, a song about love being so all consuming that you don’t care about the pain it can cause you, because you want nothing more than to be with this person. 

You’d once felt that way about SooHyun. But now, the person you spend most of your time with is standing next to you, singing very off key. It’s weird, as you sing along to the song together, his eyes never leave yours. 

You’ve always found Yoongi attractive, but his personality towards you always kept you from wanting to pursue anything with him. He treats all of his friends so well though, it really confuses you why he picks on you all the fucking time. Maybe you’ll ask him about it tonight. 

“If only I could run across the dry sky, and throw myself into your arms, I don’t care if my body would break apart into pieces...”

Yoongi was really engaged in the song, reaching out to hold you with his free hand, fingers pulling you towards him as he held your hand. 

“Ow, ow!” You hear the cat calls, but keep singing, heart beating faster as you enter Yoongi's personal space. 

“When I whispered your name secretly, I restrained myself from crying, your warm voice ringing in my ears, that was my hope...”

Yoongi spins you around, a fast whirl that makes your blood pressure spike. He’s still singing as loud as he can, and when his eyes fall back onto yours, the dilated pupils blend in with the amaretto of his irises, you feel like you’re drowning in the glass. As the song ends, you can’t help but ask yourself why this moment feels so…tender?

You and Yoongi stumble into the penthouse near 10 PM; you still have work in the morning despite Namjoon paying for you all to drink to your heart's content, though you’re granted a late start for the following work day. 

Yeontan greets you both, and you kneel on the ground to pet and play with the fluffy canine. Yoongi shucks his shoes off, and makes his way to the living room a few feet ahead of where you stopped. You can hear the sounds of him booting up the entertainment system, and within the next few minutes he’s singing again. This time, Kim HyunSik’s “My Love By My Side" pours from the speakers haging in the corners of Taehyung’s living room.

“When I feel myself alone, will I remember you so painful, my love, please stay by my side, only you, the only one in this world...”

The song’s sad lyrics made your heart ache, and you wonder if there really is more to Yoongi than you thought. Walking over to the couch, you sit down and sway left and right as you watch him sing, his eyes closing as he strains his voice to convey the heartache of the song. You understand this song more than you realize. 

Yoongi sits on the ground next to your feet, the song over; not that you noticed until his head falls against your knee, so lost in your thoughts. 

“Why did you choose this song?”

“Ah, well…it’s nothing.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“It’s a really sad song. You’ve been in a sad song mood.”

“I always sing ballads when I drink. It’s my thing. Helps me with the ladies.” He turns his head towards you, cat eyes piercing as they look up at you. 

“What’s the real reason you didn’t go home when you saw I was here?” you ask; still curious as to why he avoided his perfectly good home.

“Oh, my bitch of an ex still lives with me; she’s moving out this week, and I didn’t want to be there. She’s toxic, manipulative…She would have tried to make me feel bad and convince me to get back with her, no matter what...”

You know he means with crying, twisting the truth, and make up sex. You’ve been there before.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that was going on at home for you.”

“What about you? I know your family wanted you to come home for the holiday.. Why did you stay?”

“Something similar,” you disclose, the alcohol seemingly making you and Yoongi both loose-lipped tonight.

“My ex won't accept that we’re done. He went as far as to show up at my parent’s house for the festivities. I swear some of my family thinks we’re still together. He won’t tell them I caught him with his co-worker on her knees under his desk during lunch.”

Your laugh is mirthless, a fact Yoongi doesn’t miss. 

“Do you still want to be with him?”

“No. I thought I did at one point, but he wasn’t a good person. I didn’t realize that he was bad for me until recently. When I tried to leave him, he was…a different person. He’s always been someone who thinks highly of himself, and I guess, he made me feel like I couldn’t do better. I guess at some point I started to believe it. But catching him cheating was a wake up call.”

Yoongi doesn’t understand why his heart feels lighter hearing that you don’t want to be with your ex. Probably the alcohol wearing off. 

“Do you still love your ex?” you inquire back, halting his thoughts about his feelings.

“No. I think I mostly miss having that person. It’s nice being able to come home to someone. These past few days have been really nice.”

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments before you notice Tannie sniffing around at his empty bowl. You move to stand so you can put out food for Tannie at the same time Yoongi tries to get up off the floor. Your knee collides with his shoulder and the two of you both topple to the carpeted ground. 

Yoongi catches most of your weight as you fall on him, both of you trying to keep your balance leading you both to end up a pile of tangled limbs. You step to avoid stomping on him, your legs splitting on either side of him as he tries his best to guide you in his still inebriated state of mind to the ground as gently as possible. You fall, knees to the floor and chest to chest with Yoongi. The air expels from your chest, and his does the same, sweet liquored breath mingling in the tiniest of spaces between the two of you. 

Before either one of you can think to regret it, your lips meet, tongues wasting no time in tackling the sexual tension in the room. He tastes as sweet as the Jura Single Malt Scotch Whisky mixed with cherry coke that he drank all night. You kiss slowly, enjoying the way he tastes with your amaretto soaked palette, the cherry the perfect compliment to your taste. 

Yoongi groans, a low growl that pulls from the back of his throat as he shifts your bodies so that you’re pulled flush to him, his arms gripping you tightly at your neck and hip as he deepens the kiss. When your hands rake through his hair, he pulls back, swollen lips parting as he tries to catch his breath, but you’re already missing the pressure against your lips. 

Tipping his head back, you rock your hips as you latch onto his neck, marking territory that you didn’t even know was yours to claim, but you don’t care. His hands pull at your shirt, tugging from the bottom hem until it disappears from your skin, the cold chill of the room disappearing as his agile hands skim across your back. 

Leveling the playing field, you strip him of his shirt, pushing him down to the carpet so that you can take in the view of his pearly alabaster chest, pressing soft kisses to his collarbones. He pulls you back up towards his face, pink lips kissing the exposed skin of your shoulder and neck as he unhooks the back of your bra. 

