venor (5) | kth + jjk
The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.
○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook
○ Rating: Explicit/18+
○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut
○ Word Count: 4,917
○ Warnings: None
○ Notes: Sorry I forgot to schedule this to post yesterday y'all. We're not having a great time but it's okay!! Min Yoongi said we'll bloom after all our hardships yknow.
○ Post Date: March 4, 2024
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Convincing Yoongi to join Jungkook at the on-campus fitness center isn’t as tricky as Jungkook expects. All it takes is the promise that Jungkook won’t leave Yoongi alone in the weight room with all the confusing weightlifting equipment and the intimidating gym bros — because, as Yoongi quickly learns, even the prey fitness center has gym bros.
Luckily, Jungkook isn’t one of them.
“You’re a gym bunny,” Yoongi snickers as the two cross the fitness center’s parking lot, nearly getting hit by a car driven by a lamb hybrid cutting through the lot.
“Isn’t that term only for girls?” Jungkook asks with a scrunch of his nose. He must drag Yoongi by the long sleeve of his dri-fit shirt to avoid getting run over by more cars.
“You’re literally a rabbit.”
“Not literally.”
“You’re half-rabbit.”
“I guess.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes and pushes the front door of the rec center open for Jungkook. His statement still isn’t entirely true, though understanding hybrids is difficult. They’re not quite half-human, half-animal, but something entirely separate.
The most disappointing part of being what they are, in Jungkook’s opinion, is that they can’t shapeshift. What is the point of having animal features if Jungkook can’t fully turn into a rabbit? It seems lame.
After scanning their student IDs at the information desk at the entrance of the fitness center, Jungkook leads Yoongi down a long hallway leading to the weight room. They pass the doors to the indoor pool and a few gymnasiums lined with bleachers. Most rooms are occupied by varsity athletes or students just there to have some casual fun with friends. Jungkook has made friends with other students who like working out; there usually isn’t a ton in the weight room. He supposes the stereotypes about prey not being particularly muscular prevent many from exploring the weightlifting world. It’s unfortunate; Jungkook doesn’t believe in letting societal norms dictate what he does with his body.
“They offer fitness classes?” Yoongi peers at a corkboard with announcements and class fliers tacked to it. The board is mounted on the wall just outside the weight room door.
“Yup! Yoga, different dance genres, martial arts, even some unique sports like archery and fencing,” Jungkook explains as he digs to the bottom of his backpack.
“Fencing sounds sick.” Yoongi jabs into the air like he’s holding a weapon, his sleek black tail vigorously flicking behind him.
Just inside the weight room entrance are a few rows of small lockers against the wall. Jungkook shoves his backpack inside one of them after taking out a combination lock and two insulated sports water bottles — one for himself and one for Yoongi (since Jungkook knew Yoongi would forget to bring his own).
“You should sign up for a class!” Jungkook hands Yoongi one of the bottles and gives him an encouraging smile. “I can go with you if you want, so you won’t be alone.”
Yoongi seems to contemplate the idea but quickly gets distracted by a group of domestic cat hybrids stepping past them to reach the half of the room that holds all the cardio equipment. That’s likely where Yoongi should begin his workout journey, but he has been insistent on learning how to lift weights. To get swole or whatever. Jungkook tries not to laugh.
“Let’s go this way,” Jungkook gently steers Yoongi toward the other side of the large room.
There are fewer workout machines on this side of the room, which is fine. Jungkook wants to teach Yoongi some basics about exercises he can do with his body weight and smaller weights he can hold without a spotter. For now, their gym sessions are about ensuring Yoongi feels confident and comfortable with what Jungkook has planned for him. The more intense exercises will come later.
Jungkook begins by showing Yoongi the correct posture for simple exercises like arm curls and squats. It doesn’t allow Jungkook to get much working out in, but he finds that he enjoys teaching Yoongi just as much as he enjoys working out on his own.
“Keep your toes pointed like this,” Jungkook demonstrates the correct way to squat, gesturing at his feet, “And angle your back like this,” he then gestures to the mirror wall in front of them to show Yoongi his form.
“How do you even know how to do all this?” Yoongi grunts as he picks up one of the weights and holds it while slowly easing into a standing squat.
“Youtube, mostly. And after a while, my kickboxing instructor helped with the stuff I didn’t pick up on my own. It just takes time to figure things out.”
Yoongi shakes his head slowly.
“You’re so different, Jungkook-ah. It’s good, though. Really good.”
Jungkook shrugs and pauses for a moment to have a sip of water. It’s pretty early on a Saturday morning, so few people are working out. Jungkook prefers to get his workouts in early so he has the rest of the day to do other things.
On most Saturday mornings, Jungkook doesn’t have much to do besides hanging out with friends or finishing homework since he doesn’t work his library shifts on the weekends. This morning is far different than most Saturday mornings, though. Jungkook has actual plans for the rest of the day, plans that make his stomach flutter just thinking about them.
