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Chapter 37: I Need You...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult content/Adult language

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3331

Hybe Lawncare and Landscaping…how may I help you?

His voice alone makes me so wet, I don’t respond immediately, a mixture of lust, love, and nervousness takes my voice.

Hello?

“H-hi, Namjoon? This is Tia.”

I can hear shuffling in the background, like fabric rubbing together, then him whispering ‘damn, bro’.

“HEY! Hey, Tia…my bad, I dropped the phone.”

I can’t help but snicker at his cuteness before saying, “Are you busy? I can call back at a better time.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m not busy at all.”

“Oh okay. What are you up to?”

The guys, satisfied that we are finally speaking, drift away from the kitchen to do their own thing, leaving me to speak in private.

“Nothing much, just took a shower, getting ready to wind down for the night. What are you up to?”

“I’m actually about to go shower myself. I’ve just been sitting around since my therapy session earlier.”

“Oh yeah, how did it go? How are you feeling?”

We speak about my session, I disclose what I’ve been struggling with, and I fill him in about the nut that was stalking me. He was surprised about my situation, yet very empathetic. Having a stalker and going through this nightmare is not something I would typically share after just meeting someone, but I feel he deserves to know what he’s getting into. And if I’m being honest, he is not like a regular ‘someone’ and speaking to him, hearing his voice dripping with a protective tone makes me feel comfortable to share. There’s something about these men, including Namjoon, that makes me want to bare my soul to them, hiding nothing. I find comfort in the concern in his voice and answer any questions he has regarding the situation. 

“But enough about that.  How was the rest of your day?”

“It was good. I was able to get all of my business cards passed out, you know, leaving some on doors or in mailboxes, conversed with some potential clients, and even lined up some jobs.”

“Nice! That is a good day, indeed. How long have you been a landscaper?”

“Uh, not too long, actually. I left my executive position at a prominent company earlier this year. It just wasn’t for me anymore, you know?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I’m glad you created an opportunity to leave,” I encourage him and find a chance to dig a little deeper. “Does your significant other support your decision?”

“Ha, that was smooth. Ummm, no…no she didn’t. We broke up a couple of years prior. She prioritized status, reputation, and money over my happiness and mental wellness.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m not. Things between her and I hadn’t been good for a very long time. I think even me toying with the idea of changing my career was just the last straw, you know?”

“Absolutely, I get it.”

“So, Tia…what do you do?”

We speak a bit longer, getting the basic ‘get to know you’ questions out of the way before I admit that I’m wanting to see him. 

“I’m really enjoying talking to you. I can’t wait to see you again.”

“I’m enjoying talking to you as well. So, you know that I’m single. What about you? The men that are at your house, ummm…”

“Honestly, I don’t know if I’m single. I don’t feel single, but I also don’t feel like I’m not allowed to see other people. I guess it’s like an open relationship, but none of us have made anything official. We’re just kinda going with the flow of things. They are here now, I love them, we have sex, and I want them to stay. We haven’t talked about what this is just yet but I don’t mind answering any questions you may have, though. I like you, Namjoon, and I want you to know everything upfront before we go any further… IF you even want to go further. I mean, feel drawn to you and would love to see where things go but we come as a package deal. As I said before, I love talking to you and would like to see you again soon, but I understand if you need time to think this over.”

I know that this is a bold statement to make, seeing as I’ve only known these men for a short duration of time, but I feel it, deep within my soul that this thing is real. This supernatural connection between us is strong and the pull to these men feels like destiny. I take a deep breath awaiting his response, the short pause has me on edge and I find that I’m no longer breathing until he speaks again.

“I can be there in 45?”

With a huge, yet silent sigh I reply, “REALLY?! Are you sure? I mean, this is all so strange, even for me. I would completely understand if you think this is too much.”

Of course, some things never change, as I’m trying to give him an ‘out’ even though he’s making it known that he wants to try.

“It does seem unconventional, but I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything in my entire life. This pull to you has surpassed me wanting you, I need you. I need to see you.”

“Okay! See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

After hanging up, I scramble up the stairs, falling up the last two.