Once he has you topless, he flips your positions, maneuvering his way down to drag his tongue across your very responsive nipples. Curling his tongue around one and massaging the other with his hand, you squirm beneath him, panting as you feel yourself ruining your panties. His lips are so talented, tugging and teasing at your sensitive skin, you can only imagine how he’d feel putting that pout between your thighs.

“Y-Yoongi...” your voice trembles with need, and Yoongi feels himself respond, his cock twitching at the thought of being buried within you. He traces your waistband, teasing before he undoes the button on your jeans and tugs them partway down your thighs, you assist by lifting your hips so they peel down over the swell of your asscheeks. 

His fingers push into the apex of your thighs, stroking the glistening skin as he teases apart your folds. Nimble fingers roll your slick around your clit, the pads of his fingers brushing along the opening of your heat. He wastes no time breaching the entrance, your walls clinging to him, clenching against the intrusion in order to pull him deeper inside of you; it’s not enough. 

You want, no, your body needs more of him than just his fingers. But he wants to taste you first, wants to wipe that cocky smirk off your face that you always wear, replace it with a begging mouth, pleading for him to give you his cock. 

Yeontan’s barks cause you both to freeze; he hasn’t moved from his bowl by the kitchen counter, and you feel awkward in this moment. Yeontan’s eyes stare at the two of you, half naked on the living room carpet, judging. You shimmy yourself away from Yoongi, trying to regain your dignity as you hide yourself from Yeontan’s eyes. 

“Um, I’m gonna go change, do you want to maybe give Tannie some food?” You don’t wait for Yoongi’s reply, instead running to disappear into the guest room. You can hear Yoongi getting food for Tannie as you change, mind racing about what just happened, about what would have happened if Taehyung’s pup hadn’t interrupted. Your sobering mind replays the way Yoongi felt, the way you trembled beneath his touch, how badly you wanted it to continue, but knowing that he’s drunk, probably not really thinking about who he’s with. 

Laying on the bed, you decide to stay in the room, afraid to face the reality of the last ten minutes or so. Obviously, you find Yoongi attractive and over the course of your time working together, he may be a pain in your side, but you can see the glimmers here and there of the good person you know him to be. Maybe it’s easier to push aside any thoughts of more, in the end, it never works out anyways...right? Why ruin a perfectly good working environment with feelings? 

Yoongi doesn’t know what to do about last night. He stands in the kitchen making coffee so that he can drink it iced, debating what to say to you. He isn’t the kind to skirt around awkward situations, choosing rather to be blunt with people. Especially with you, he’s always said what comes to his mind, but for some reason he feels like this is different. 

Last night awoke something in him. Something he thought his ex had eradicated for the time being. But when he thinks about what happened between the two of you, shit, when he thinks about the past few months spending damn near every day with you, working on this project for Namjoon, he knows it’s more than lust that attracts him to you. 

As he sips his iced coffee, he thinks about what you shared about your ex. He doesn’t understand how your ex could so easily stray; the way your body responded to his touch, how you looked underneath him—Yoongi didn’t want to stop last night. Lost in thought, he almost doesn’t notice when you walk out of the hallway into the open space of the common area.

“Morning.” 

You’re short with your greeting, unsure of how to act around him now that the sun is high in the sky.

“Morning,” Yoongi starts, moving closer to you but you pretend not to notice that he appears to want to make eye contact with you. Setting down a bowl from out of the cabinet, you turn to reach for the box of cereal on the island but Yoongi blocks your path.

“Hey, can we talk?”

You tense, not sure how to navigate this situation. You had lay in bed all night unsure of yourself. You spent so many months thinking one way of Yoongi and several minutes on Taehyung’s carpet has you feeling…well you aren’t quite sure yet. You definitely are attracted to him; have been since the first time you saw him that Saturday morning you were hired. But after what you’d gone through with your ex, you aren’t sure you can trust your own judgement.

“About what?” you question, feigning ignorance.

Yoongi lets out a huff and you finally met his eyes. His stare is overbearing; you feel like he can see straight into your soul. 

“Are you purposefully acting dumb?” he asks, annoyance written all over his face. You know that you are, but his words rub you the wrong way.

“I asked you a question? I’m not acting anything, Yoongi.” 

“Right, YN, so you don’t remember last night?” Yoongi stalks towards you, backing you into the counter. “No idea at all what I could possibly want to talk to you about?”

“I mean, we kissed. So what? We were both drunk and it was over like as soon as it started.” You stare at his neck, watching the way the muscles move when he grits his teeth, jaw clenching before he lets out a short bark of a laugh.

“If I remember correctly, you were half naked under me, begging me for more than just my fingers inside you, until Tannie interrupted.”

You flush, heat spreading across your cheeks as you take in his words.

“Just—look, let’s just forget it okay? We have to leave for work in a few, so—” you push past him, escaping back to the safety of the guest room.

You punch the fluffiest pillow on the bed repeatedly before collapsing on the bed and grabbing your phone.

After throwing on your clothes, you head to the living room, remembering it’s your morning to take Yeontan to the bark park before work. When you turn the corner from the hallway, Yoongi’s already at the door, pulling the leash off of the wall hook, his foot propping the door open as a waiting Yeontan sits patiently.

“I can take him.” You walk towards him, reaching for the leash, but he pulls it out of your reach.

“Oh, now you want to talk? It’s fine, I’ll take Tannie up. Why don’t you continue with “forgetting” things, like how it was your turn to walk him.”

“Really Yoongi? You wonder why people think you’re such a dick? This is why.”

“Actually, I never wonder why people think I’m any type of way. I treat them how they treat me.”

“Whatever, I have never been mean to you ever, you started that shit.”

“Y/N, seriously? I didn’t even know you when we first met, and you were late. I treated you the same way I would have treated anyone arriving late to their first day of work.”

You shake your head, mad that he’s lowkey right about that initial meeting at least. You notice at that moment that Yeontan is no longer sitting at Yoongi’s feet, one of which is still holding the front door open.