Jungkook and Yoongi spend an hour in the weight room before Yoongi eventually taps out. He manages to last twice as long as Jungkook had expected, much to Jungkook’s excitement. Working out may seem simple, boring even, but something about being strong makes Jungkook feel euphoric. Perhaps it’s the endorphins, but he thinks it can’t just be that.
Regardless of the exact reason, he feels on top of the world as he drags Yoongi to the communal bathroom. He’s overcome with a slap-happy kind of energy he gains after pushing his body to its limit.
Quickly, he shows Yoongi how to work the showers and exchanges their sweaty workout clothes for the clean clothes they packed together before leaving their dorm. Yoongi only minimally complains about having to use a shower other people have used, and Jungkook manages not to spend an eternity shampooing his ears.
“I feel like I’m going to die,” Yoongi complains once they’re back in the fitness center lobby. He grips his water bottle like a lifeline and glares at Jungkook.
“What?” Jungkook grins as he scans their student IDs to notify the security system that they’re leaving the center. “You did such a good job! Now you can load up on some protein and take a nap.”
“I guess that sounds nice…” Yoongi mutters, taking his ID back from Jungkook and pulling the long sleeves of his sweater over his hands to protect them from the chilly autumn breeze when they step outside.
The morning sun is finally poking through the clouds. Jungkook flips the hood of his hoodie over his head and tightens the strings slightly, making the fabric scrunch around his face. Wet hair and a cool breeze are never a comfortable combination in autumn.
“Are you coming back home?” Yoongi asks as the two cut through the parking lot toward the west side of campus, where the prey dorms are.
Jungkook shakes his head and adjusts the straps on his backpack. Once they meet a fork in the road, Yoongi heads left while Jungkook twists to the right.
“I’m going to study at Venor…” Jungkook mumbles, eyes cast downward. When Yoongi doesn’t respond immediately, Jungkook peeks at him through his wet bangs.
Yoongi rolls his eyes, but his smile is genuine.
“Like a lovesick puppy, I swear to god.”
“Hyung!” Jungkook whines, kicking at a loose chunk of sidewalk with the toe of his Nikes.
“I’m just pointing out the obvious!”
With an exaggerated sigh, Jungkook throws his head back and stares at the sunrays muted by milky clouds.
“I’ll be home after, okay? You have to help me plan my project, anyway.”
Grumbling a reluctant agreement that isn’t as hesitant as he plays it off to be, Yoongi waves Jungkook away and heads toward the dormitories. Jungkook watches him go with fondness warming his chest even as the breeze springs up goosebumps along his skin.
Now that he’s alone, Jungkook takes his phone from the pocket of his hoodie. His stomach grumbles as he walks across campus, but he knows food will be waiting for him at the cafe. He opens his text conversation with Taehyung, rereading the last few texts they shared the night before.
vante95
did you fucking fall asleep on me
bun
damn it’s like that huh
making me quadruple-text you like a loser
see you tomorrow bun
sweet dreams 🐇
Smiling like an idiot, Jungkook nearly runs into a light pole when he veers to the right on the sidewalk. He’s saved by a stranger grabbing his arm and yanking him back on track.
“Oh, thank you,” Jungkook gasps, but the person is already walking away, shaking their head at his foolishness.
Maybe he is a lovesick puppy. He can barely keep himself together.
It only worsens as Jungkook approaches Venor Cafe, and his stomach falls slightly when he notices the lights are off inside and the sign hanging on the front door is still flipped to closed . Checking his phone, Jungkook frowns at the time. Taehyung opens the cafe at ten o’clock on Saturday mornings. It’s currently fifteen minutes past ten.
Taehyung is always on time.
Well, he was late to class that one time, but that was it! Otherwise, Taehyung is always early. Jungkook is the late one, always meandering even when he knows where he’s going, usually lost in some daydream he’s crafted that makes him lose himself in the clouds. Over the past few months, Jungkook has learned that Taehyung is firmly grounded, responsible and reliable.
Everything is fine, Jungkook tells himself as he waits at the corner of the cafe. There’s no need to jump to terrible conclusions about Taehyung’s welfare. He likely slept in.
With that thought in mind, Jungkook decides to call Taehyung. If he has overslept, perhaps a phone call will wake him up. Jungkook wouldn’t want him to get in trouble for being late.
Nerves make Jungkook tap his foot against the cracked sidewalk while the phone rings. Each ring’s tone reverberates through Jungkook’s body, zapping his nerves even more. When the automated voice message announces that Taehyung is unavailable, Jungkook feels like his entire body will vibrate off the side of the building.
“Hi, Tae. I’m at Venor, um, I can hang out for a bit, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Can you call me or text me…”
Jungkook trails off, and the automatic voicemail system eventually saves his message and hangs up due to inactivity. He doesn’t notice; his attention is on the two individuals approaching from the neighborhood's east side.
It takes everything in Jungkook’s power to stop himself from tapping his foot faster. He goes as far as stepping on one foot with the other, terrified of letting the predators notice how distressed he is.