“Yoongi! Where did Yeontan go?” Your voice is frantic, brain already jumping to the worst. The hallway isn’t too long, but at that moment you notice the elevator doors closing, the loud ding as it leaves to go to a different floor.

“Yoongi, I swear to God if someone just stole Tannie—”

“Fuck! Is it going up or down?” 

You both run to the elevator, watching as the numbers descend from 18. Yoongi quickly calls for the other elevator cart; it’s at the lobby and begins its ascent towards you.

“Watch for where it stops, call me now, I’m taking the stairs.”

Yoongi takes off. The stairwell door shuts behind him with a loud bang as he disappears. You grab your phone and dial him, eyes watching the elevator numbers decrease smoothly. 

“It stop yet?” Yoongi’s breaths come out loudly. You hear his feet as he seems to jump down steps, skipping several to catch up.

“Yes, 13.”

Yoongi curses again, disclosing he has a level and a half still to go until he’s there. You hear two loud bangs and his voice loudly calling.

“Yah! Did you just come from the 18th floor?”

You aren’t able to hear the reply, only the one-sided convo from Yoongi’s end.

“Because! Our dog is missing, did you see anyone with a dog? What did they look like? Shit, they kept going down?”

You glance up at the elevator screen realizing the numbers are changing again, this time arriving to the single digits.

“Yoongi, it’s headed to the lobby!”

Yoongi hangs up the call and you press the elevator call button again, hoping to speed up the second one. A few seconds later the doors open and you hit the L button, freaking out the entire ride down. When the doors finally open, you see only the security guard.

“Did you see someone leave with a dog?”

“Hmm? Oh Mr. Scott and Rocky, they just headed out for a walk a minute or two ago. Is something wrong?”

“Anyone else? You know Kim Taehyung? 18th floor with the small pom?”

“Oh, Tae and Tannie? Haven’t seen him all week actually.”

“No one else left with Tannie?”

“You and Mr. Scott are the only people I’ve seen in the last 20 minutes or so.”

At that moment, the stairwell door opens, a panting and sweating Yoongi stumbling through. You run over to him, explaining what the guard told you.

“He’s not here. Yeontan didn’t come down. It was a different dog.”

“So—” he gulps air, pausing between words, “is Tan—in the hall?”

Your eyes widen as you realize neither of you turned to the other direction; the two of you hustle to the elevator to return to the 18th floor.

The ride up is mostly quiet, you bouncing on your toes in hopes that the elevator speeds the fuck up and Yoongi with his hands on his hair, breathing deeply. When the door opens, finally back where you started, it’s easy to see the hallway is abandoned.

“This is all your fault Yoongi. You should’ve just let me take him.”

He scoffs, walking away from you to scan the keycard and unlock the wooden door. 

“Are you kidding me? I was already getting the leash and him ready. You should have just dropped it.”

You follow him in, ready with a response when a small ball of fluff barks at you from where he’s perched on his dog bed.

“Tannie?!”

Work is…well it’s the worst day you have had there in awhile. After finding TanTan safe and sound, Yoongi grabs all of his stuff and storms out of the apartment, tossing the keycard on the counter. He barely gives you a passing glance as he leaves, words tossed over his shoulder before the wooden door slams.

Words that now circle your head as you sit at your desk across from him, attempting to avoid looking at him.

“You’re on your own. Don’t ‘forget’ to come back tonight, Tae will be back in the morning.”

You know he’s upset about you asking to just forget what happened between the two of you, you just don’t understand why.

That evening, in the empty condo, you feel lonelier than any other day in the months since breaking up with SooHyun. Yeontan is curled up at the end of the couch, sleeping as you flip through the channels. Eventually, you decide to shut off the TV and turn in for the night.

“Y/N!”

Hana stands in the doorway of the guest room, assessing whether it’s safe to enter or not. You see Taehyung walk past, wheeling two suitcases towards his room as he gives you a quick smile.

“Mornin’ Hana,” you mumble, sitting up sleepily.

“It’s my favorite day! Dress down Fridays!” Hana’s too bubbly for you given how early it is, but you appreciate it after the night you had. You climb out of the bed, stretching as she talks to you about the trip to Daegu, meeting the Kims, and how they spent Chuseok.

“I just loved having a week off too. Much needed time with Tae if you catch my drift.” She winks, before she sinks into the now vacated bed and turns towards where you stand having just completed brushing your teeth.

“So…how was it with Yoongi? He texted Tae and said he had to go home early, but that you were more than capable to watch Tannie for one night alone.”

“Um…It was—” you shrug, turning to your suitcase full of clothes to choose a shirt to pair with your jeans.

“Ooh, spill! I know something happened, I know that look!” she squeals, bouncing on the bed.

“We—wekissedand, like, hefingeredmeforlike3seconds. But then Tannie interrupted. We had been drinking though, so like, it was nothing.” You rush out, turning away from her as you strip your top and begin to put on your bra and shirt.

“I knew something would happen! Tannie is such a little cockblock! But wait, why was it nothing?”

“Because I told him let’s just forget it. He got all serious and wanted to talk about it, but I don’t even know what I think about it yet? I wasn’t ready to talk about it.”

“And of course, you told him that, right? You said ‘I know you want to talk about it, but I’m still sorting through my own thoughts, can we talk about it later?’”

The look on your face makes Hana sigh.

“The two of you are so irritating. Perfect for each other really…Damn. Let me go give Tae his 20 bucks.”

Hana exits the room, leaving you to finish getting ready before you can register everything she said and get mad at her for setting you up.

The first half of work is dull, but you have a lot to look forward to with the events that are planned. Once it’s lunch time, you pack up and run to meet up with Hana and Khaity, both of whom are waiting for you by your office door.

You sit together in the bleachers of the gym on the 7th floor, watching the guys play their monthly basketball game. For 3 months you’ve witnessed these games, and somehow your boss, the CEO, never seems to get better. It’s a breath of fresh air to see him fail at something if you’re being honest; he seems like he’s so put together and so smart and such a sweet, attentive boyfriend, so knowing he has some type of flaw is nice. 

“I know I just watched them play some pick up games at lunch last week, but they really haven’t gotten any better.”

Khaity laughs, eyes watching the game. You wish the guys played with other people. You’d love a chance to get on the court. You watch the CFO double dribble and almost trip, cringing as you hear the referee whistle blow loudly at his mistake. 

“Seriously though, Seokjin has broad shoulders and he’s so tall, why is Yoongi the shortest and the best on the court?”

“He played for many years, the others are better at a different type of game; they’re your typical video gamers.”

“That makes sooo much sense now,” you laugh.

“So, have you thought about what happened? Wrapped your head around it yet?” Hana and Khaity stare at you, waiting for your answer.

“I mean, a little? I just… I fucked up okay? I freaked out when he wanted to talk, and it just escalated from there.”

“We know that already. Kinda meant did you think about the reason Yoongi wanted to talk? Like, how do you feel?” Khaity quirks her head at you, eyebrows suggesting that you start talking and soon.

“Gah—I guess—I liked it, okay!” You whisper loudly, embarrassment written all over your face. “He’s hot and he’s nice sometimes in a, like, tsundere type of way. Anime boy of my dreams, if you will. I just…how do I approach him now?”

“Why not try speaking his language. I’ve heard your stories; aren’t you also a baller?” Hana points to the court. The guys have ended their game and Namjoon speaks to the crowd. 

“Thanks everyone for watching!” The crowd of his employees cheer. “Well, I won’t hold you any longer. Enjoy the rest of your day, enjoy your families, and we’ll see everyone back Monday!”

You attempt to follow your friends, but Khaity pushes you back down gently.

“I think you should talk to him before more time passes. Wait until it clears out. He always stays later than everyone else shooting around.”

The two women wave bye to you as you watch the gym clear out. It doesn’t take long until the sound of a lone basketball bouncing on the hardwood is the only thing you hear next to the sound of your beating heart . 

Mustering up all of your courage, you walk down the bleacher steps and onto the court. Yoongi barely spares you a glance. Not caring, you stand in front of him, and as he sets up for a shot, spinning the ball neatly between his hands before positioning them properly, you reach out and snatch the ball from him.

“Can we talk?”

Hands on his hips, his feline eyes cut you like daggers. You wait for him to answer you, and when he doesn’t, you move to the top right of the key. 

“Fine. Let’s play for it. HORSE.”

You shoot the shot, nailing the 2 pointer and turning to Yoongi. He grabs the rebound, walking over to take the same spot you just stood in. He may not have answered you verbally, but he takes the shot. And misses.

“H.”

You take the ball from where it slowly bounces away from Yoongi’s missed shot and move to the spot adjacent. You make that one as well, retrieving your rebound for Yoongi this time. You pass the ball to him, a hard chest pass, and you see his eyes widen briefly, not expecting you to be halfway decent at basketball.

He makes the shot, and you move around outside of the paint, making shot after shot until Yoongi, arms tired from playing beforehand, eventually misses 4 more times.

“E.”

“Fine. Let’s talk.” Leaving the ball on the court, Yoongi grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the locker rooms. You hesitate to follow him in, but eventually you're seated across from one another on the benches in the men’s locker room.

“I—” you sigh, trying to gather up your jumbled words in your head. “I think I was confused, because I never—you know? I thought you were hot, but like, always a dick, so I never thought it would happen how it did. Because now I think I like you, but I’m not sure if it’s lust or if it’s loneliness and you deserve for it to be because someone likes you and I just, I still haven’t unraveled my thoughts fully on it—”

“You think you like me?” Yoongi stops you mid-ramble.

“Yes.” 

“Why did you keep picking fights with me after we kissed?”

“You wanted to talk about it right away and I hadn’t—still haven’t, if I’m honest—figured it all out yet...”

“What is there to figure out? Did you enjoy it? Do you want it to happen again? Do you like me?”

“Yes! Okay? Yes. I enjoyed it, I can’t stop thinking about it, about you, I—”

Yoongi’s getting really good at cutting you off. This time, though, it’s with his mouth on yours. He kisses you forcefully, soft lips with firm movements as he presses forward, hands finding your waist. He pulls you up, standing with you as his tongue seeks entrance and explores you. You moan into the kiss, back arching as he pulls you closer to him.

Breaking the kiss, you try to catch your breath and wrap your mind around what’s happening, processing a bit faster this time how you feel about it.

“I think I like you too.” Yoongi admits between kisses to your neck, his hands sliding down to grip your ass. You place a hand on his head, the other on his neck as he marks you, teeth and tongue laying claim to your exposed skin.

“I know I liked the way you said my name the other night, especially liked the way you felt.”

You squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself drip at his words; the gruffness of his voice, lips brushing against your ear as his hands squeeze at you, his cock responding to the cute little moans he pulls from you.

“Yoongi please,” you whine, deja vu hitting as he kisses your lips again, one hand moving to glide along your skin under your shirt while the other hands fingers undo your jeans. Instead of breaching your panties like you hope, he squeezes at your hips and you bite his bottom lip in protest.

“Please, touch me Yoongi.”

“I thought I already was,” he chuckles, but dips his fingers into your panties, complying. The pads of his fingers tease at your folds, and he can feel the way you’re soaked for him. You let out a moan of complaint when his hands leave you. He makes to strip you of your jeans, your top discarded next. You stand there almost naked in front of him, and he growls out when you palm him through his basketball shorts before tugging the waistband down. He pulls his shirt off, alabaster skin on display as he repeats his tugging action from earlier, though this time there’s no hesitation on your part.

You follow him into the showers, and he turns on the water before pressing you to the cold tiled wall. You gasp, Yoongi capturing the sound between his lips as his deft fingers unclasp your bra and slide your panties down your legs. You push at his boxers, and the two of you step out of your undergarments, baring all to each other for the first time. 