“Well, look who it is,” Byungchul smirks as he speaks, his mouth pinching with ugly amusement that doesn’t reach his cold, dark eyes. “Our little bun.”
The snake hybrid beside Byungchul laughs, the sound nasally, more of a hiss than what Jungkook would recognize as genuine laughter. At first, Jungkook thinks the hybrid is Hoseok, but when the snake turns to him, Jungkook realizes he doesn’t recognize who he is.
There’s a war inside of Jungkook, one he was unaware of until he moved to Seoul. The independent, confident part of him wants to stand up to these predator bullies. He wants to snap at Byungchul, to tell him not to call him a nickname only Taehyung has ever used. He wants to tell Byungchul that he doesn’t care about whatever rude things he has to say.
Instincts, however, tell Jungkook to flee.
His mouth goes dry, and the euphoria he’d felt earlier drains from his system as every muscle in his body weakens. He thinks of Yoongi’s warnings about the aggressive behavior of predators and Suyun’s insistence that not all of them are bad.
“Byungchul has something wrong with him.”
Suyun’s voice echoes in Jungkook’s head as Byungchul advances, his silky wolf’s tail swaying side to side. It might be cute on someone else, but Jungkook’s automatic response is to flinch at the behavior.
“What’s wrong, bun?” Byungchul asks with a mocking pout. “Don’t tell me the cat’s got your tongue.”
The snake hybrid hisses again, scaly hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. He glitters red in the weak sunlight.
“I’m shocked Taehyung hasn’t torn him to pieces yet,” the snake’s voice slices through the breeze, sharp and clear.
“Same,” Byungchul turns to look at his friend when he talks. Jungkook doesn’t get much relief, Byungchul’s mean stare returning just as quickly as it left. “Our hyung should be careful. Unclaimed prey are fair game, aren’t they, Minsu?”
Unclaimed prey.
Jungkook doesn’t know what that means, but his body stiffens when Byungchul speaks. It sounds violent and possessive. Jungkook’s eyes fall on Byungchul’s sharp canines, and the cold floods his veins when he realizes Taehyung isn’t coming.
Jungkook will never tell anyone, but he runs.
The fear of being chased by Byungchul and his friend doesn’t leave a sweet taste of longing on his tongue like when he lets his mind wander to the strange desire for Taehyung to chase him. Instead, the fear tightens Jungkook’s chest until he has to stop running and bend at the waist, heaving as cold air freezes his lungs, making breathing painful. He grasps at his chest and rips his hood from his head to get rid of the claustrophobic feeling suffocating him.
When he closes his eyes, all he sees is Byungchul’s face shadowed by contempt.
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vante95
aw shit i forgot to set my alarm
sorry
you still there? gimme like 10 min
hey if you still wanna hang im here now
or we can meet up after my shift? lmk
hey bun where do you want to meet?
im done now
fuck im sorry i was late but i still want to go with you today
are you ok?
Jungkook tosses his phone on the coffee table and snuggles deeper into the blankets he has wrapped around himself on the couch. Yoongi stares at him from the other end of the couch with a suspicious look, but he doesn’t push Jungkook to explain what has gotten him so shaken up, and for that, Jungkook is grateful.
“Can I do anything for you, Jungkookie?”
Yoongi’s tail swats the back of the couch in a steady rhythm that Jungkook finds strangely comforting.
“No.”
“Nothing at all?”
Jungkook shakes his head.
With a sigh, Yoongi stands up. He gives Jungkook a look that is both frustrated and endeared. Jungkook is sure it’s an expression only Yoongi could master.
“Can I at least feed you? I was thinking of making fried chicken in the air fryer.” Yoongi waits, not discouraged when Jungkook stares off into space. “It’ll be really crispy.”
Jungkook sighs like Yoongi had. His gaze slides from the blank TV screen to Yoongi’s soft expression.
“Yes, hyung. That would be nice.”
Pleased to have a purpose, Yoongi heads to their small kitchen to prepare the chicken. He calls out if Jungkook also wants rice or noodles, and Jungkook can’t say no to carbs, no matter how upset he is.
It isn’t just that Byungchul encroached on Jungkook’s personal space and clearly tried to intimidate him. What has Jungkook more disturbed is what Byungchul said about Taehyung. The two predators are friends. Wouldn’t Byungchul know Taehyung well? So what is all this talk about Taehyung being, well, a predator?
Jungkook may have spent significant time with Taehyung in class and at Venor, but today was supposed to be the first time they hung out alone. Taehyung had agreed to go to the art museum with him since Suyun is busy. Now, Jungkook isn’t sure if he feels like he wants to. He’s not sure if he can.
A knock on their front door startles Jungkook out of his stupor. His voice is weak when he calls out to Yoongi, “Hyung, is that for you?”
Yoongi’s head pops out of the kitchen doorway to look at Jungkook, who is still sitting in the living room.