Yoongi grasps your elbows, pulling you into the warm stream of water and you giggle, enjoying the feel of Yoongi on your skin. His cock stands at attention, pressed between the two of you and you admire the way his cock feels like velvet covered steel as you stroke him leisurely. An impressive length and girth as you twist your hand around the shaft, thumb grazing the tip of the head as you spread a mix of pre-cum and water over him.

“I want to be in you,” he groans, pulling you closer to him so he can bite along your neck and shoulder.

“Are you asking or telling?” you tease, and he chuckles darkly before strong arms lift you up and put you against the wall for the second time. You wrap your legs around him, feeling his length press against your clit, throbbing with need.

“Depends,” Yoongi bites you softly, nipping at your neck as he ruts against you, enjoying the way your wet warmth slides along his cock, “does it belong to anyone? Or is it mine?” He presses harder, causing you to squirm.

“Yours, fuck it’s yours.”

“Mine?”

“Yes, please Yoongi, take it...I need you...” 

Wasting no more time, Yoongi pulls his hips back and aligns himself with your opening. Slowly he thrusts himself forward, allowing you to take him in inch by gloriously stretching inch. Once he bottoms out into you, he kisses you hard, waiting for you to grow used to his size and tell him you’re ready for more. His thumb rubs figure eights onto your clit and you buck, wanting friction. 

“Yoongi, please move, please—oh!”

He pulls out before surging back into you, and you slide up along the wall from the movement. He grasps your shoulder, pulling your body closer to his with every thrust, trying to hold back every time you clench around him. God, you can make him cum in seconds if he isn’t careful.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you chant, barely able to keep your head from rolling back in pleasure.

“Fuck, sweetness, you take my cock so well, such a good girl.”

You preen under his praise, moaning as he pounds into you until tears prick your eyes. The feel of his cock dragging along your walls is euphoric, and you’re close to coming undone by him.

“Oh no, pretty girl, don’t you cum just yet. Save that sweetness for me to taste.”

“Y-Yoongi, I’m close...”

Pulling out of you, Yoongi kneels, water cascading down his back as he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and laps at your folds. Inserting two fingers, he finger fucks you until you fall apart and cleans up the mess with his tongue. Standing back up, he hoists you again and enters your swollen pussy, setting a punishing pace in order to chase his own high. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, Yoongi fucks you fast and hard, hips rolling as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he slams you down on his cock. 

You clutch at the back of his neck, moans mixing with his grunts as you tense, hit with a second orgasm. The sporadic pulse of your velvet walls triggers Yoongi’s climax, and he thrusts deep, filling you with his cum. 

Later that evening, you lay on Yoongi’s chest at your apartment, talking to him about everything and nothing. You’ve learned a lot about each other over the past months, but over the last few hours you both learn a lot more. He shares with you about his parents, how he’s shy when showing affection at times, especially in public, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. 

“My dad is like that. He took care of us, but showing affection isn’t common. But I want to work on it…can I take you on a proper date, sweetness?” Yoongi’s fingers play with your hair, a sleepy grin plastered to your face.

“Mmm, we did do things a little backwards, didn’t we?”

“I mean, it happens.”

“Yea, and I had to come up with some way to get you to talk to me. A little competitive advantage; I knew after you had played today I would be able to outperform you on the court.”

You squeal as Yoongi rolls you to your back, his legs nudging your thighs apart as he settles between them, flared tip pressing gently for entry to the apex of your thighs.

“But sweetness,” he smirks, though his voice is slightly straining at the way your walls squeeze him, your slick helping him slide in as your eyes roll back, “I’ll outperform you between these sheets, any day.”

CEO series:

masterlist | one | two | | four | five | six | seven

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[hisunshiine]

Escape ✈︎ Masterlist

✈︎ Escape Series — 18+, Mature, fluff, smut, angst, ongoing

     ✈︎ pairing: OT7 with various YN/OC’s

     ✈︎ word count: 73.4k and counting...

     ✈︎ warnings: non-disclosure acts, triggering themes such as foster homes, shit jobs, invasion of privacy, fights/yelling, fear of abandonment, explicit smut that features but is not limited to: bdsm elements, dom/sub scenes, bondage, restraints, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breath play, cum play, creampie, revenge sex, sex games, pet names, unprotected sex, cock warming, consensual sex with alcohol, webcam sex, double penetration, multiple sex partners, please see each chapter for a list of their specific warnings 

     ☼ summary: It was a running joke within the fandom that you all should just buy an island, move there, and have Namjoon be the president. That is, it 𝘸𝘢𝘴 a running joke, until one day on Twitter, it all came to a head. The fandom was at each other’s throats, people were sending death threats, trash talking each other, trash talking the boys, and everyone just had 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡....

“I thought this was a private island that we own?” you question aloud.

“So did I, and I am about to find out who the hell is on our island,” Vanessa says as she storms towards the people on the beach. You notice when she stops dead in her tracks, the sand under her feet making her slide a bit.You speed up, worried she may need help. The closer you get, you realize 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 

When you find yourself being given the opportunity to live your dream, will you take advantage of that escape?

     ☀︎ a/n: This is a series that takes place with all 7 members, but every chapter offers the reader a chance to be YN or an OC. There are several OC’s that are named, but all chapters are told in 2nd person, to allow you to be each character. collaboration between me and @mrsparkjimin18​ and is crossposted to AO3/Wattpad

✈︎ chapter 1: dear lucky ARMY...

✈︎ chapter 2: welcome to Bangtania, ladies

✈︎ chapter 3: call me daddy

✈︎ chapter 4: you have been cordially invited...

✈︎ chapter 5: you want a show?

✈︎ chapter 6: but i still want you... pt. 1

✈︎ chapter 7: but i still want you... pt. 2 

✈︎ chapter 8: but i still want you... pt. 3 

✈︎ chapter 9: save water, shower with me 

✈︎ chapter 10: sope game night ft. tae 

✈︎ chapter 11: sope game night ft. tae pt. 2 

✈︎ chapter 12: daddy’s stressed 

✈︎ chapter 13: Island Frustrations 

✈︎ chapter 14: The Mix-Up 

✈︎ chapter 15: Caught In A Lie 

✈︎ chapter 16: House Of Cards 

✈︎ chapter 17: Am I Wrong  ✦ my fave chapter! hehe

✈︎ chapter 18: Autumn Leaves ✦ my 2nd fave chapter!  

✈︎ chapter 19: Make It Right — coming 7.26.21

✈︎ chapter 20: Bangtan Party — coming 8.2.21

✈︎ chapter 21: Escape Refresher — coming 8.9.21

✈︎ chapter 22: Let Go Pt. 1— coming 8.16.21

✈︎ chapter 23: Let Go Pt. 2— coming 8.23.21

✈︎ chapter 24: Promise— coming 8.30.21

✈︎ —more coming soon; updates weekly on mondays!—

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[hisunshiine]

— jjk: i love that sound

⤐  Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

⤐  AU Type: Established AU, 18+ Mature

⤐  wc: 456

⤐  Kinks/Warnings: 

⤞ Jealous JK

⤞ Dom/Sub undertones

⤞ Punishment via Sex Toy Use & Edging & Bound by Scarves

gif by outroher on twitter

You hadn’t meant to flirt with Namjoon, on the contrary you were just super into the conversation you were having with him. But Jungkook’s jealousy got the best of him seeing you with his hyung like that. He sometimes worried that Namjoon-hyung would sweep you off your feet and steal you away from him; your penchant for intellectual conversations with his older hyungs often made him feel like he wasn’t fulfilling you in all the ways you needed. But your needy pleas for him calmed that side of him, solidifying you were his. Only his.

“Please Jung-k-kook, can I cum?” You asked, trying your best to cutely pout at him. It was hard, you were strewn wantonly across his bed, arms tied above your head with a scarf and legs open with a purple sex toy lodged into your dripping entrance. He rolled his eyes, looking away from where he was perched on an ottoman in the room, fake-watching the soccer game his Yoongi-hyung had told him was on tonight. Your composure slipped as he increased the speed of the remote-operated vibrator, causing you to let out a whiny moan. He loved that sound. 

Jungkook stood up and stalked over to you, taking in your panting form. 

“Oh, princess wants to cum?” he queried, watching you writhe on the bed, hoping to come to your climax, but knowing it wasn’t enough.

You nodded, eyes begging him to stop teasing you as he leaned down, tongue laving your exposed neck before he suckled the tender spot beneath your ear. 

“I rather enjoy watching you like this, begging for it.” You made to glare at him, but he pressed another button which initiated the clit suction action of the toy. Your back bowed off the bed as his fingers trailed down your body, swirling around your aroused nipple before gliding gently down your side as he brought his face close to yours. You took in the unique structure of his face; the scar on his cheek, the small mole under his lip that you loved to kiss along with the one on the opposite cheek. His deep eyes warm with desire half closed as he hovered his lips over yours, taunting you with his even breaths puffing air onto yours. You strained against the scarf, wanting so badly to pull him to you and connect those lips to yours, taste him with your tongue, hold his firm body close to yours and grind on him… his hair tickled your forehead and you whined again, pleas tumbling off of your lips as you tried to get him to succumb to you.

“Oh yes, I love that sound princess… I think I’m gonna leave you like this a bit longer...” 

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[hisunshiine]

— heavy metal (M) jjk

⟢ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟢ word count: 583 words (drabble)

⟢ genre + warnings: nsfw 18+, light smut, kissing, hickies, stripping, piercings, tattos, fingering 

⟢ summary: You come home from a trip to find your fuckbuddy has a... hole-y surprise.

⟢ an: this drabble was brought about because of my twinnie, Sara, posting two pics in our twt groupchat of JK, they are posted for the story. enjoy! ♡ piercing edit from min_katze on twt

Shoving him up against the wall by his shoulders, he lets you take the lead, enjoying the way that you press your breasts against his chest. He lets out a breathy hiss, and you pull back, his bottom lip stretched between your teeth before you release it. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, panting against his mouth.

“N-Nothing, I just want you is all,” he answers, pushing forward to recapture your mouth.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?” You don’t back down, wanting to know what you did that hurt him.

“Nothing,” he shakes the hair out of his eyes, his hands not stopping their movement as they trail along your waist band, desperate to rid you of your tiny shorts you wore just to tease him. “Now get back over here, I wasn’t done yet.”

Gripping your hips, he brings you back into his space, kissing your mouth to stop you from talking while he lifts you up and presses you to him. You lock your legs around his waist and he walks you through his home, wanting to fuck you properly on the grey king sized sheets.

Every time you roll your hips, chest sliding along his, you hear him whimper, a high pitched sound that makes goosebumps appear down your arms as he kisses your neck and collarbone. It’s new—he’s never been one to whimper like that before just from some making out—unless he was drinking, but he wasn’t tonight.  

No, it was something else, and you finally figured it out when he finishes unbuttoning his shirt from his lean body. 

Your hot fuckbuddy had gone and got a new piercing—his nipple now sporting a cold surgical grade steel bar through it. ‘Fuck,’ you think, ‘just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter...’

Kneeling on the bed, you kiss him deeply, enough to render him incapable of thinking of anything but you, so you kiss his neck, sucking small marks to claim him as you make your way down to the glinting metal that was the cause of all the disturbance. The whine he lets out when your tongue meets his sensitive pec, paired with the tightened grip on your upper arms lets you know you have him right where you want him.

“When did you get this, fuck, it’s so hot.”

“A couple weeks ago, when you were out of town on that girl’s trip.” He fingers the ball, smirking down at you as you disrobe, clothing joining his shirt on the floor until you’re stark naked, leaning back on his sheets with your legs bent and spread open for his viewing.

“So you’ve been a naughty boy while I was away.”