“Jungkook, I have, like, two friends, and you’re one of them.”
“Okay, but same,” Jungkook admits, nose scrunching with confusion. The knock at the door could be Suyun, but she’s with Jackson and his family this weekend. Besides, she would have texted Jungkook if she planned to come over.
“Can you get it for me?” Yoongi shouts from the kitchen.
Part of Jungkook thinks Yoongi probably could get the door himself, but instead, he’s forcing Jungkook to get off the couch. It’s fine. Jungkook does what his hyung wants, even if he keeps a blanket wrapped around his body as he drags his feet to the door. For a brief moment, he wonders if it might be Byungchul. The thought sets Jungkook’s heart into overdrive, thumping in his chest like his foot wants to thump against the floor.
A predator stands on the other side of the door, but it isn’t Byungchul.
“Bun, what happened?” Taehyung rushes to speak before Jungkook has a chance to say anything. “I called and texted you.”
Taehyung looks disheveled. His curls are frizzy and sitting a bit higher than usual on his head, as if a gust of wind had hit him and he didn’t try to smooth his hair back down. His white t-shirt is wrinkled beneath the light blue jean jacket he has on, one sleeve pushed up while the other hangs down at his wrist. Jungkook tries not to stare at how long his legs look in his skinny jeans or how cute his leather boots are — an outfit so different than Taehyung’s usual look. He’s dressed like he’s planning to go out, and technically, he is.
Jungkook drops his chin to stare at his own body, loose sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt hanging on his frame in a rather unflattering way underneath his blanket. He was supposed to be dressed to go out, too.
“Byungchul said I’m unclaimed prey,” Jungkook blurts out. His voice wobbles, and he turns away when Taehyung’s eyes narrow. The look is scary and makes Jungkook feel like he’s done something wrong.
“He said what ?”
Taehyung’s voice is gravelly, nearly a growl. The sound of it makes Jungkook’s skin prickle and draws goosebumps up his arms. Behind a twinge of fear, a tiny bit of heat stirs in Jungkook’s stomach.
“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?” Yoongi appears behind Jungkook, brandishing a pair of greasy tongs.
Jungkook isn’t sure if Yoongi is holding the tongs simply because he forgot to put them down or if he’s planning to use them as a weapon. It’s silly either way.
Yoongi’s question reminds Jungkook that predators aren’t allowed to be on the prey’s side of campus and they definitely aren’t allowed in prey dormitories. It’s one of the highest offenses a predator student can make.
“Come on, before someone sees you,” Jungkook urges, grabbing Taehyung by the arm to pull him inside.
It’s strange having Taehyung in his dorm. He looks too big, an oppressive presence barely contained by the tight space of the entryway. Yoongi stares at Taehyung with suspicion, still clutching the tongs. Taehyung eyes them, and Jungkook is shocked to see Yoongi’s cheeks flush.
“I’m making fried chicken…” Yoongi mumbles, quickly looking away from Taehyung to stare at Jungkook with wide eyes.
“Oh, um, this is Yoongi, my roommate,” Jungkook gestures toward the cat hybrid, “And this is Taehyung. Uh, you know.”
Perhaps if the situation wasn’t so tense, Taehyung would have used this as an opportunity to tease Jungkook. Instead, Taehyung stares at Jungkook with a heavy gaze that weighs on Jungkook almost worse than the stress of confronting Byungchul alone.
“What happened, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks quietly. The question is deceptively calm.
Sensing their stress, Yoongi slowly inches toward the kitchen.
“I’m… going to finish… cooking…” Yoongi mumbles before disappearing through the door. Neither Jungkook nor Taehyung pays him any mind.
“I was waiting for you,” Jungkook doesn’t mean to sound accusatory, but his tone comes out that way regardless. “He was there with one of his friends and said…”
Wrapping the blanket tighter around himself, Jungkook takes a deep breath. To his credit, Taehyung stands with his hands in his pockets and waits patiently despite the anger simmering just below the surface of his relaxed demeanor.
“Well, first his friend said you would, you would…”
“I would what?” Taehyung’s nostrils flare, but he keeps his mouth shut beyond the probing question.
“His friend said you’d tear me apart,” Jungkook whispers, “And then Byungchul said you needed to be careful because I’m unclaimed prey.”
Taehyung barks a cruel laugh, loud with an edge that makes Jungkook’s body tingle. His ears fall flat, and his tail flicks much like Yoongi’s when he’s irritated.
“The son of a bitch.”
“What does it mean?”
Taehyung shakes his head, and his gaze falls to stare at the space between them.
“It doesn’t matter what it means.”
Stomping his foot, Jungkook lets out a tiny, frustrated growl. It’s not intimidating in the least bit, even though Jungkook thinks he seems tough. Despite being furious, the corners of Taehyung’s mouth twitch in amusement.
“It does matter. They were talking about me, so I deserve to know what they were saying.”
With a sigh, Taehyung rolls his shoulders and lets his arms hang limply at his sides. After taking a deep breath, the hard lines of his face soften until he looks much calmer.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with them,” Taehyung begins, holding up his hand when Jungkook starts to protest, “And I want to make it very clear that I would never do anything to hurt you. I swear on my life, bun. I am not like that.”
Jungkook nods. Instinctually, he wants to burrow in his blankets and hide from this conversation, but he knows he needs to have it to decide if he can trust Taehyung in the future. He wants to believe that Taehyung won’t hurt him, but nothing makes sense anymore. Honestly, nothing made sense even before.
“Unclaimed prey…” Taehyung inhales sharply, his tone deepening when he spits out, “God, Byungchul is such a bitch.”
“Taehyung…” Jungkook calls out softly.
“Sorry,” Taehyung nods, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. “Some predators who grow… fond of certain prey like to… claim them as their own, so other predators know not to pursue them, I guess you could say.”
Jungkook shifts on his feet, eyes dropping because he’s finding it too difficult to look Taehyung in the face. This conversation is making him uneasy, but not in the way Taehyung likely thinks.
“I’m really sorry, bun,” Taehyung takes a step forward and slowly holds out his hands as though he’s afraid Jungkook will run away if he moves too quickly. “I wish I had been there. I would have—”
“It’s not your fault.”
Jungkook lets Taehyung rest his hands on his shoulders and lightly squeeze them. It isn’t the hug Jungkook wants, but he has a feeling that this is a lot for Taehyung, who seems far more reserved than all of Jungkook’s other friends.
“How do predators…”
“They scent them, usually,” Taehyung answers so Jungkook doesn’t have to finish asking.
His hands are hot, the warmth bleeding through Jungkook’s blanket and shirt enough that Jungkook can feel it on his skin. It’s comforting, especially when Taehyung is close enough for Jungkook to breathe in his scent, even though it’s spiked and bitter with anger.
Jungkook stares up at Taehyung with wide eyes and tries to ignore the heat building in his body.
“Will you scent me?”
Taehyung’s fingers flex around Jungkook’s shoulders, and he inhales sharply. His feline eyes search Jungkook’s face like he’s waiting for there to be more to Jungkook’s question. When nothing else comes, he wets his lips and squeezes Jungkook again.
“I don’t think you fully understand what you’re asking of me.”
“I understand enough,” Jungkook challenges, brows furrowed and nose scrunched.
Taehyung stares at Jungkook for a bit longer. Jungkook is about to snap at him for acting as though he’s stupid when Taehyung slips his fingers around the edge of the blanket and slowly pulls it away from Jungkook’s shoulders. The soft fabric pools around Jungkook’s elbows, exposing the top half of his torso. Despite his sweatshirt, Jungkook shivers from the exposure.
With gentle, intentional movements, Taehyung reaches up to cradle the side of Jungkook’s face. His fingers brush against Jungkook’s floppy bunny ears and Jungkook has to bite his bottom lip so he won’t make noise. Keeping quiet becomes more difficult when Taehyung leans in, tilting his face down while angling Jungkook’s head up and to the side. Using his other hand, Taehyung curls his fingers around the collar of Jungkook’s sweater and pulls it back while dragging his nose up the length of Jungkook’s neck.
Jungkook inhales sharply, letting go of his blanket to grab the lapels of Taehyung’s jacket instead. His skin tingles as Taehyung repeatedly nuzzles his neck, each time starting at his collarbone and trailing up to the edge of his jaw. After a few agonizing seconds, Taehyung presses a light kiss on the soft spot just below Jungkook’s ear.
Before Jungkook can speak, Taehyung lifts Jungkook’s head back to nuzzle the front of Jungkook’s throat, then swipes around to repeat the scenting process on the other side of Jungkook’s neck.
Taehyung finishes scenting that side of Jungkook’s neck with a kiss, too, and Jungkook’s stomach swoops so severely that his body trembles.
“How do you feel?” Taehyung asks quietly, pulling back far enough for them to look each other in the eyes. He doesn’t move his hands from the side of Jungkook’s neck and the back of his head.
“G-Good.”
Taehyung’s dark eyes drop to Jungkook’s mouth where Jungkook has bitten his bottom lip.
“I need to scent you every time you come to Venor, okay?” It’s a question, but Taehyung speaks it like a command. Jungkook is more than willing to accept it.
“And I’ll scent you, too,” Jungkook says, gently tugging at Taehyung’s jacket lapels, only just realizing he’s still got an iron grip on them.
Taehyung’s eyes widen, and he steps back, making Jungkook stumble forward against his chest.
“You, it’s, the scenting is to protect you,” Taehyung sputters.
It’s the first time Jungkook has seen Taehyung so shy and unsure of himself. It’s cute, and it makes Jungkook feel a little cocky to know he’s the cause of it.
“But I want to do it, too,” Jungkook tugs on Taehyung’s lapels again, “And it’s not fair that your scent is on me, but mine isn’t on you, is it?”