Jungkook makes his way onto the bed, lining his body up with yours as you watch him with hooded eyes. His tattooed hand snakes around your throat, reminding you that despite your age difference, he was in no way a boy. His other hand dips between your thighs, feeling the heat of you as he coats his fingers with your own juices to begin circling your clit gently.

“No, babe, I was waiting for you so I could be naughty.”

He begins kissing your neck, warm, wet suctions that let you know you’ll need extra makeup in the morning, and you reach up and twist the bar gently at the pet name, watching his face contort into one of pleasure as he pulls back to look at you.

“I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight… A lot of fun.”

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thank you for reading! ♡ 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. ♡

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[hisunshiine]

—daechwita (M) myg & kth

[commissioned by @whippedbywonho1 on twt]

⟢ pairing: dom!yoongi x sub!reader x dom!tae

⟢ word count: 1.2k

⟢ genre + warnings: nsfw 18+, smut, dom/sub tones, kissing, unprotected sex, protected anal sex, minor autoerotic asphyxiation, double penetration (anal/vaginal), threesome, oral (m + f receiving), praise, body worship, daddy kink, cockwarming, tittyfucking, facefucking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, swallowing, creampie, would it be considered cum play? maybe a cum kink, IDK, i think i got it all

⟢ summary: Your boyfriends use their built up excitement post-concert just for you, and like the good girl you are, you take it all. 

⟢ an: this was a commission that honestly excited me and i feel like i’m the filthiest person for it, and i know its not even as filthy as other things i’ve written but the amount of smut and pwp is just wow. hope you all enjoy!

After a concert, the energy is always the best. It’s no different after Day 1 of Muster. Everyone is full of excitement and you can’t stop thinking about the Daechwita performance. It went off without a hitch, and your boyfriends couldn’t have done better. They too were happy with the outcome, adrenaline pumping, sweat dripping—it’s something you benefit from. 

With your body between Yoongi and Taehyung, you’re feeling the effect of their post-concert excitement in the form of their cocks, thick and long, penetrating you in a sideroom off from the main dressing area the members all shared.

Yoongi sits on the edge of a loveseat, both hands gripping around your waist as he holds you still, eyes focusing on the expressions crossing your face. Taehyung stands behind you, cock stretching your other hole as he thrusts into you with his dominant hand wrapping dexterous fingers around your neck. 

Taking turns, your boyfriends use your holes how they like—and like the pretty little ragdoll you are, you let them. 

“That’s right princess, be a good girl for Tae and cum on my cock, so he can watch as I clean you up.”

You hum an affirmation, mouth open from the loss of sanity due to how full you felt and how much pleasure they’re giving you. When they’re in control of your pleasure, they always make sure you get off, and then some.

“You heard your boyfriend, cream that pretty little cunt of yours so you can get all cleaned up for me like my good girl.”

As Tae’s cock thrusts shallowly into you and Yoongi’s throbs from where it’s snuggly buried, the fullness of them meeting at the thin wall that separates each hole finally sends you spiralling. Head thrown back in a silent yell, your thighs tremble as the velvet of your walls contract, sucking Yoongi in deeper.

He grunts, working hard to control his own release as he feels the way you grip him, coating him with your nectar. At the same time, Taehyung removes his grip from your neck, allowing all of the air to rush back into your lungs leaving your head dizzy in ecstasy.  

Tae removes himself from inside of you, peeling off the condom and tossing it into the nearby trash can. You hear him run the tap, using a clean stage towel to get as much of the latex off his cock for you as Yoongi lays your back onto the couch.

“That’s it princess, open up, let me see how messy you are...” he growls, voice laced with arousal. “Can’t wait to taste you, baby.”

Placing his hands on your knees, Yoongi licks a slow stripe up your folds, nose dragging along your honeypot for additional teasing. Your body jolts from the stimulation and you mewl to let him know how you feel.

“Nuh-uh, princess,” Yoongi’s hand meets your thigh with a sharp spank in reprimand, “use your words. You know your boyfriends need to hear you.”

“Yes, sorry, Daddy,” you pant and he grins at you, his glistening chin on display.

“Hyung, she’s not gonna be able to be vocal soon, not once I start fucking her mouth.” Taehyung chuckles, eyes dark in desire as he stares down at your naked body with Yoongi’s mouth resettling over your clit to swirl his tongue. 

Wasting no time in silencing you, Tae lifts his leg to straddle your face and taps his bare cock against your bottom lip. You present your tongue to him. Feeling the weight of his cock on the wet muscle, you wrap your lips around him, swiping your tongue across his slit and a sense of pride overcomes you when you see the way he shivers from your ministrations. You hollow your cheeks allowing Tae to control the speed as he face-fucks you, working hard to not let how good Yoongi is eating you stop you from pleasing the younger of the two. 

When Yoongi adds two fingers to your heat, you squirm beneath him, a moan vibrating Taehyung’s length where he presses the tip to the back of your throat in search of heightening pleasure. 

“That’s it baby, swallow, let me see how well you take me in every hole.” Tae feels his balls constrict as you follow his directions, and moments later he’s emptying his load onto your tongue.

“Show me.” His voice is gravely; demanding.

You love it.

“Keep telling her what to do, Tae—the way she just clenched on my fingers...” Yoongi’s lips slide across your gushing core as he speaks, and you can’t deny what he says is true.

Opening your mouth, you show Tae his release so he can lean down and kiss you, tasting himself on your tongue as he enjoys the feel of your swollen, red lips against his. Tae sits up, his cock still half hard as he grabs your tits, pushing them together as he fondles them.

Lining up his cock, he begins to tittyfuck you, the last of his cum leaking down the fleshy skin of his tip and onto your chest. 

“Daddy, please can I cum?” you beg, voice rising an octave the longer that Yoongi worships your pussy.

“Not yet,” he rasps, eyes blown out from watching you wriggle under his control, “you know better, princess. If you cum now, you can’t cum on Daddy’s cock.”