There’s no way for Taehyung to argue against that logic. Silent, he nods and holds still when Jungkook grabs his shoulders to balance himself as he stands on his tiptoes to reach Taehyung’s neck more easily.
Taehyung’s skin is soft against Jungkook’s lips. Scenting doesn’t go as smoothly when Jungkook does it compared to Taehyung. Jungkook is slightly clumsy as he nuzzles Taehyung, his movements not as sure. A twinge of jealousy pierces Jungkook’s chest when he realizes Taehyung must be good at scenting because he’s scented someone else in the past.
Chasing that thought away, Jungkook focuses on the smell of Taehyung’s skin. It must not matter that he doesn’t know what he’s doing because Taehyung’s breath hitches when Jungkook kisses the corner of his jaw. His large hands fall on Jungkook’s waist to help hold him steady when he switches sides. It feels nice to have the pressure and warmth of Taehyung against his body. Jungkook tries to avoid getting lost in it. Finished, he forces himself to finally step back, letting his arms fall as Taehyung’s do.
“There,” Jungkook says with a smile, that fuzzy euphoric feeling he had earlier in the day returning to him.
Taehyung clears his throat and looks off to the side, “Yeah.”
If it weren’t for the pink blush spreading across Taehyung’s cheeks and the way his tail swishes behind him, Jungkook would think the tiger was angry.
“Do you still want to go to the art museum?” Jungkook asks as he gathers his blanket from the floor. He keeps his face neutral when Taehyung clears his throat again, but inside, he’s a mess of butterflies and somersaults.
“Sure, I’m down.”
“Okay! I just need to get dressed. You can wait in the living room.”
“Cool, cool.” Taehyung nods a few times and awkwardly follows Jungkook down the hall, plopping onto the couch that Jungkook gestures for him to sit on.
Jungkook hides the bottom half of his face in his bunched-up blanket, so Taehyung can’t see him smile, and spins around to scurry to his bedroom. This time, the nerves making his body tremble are from excitement, not fear.
As Jungkook strips his clothes and looks for something cute to wear, he can’t help but notice that his own natural floral scent smells lovely mixed with Taehyung’s. He wonders if Taehyung thinks so, too.
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On The Run MYG
Synopsis - Your father hires a piano tutor to get you into the musical arts. Coming from money, your almost instantly drawn in by your tutor, and more or less he feels the same way.
Pairing - Yandere! Yoongi x AFAB! Reader
Tags and Warnings - Consensual Sex, Harm towards Reader, Cigarettes getting put out on skin, death, mention of drugs, guns, yandere tendencies, gaslighting, manipulation
Authors Note - I'm actually kind of proud of this! I might rebrand as a general like horror fanfic author.
A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!
Piano.
Something that you never seen yourself picking up. But with your father's new pursuit to keep you as a renaissance child, you had no choice.
This what led you to sitting while your father spoke to your new teacher. He looked mean, but every once in a while you'd sneak a small glance at him. He was kind of attractive in the natural light that poured through the large windows of your kitchen.
“I trust that she'll exceed expectations. Isn't that right honey?”
“Yes sir.”
“Built off respect and patience. Exactly what's needed for such a refined practice.” Your father kept gushing. “Isn't that right Mr. Min?”
“Yes, now we'll be set up in the living room. If you need us, we'll be there.” You shivered under Mr. Min's touch. His hand on your shoulder as he ushered for you to go. You followed his lead and sat on the couch. He planted next too you, the smell of wood taking over. “Can you read sheet music?”
You snapped from your rushing imagination. You shook your head no, watching as the man's slender fingers went to his bag. He pulled out a small binder. He sat next to you and sat the binder on both of your laps. Your breath left your body, senses becoming more prevenlent than ever. For instance you saw your father sit on the loveseat in front of you, watching your every move.
“Stop being so squeamish. Carry yourself with pride.” Your father chastised. Yoongi let out a grunt head shooting up and eyeing daggers at the man. “Fine. I'll leave you two alone.”
Mr. Min cleared his throat before continuing to flip the pages within binder. “You know majorly of these are self composed. You wouldn't be learning the classics, is that alright with you?” Your tutor spoke, voice laced with silk. You nodded once again obediently. “Your so quiet, it's cute.”
Your mind began to race once again.
Does he find you attractive?
“I hope that's not a issue…” You mumbled. Mr. Min chuckled opening the rings of his binder, and pulling out a laminated sonnet. He closed both the binder and the rings placing the binder next to him on the couch. He replaced the spot with the single page, giving you a slight smile.
“Its not. Don't worry. Now are you ready for your first lesson?”
🎹
“Here's the check for this months lessons Mr. Min.” You handed the envelope filled with bills, now having the lessons being taught exclusively at his place. He'd pick you up every other day and have his lesson for 4 hours before dropping you back off. Having done this led you to form a sort of bond with your teacher.