Whining, you look up at Tae who’s losing himself in fucking your breasts, hands enjoying the soft mounds filling his palms, murmurs of praise for your body dripping like sweet honey from his mouth.

Without a word, Yoongi removes his face from between your thighs and replaces his tongue with his erection in one swift plunge. You push your hips forward, taking him in deeper as pulls back to continue at a swift pace. He shoves Tae, who wordlessly rotates his body so that he’s fucking your chest from the top down, scrotum positioned over your mouth.

You tongue at the hanging sack, enjoying the way his baritone turns breathy when he lets out a moan.

“Fuck, isn’t her body perfect?” Yoongi asks Tae, who agrees.

“Our kitten is perfect, takes us both so well.”

“Always ready for us too,” he grunts with a particularly deep thrust, “let’s us have our way… Gonna fill this perfect cunt up, right princess?”

“Please Daddy, want you to—”

“Cum for me now, so you can squeeze me dry, wanna feel you—”

Crying out their names, you shatter, allowing the shockwaves to dispel themselves once they reach your extremities. Juices mingling with Yoongi’s he pulls out to watch the way he leaks from you, and a satisfying feeling settles in his chest as he looks at your swollen cunt with pride. 

“That's my girl,” Taehyung purrs from where he’s kneeling by your head, smoothing wild tendrils of your hair. “You did so well, baby.”

“She did,” Yoongi says as he adjusts his positioning to slither back between your legs.

“Y-Yoongi...” you mewl, unsure if you can do it again.

“Princess, is that any way to talk to your Daddy? Now that’s one for Tae, one for you, and now.. This one's for me.”

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Daechwita (v.) great blowing and banging/hitting *wink wink*

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TEASER —j.hs |client centered|

⟢ pairing: chaebol!hobi x chaebol!reader

⟢ genre + warnings: teaser: sfw, minor angst & sexual tension [full story will be nsfw 18+. arranged marriage au. angst, smut, fluff]

⟢ summary: When JinHit board-member & 1/2 of the resident playboy team Jung Hoseok is finally forced to settle down, you don’t expect to be the one he’s matched with. As the heir to a cosmetics company, you have a lot riding on your ability to operate a business and a husband that’s tied to JinHit can only help... Unless he’s not the CEO you hope for him to be. With the threat of your company going bankrupt, an arranged marriage to announce, and emotional baggage to unpack, you’ll be lucky to deliver client-centered results.     

⟢ word count: teaser: 651 words [full word count ~15k?]

⟢ expected drop: um.. by the end of July I hope!

⟢ author’s note: hi y’all! so to hold myself accountable, i am dropping this teaser (the first teaser i’ve ever done) and because readers of this series have been waiting patiently with me for part 4. below i have provided 2 scenes that  i think help give you a feeling of our YN and the world she lives in! please enjoy and feel free to yell at me to finish it! ♡ if you haven’t read the first 3, i do suggest you do, as they all tie together in a nice big web. the previous YN’s do make an appearance in each other’s stories as well! pls enjoy this teaser and look for it when it drops!

masterlist | one | two | three |  | five | six | seven

“You will marry, YN. More is at stake than you think.” your mother says from behind her old oak desk. As a child, it was your favorite item to play under. But now, you hate that thing. It does nothing but to serve as a barrier between you and your mother, who seems more like a stranger as the days pass.

“Mother, please. I am begging you,” and your tone changes to that of a plea. “I do not want to marry for the company. I am sick of all of these chaebol types—”

“Enough.” Her stern look silences you more than her words. “I will hear no more of this. You will attend the annual charity banquet in two days, where you and Jung Hoseok will meet and then in a month, announce your plans to wed. The matchmaker gave you the list, and you looked over each profile. Taemin reviewed all of the portfolios of every man you have met with. He said Jung Hoseok is the last one on the list. So you will make it work. End of discussion.” And with the finality of her words, she looks away from you, turning back to her computer and the ledger planted on the desk, eyes darting between the two.

You stand up from the chair opposing her desk, eyes brimming with unshed tears. It’s been years since you had uttered these words at her, probably hadn’t said them since you were a tiny child, but at this moment, where she has just stripped you of your ability to choose for your own future, you hurl the words.

“I hate you.”

Your mother doesn’t even look up at you.

“Close the door on the way out, YN. Get some sleep, it’s late.”

“Hey,” Hoseok leans into you, his hand resting atop of your fingers that had been tapping incessantly and driving him mad, “don’t worry, the presentation is almost over, and then after we eat, I can drive you home okay?”

Realizing he mistook your tapping for boredom or anxiety, you shake your head and correct his thought.

“No, I’m actually excited about this venture, I’m really interested in it!” you whisper back to him excitedly. 

“Oh, wow, you’re like the only person in here actually interested in their powerpoint,” he giggles, and you don’t like that you enjoy the sound of it while he makes fun of you.

“Whatever.” You wave away his teasing, picking up your glass of champagne to lubricate your vocal chords to whisper a little easier. “We’re here to write checks to charity, and this is a non-profit that wants to not only help the earth, but help our companies be better.”

“We spend enough paying for a seat at this thing, money that goes straight to the non-profit. They just hope we all get drunk enough to write another check or two and we pay to attend so we can connect with other big companies to keep the money within the 1%.” Hoseok pauses to sip from his own champagne glass before continuing. “Most of the people in this room are here to A, make business deals or B, get laid, thanks to that expensive drink package offered. Probably both.”

“And why are you here, Hoseok?” you can’t help but to lean into the conversation with him; he’s still holding onto your hand and the conversation's topic feels flirty. You may appear cold to those who don’t know you, but you’re warm blooded through and through. 

“Please, call me Hobi,” his eyes bore into yours despite the dim lights to help illuminate the presentation on the stage, “and I, my lovely girlfriend, well... I believe that you and I are here for both.”

Hearing Hoseok call you his ‘girlfriend’ reframes the thoughts racing through your head and you realize you’re more like the chaebols in this room than you care to admit. 

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