He'd have you play on the keyboard in his room, which you were sat in right now, having finished another lesson with Mr. Min. He took the money from your hand and smiled setting it on the piano itself. “Before we go, I want to talk to you about something.”
“Hmm?”
Mr. Min's hand went to touch and rub at your thigh. The white frilly dress your father made you wear, rode up. “I know how you look at me. How your breath hitches anytime I touch you. Hell even how you squirm anytime I pick you up.”
“You do?” You say, voice now small and you look everywhere but your teacher.
“Mhm. Do you like me sweetheart? Like, romantically like me?”
“Umm. I guess… Are you going to tell my dad?” You ask quickly looking at Mr. Min. He let out a small laugh, his hand how moving in slow circular motions. It was soothing, your rushing mind now slowed.
“No, of course not. Your just about a grown woman, being 19. It's okay to have secrets. This is between us.” And with that he pecked your lips, keeping his there longer than usual. Slowly he pulled away, pink gloss now on his own. “I like you the same way.”
You couldn't be more ecstatic. This was a entire new territory, you never even interacted with a man that's interested in you romantically. Well besides the suitors your father tried to put you with. The entire situation felt so scandalous, and you loved it. “I'm… can you kiss me again Mr. Min?”
“Yoongi, and of course.”
🎹
Ever since that day you and Yoongi have been doing everything except play the piano. He'd shown you his sort of “recreational” room. Yoongi had shown u a whole new world, one filled with drugs and sex.
“Your beautiful.” Yoongi complimented thumb brushing over your cheek. You laid on top of him, looking deep into his eyes. The connection between the two of you, more connected than ever. “I'm so happy you're in my life.” He pursed his lips signaling for you to grab his cigarette from the nearby ash tray. This had become a common practice you placing the cigarette in between his lips and him pulling you down to kiss the smoke into your mouth.
“Oh Yoongi, I couldn't agree more.” You lived your life in this dreamlike state, carrying yourself within the state of the relationship. “I love you so much.”
“Prove it. Get rid of that dress, I want to see you.” You did as he asked, sitting up on top of him. You went to the skirt of your dress, pulling up and your white lacy bra and panty set exposed to the world. Yoongis hands almost immediately went to the rest of your dress, helping you slip it over your head. “Climb off me real quick, I want you to see me too.”
Once again you obediently, moved back on couch watching intently as the scene in front of you unfolded. Yoongi pulled off his shirt and pants, skin shinning in the purple florescent lights of his room. Finally he pulled off his boxers, cock already hard for you. The whole situation reminded you of the first time Yoongi had taken you.
He walked up close to you, standing over your seated form. Yoongis hand went to your cheek, doing that same slow caress that brought you so much comfort. His thumb trailed to your mouth, almost instantly you sucking on it seductively. You knew how much he loved it when you acted flirty with him. He'd told you that it turned him on so much to have you show that you want him.
Yoongis other hand went to the bas did his length, slowly stroking himself. His dyed blonde hair hung over his face, eyes watching your every move. “I want you to suck me off.”
“Just like I always do?”
“Just like you always do.”
With that he removed his thumb replacing it with his cock. Your wrapped your tongue around his head, leaving small kisses on the tip. Yoongi groaned out pushing himself deep into your throat, his finger going for your throat. He usually tapped as a warning to relax, before he took control of your movements.
And you did, taking Yoongi into your mouth, your throat becoming nothing but a you for your boyfriend. And you couldn't have it any other way. His domineering presence has so much of an effect on you , so much to a degree that you'd allow him to do anything and you'd do anything for him. “Your so pretty, so good for me.” He groaned out thrusting into your face. Anytime he spoke he'd take his cigarette out of his mouth and then immediately put it back in. You'd watch him daggle it from his lips, your panties becoming more and more soaked by the second.
You kept looking up, holding back small gags. You hummed around him knowing yet another thing he loved from you. And god that nearly sent him over the edge, his grip on your hair getting tighter. Yoongi let go of your hair, slipping his now soaked length out of your mouth. He let the tip sit on your puffy lips, dribbles of pre falling them. “Why'd you stop?” You asked innocently.
“I want to cum inside of you baby.” He said moving away, making a small nod for you to take off the rest of your clothes. In which you did, your bra unclasping so that, your breasts could be exposed to your lover. Next you slid down your panties, almost teasing Yoongi. He let out a small chuckle before grabbing your ankle, and pulling your body towards him. He looked at the inside of your thighs seeing the burn marks he leaves from putting his cigarettes out on you. And hey he added another one, putting out his lit cigarette on your thigh, only for him rub at it soothingly. “I'm about to go in baby, tell em when your ready for me to start thrusting once I'm in okay?” You nodded in compliance.
Almost immediately he sunk himself inside of you. Yoongi sat inside of you for a moment. His arms framed your body as he leaned down to place a chaste kids on your lips.
“I'm ready.” You breathily moan out. And Yoongi doesn't back down, pulling out and thrusting himself back in. His pace was rough yet slow and he usually enjoyed drawing our both of your orgasms. He laid open mouth kisses to your ankle. “You feel so good Yoon- AH!” You moaned especially loud. He knew exactly what spot to hit repeatedly.
“I want to take you away baby… will you allow me to do that?”
“Yes! Anything! You feel so good….I love you.” You mumbled out in a string of groans. The way Yoongi looked down at you, filled you with such a genuine feeling of love.
“I want to keep you all to myself- shit I'm about to cum- you want me to cum inside you?!” His pace began to flatter as he neared both his and yours shared orgasm. You nodded quickly as your vision blurred with both white and the perfect sight of your boyfriend. And then you felt it. Both his and yours shared releases.
Yoongi came to a complete stop before falling on top you. His hands cupped at your face before he made out passionately with you. He pulled away, not before spitting in your mouth, reminding you of your place beneath him.
“Just you wait baby, I have so much planned for you.”
🎹
By the time you were dropped back off, it was dark out. You knew your father would be mad at you for being out so late. The entire time you sat in the car, Yoongis hand brushed over your exposed thigh. He had yet another loose cigarette hanging from his mouth as he drove.
When the two of you pulled into the yard, your father was already standing there with a stern look on his face. “Get inside. Now. Me and Mr. Min need to have a talk.”
“Yes sir.” You said meekly stepping inside and scurrying up to your room. You immediately went to your window and opened it up a crack just to hear what your father would tell the new found love of your life.
“What we're you thinking, bringing her back so late?!” Your father immediately yelled.
“Practice ran late, you have to understand things happen.”
Your father's hand went to the cigarette hanging in Yoongis mouth. He yanked it out and held it Infront of Yoongis face. “Do you fucking smoke around my daughter?!” He yelled, then stomping it out.
“Is that a problem?”
“I should've known not to take a recommendation for her. Your bad news, I'm getting a new teacher. Don't you ever come near her am I understood?” Your father said rasing his voice yet again.
“Your going to regret that. You just don't even know where the hell have I ‘came’ when it comes to her.” You gasped, covering your mouth. You were certain that Yoongi had just hinted to your father of what the two of you have been doing.
“Get the fuck out of my yard. I'll call the cops of I even hear about you being in my neighborhood.” With that your father walked away and you heard the front door slam shut. You stayed at the window and watched as Yoongis facade faded.
He went to his car and slumped back. He looked up at you, seeing that loose smirk that always gave you butterflies. Yoongi looked directly at you before pulling off.
🎹
BANG!
You shot up in a cold sweat as you heard a loud bang downstairs. The ground was cold as you got up from your bed. Everything was still, you quietly made your way to your bedroom door. Your night gown dragged as you made your way down the dark hall.
“Baby…” A singsong voice rang out from down stairs. You knew exactly who it was. Yoongi, your saviour. You quickly made your way downstairs and ran into Yoongis chest, arms wrapping around him.
“Yoongi! I- I thought I'd never see you again. What are you doing here?! My father is going to k-” Yoongi placed a finger on your lips.
He took your hand and led you further into the house. Through the kitchen, all the way to the side door that leads into the garage. On the way there you saw broken vases and signs of struggling. He pushed the door open and you nearly screamed at the sight.
Your father was tied up beaten to a bruised pulp on the ground. He had a rag in his mouth and all you could do was gasp and shake. Your fathers eyes widened as he met your own, his yells muffled. Yoongi can't help but let out a small chuckle at the situation. All you wanted to do was run to your father's aid but Yoongi made sure to keep you in a vice grip. “No! Yoongi let go! Let go please I need to help him!
He pulled you towards your body, Yoongi placing a hand on the small of your back. “No. You don't want that. You want freedom, you told me yourself. You want for me to take you away, and there's only one way to do that.”
Yoongi pushed a gun into your empty hand. A gun you'd seen rarely, something he told you he's rarely even shown you. He only shown it to you just to prove that he can protect you.
You trembled as Yoongi pushed your hand, pushing the end of the gun to your father's head. All he did was scream and cry out. Yoongi let go of your arm as he kneeled down next to your father's body. “Shes going to kill you ya know? She's just so loyal to me. Plus why would she side with a man whose done nothing but treat her like a child?” Yoongi pushed your father, teasingly. His hand then ment to your nightgown as he pushed up exposing your cigarette bruised thighs. “And look at that? You know what that is? That's me, marking your daughter as my own.”
“Now. Shoot him.”
“I… I can't!” You cried out.
“Why not?!”
“Hes my dad, I… I can't please Yoongi.”
“Fine I'll do it myself.” Yoongi took the gun from your shaking hand and almost immediately pointed it back to your father's head and pulled the trigger.
You screamed out as your father's blood shot onto your feet and legs. You fell to his side crying into his slowly freezing body. Yoongis hand went to your hair, and he pulled you back connecting the both of your lips. He groaned into your mouth, and pulled away slowly.
“Now that's done, go pack your things. Your coming back with me.”
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