“He’s coming! He’s coming over!”

I’m yelling out to the others and run into the bedroom to find Jungkook getting ready for work. Taehyung is sitting in the chair, which seems to be his favorite seat, talking to Jungkook and Jimin while carelessly browsing through his phone. Jungkook smiles at me, then starts to laugh, scrunching his nose in the cutest way. 

Taehyung laughs a similar amused laugh and whispers, “Cute.”

Jimin, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, takes me into his arms, halting my stride.

“Are you that excited, beautiful?”

“Yes, I am,” I say, not denying it, bouncing from excitement.

“What time is he coming?”

“Now,” I turn to answer Jungkook, Jimin now hugging me from behind. “He’s on his way but he lives 45 minutes away so I’ll still have time to shower.”

When I turn to look back up to Jimin, he brushes a few strands of hair from my forehead before placing a kiss there. My features are soft and relaxed, my eyes close lazily as his hands move down my face to gently pinch my cheeks. I mimic Jungkook’s nose scrunch, causing him to laugh then place a kiss on my lips. He then lets me go, guiding me past him and through the threshold of the bathroom by my wrist.

“Go get ready,” he says after smacking a firm hand to my ass.

“Yes, sir,” seductively drips from my lips, almost instinctively. The effect that simple statement has on Jimin is evident, from the way he bites his bottom lip to his eyes rolling back before closing shut.

When I begin to undress, all eyes immediately fall on me, which doesn’t make me nervous at all, but the butterflies in my stomach take flight anyway. Jungkook grabs his watch from the side table, and begins putting it on without looking down. Taehyung has turned to rest his chin on the arm of the chair, his arms dangling over the side, his phone swinging between the fingertips of his index finger and thumb. Jimin is still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed against his chest while eyeing me hungrily. I continue to bare myself before ending the show by stepping into the shower, and the men continue with what they are doing. Before Jimin can walk too far away, I pop my head out and call out to him, “You coming?”

There is a darkness behind his eyes, as his smile spreads across his face, that I’ve not seen before but I’m determined to figure out what I need to do to see it again. When he is undressed, I open the door to invite him, AND the monster reaching up to his belly button, inside as steam billows out. The way his eyes examine every inch of me has me dripping in anticipation. As soon as he closes the door behind him, I pull him into me, receiving his warmth to my front to combat the heat from the water on my back. My arms hang lazily around his neck and his wrap around my back while we look into each other’s eyes.

“Are you intentionally trying me? You staring into my eyes like this just does something to me.”

“Something like what?”

He doesn’t have to say anything as his dick jumps against my stomach, the feeling igniting the burn in my belly. Tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes, Jimin takes my lips, pulling me tighter against his body and I allow my body to fall into him. This kiss is electrifying, sending chills from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.

NAMJOON’S POV

Excitedly, I get dressed in casual house clothes. I had just gotten out of the shower and was getting ready for bed when she called. Unsure of what I should bring with me, I only grab my phone, wallet, and keys before setting out on this cool, night drive. 

Zooming down the interstate, I let the windows down to allow the wind to dry my still damp hair. Comfort fills my heart as I drive, the feeling of going home after being away for too long.

What’s funny is, I knew she wasn’t alone, even before she told me the guys were still there. I can’t explain it, but I could feel them...their presence. Is it weird that I don’t find it weird… the arrangement they have? Different, sure, but I don’t mind it. Me potentially being the fourth man in her life doesn’t bother me in the slightest, and with the way the others welcomed me earlier, it felt more inviting than basic hospitality.

I’m trying to stay under the speed limit but I can’t wait to get to her, to have her in my arms, and feel my lips on hers. It’s like I already know how they feel, how they taste, but I’m wanting more of the warmth I’ve never had. I’m imagining what she likes, her favorites…from food to candy, to movies, to music, to art, to sexual positions. How would she feel under the weight of me? Does she like it fast or slow? Can she handle all of me?

“Fuck.”

I really need to cool it and concentrate on the road instead of the different ways I’d like to contort Tia’s body into.

Taehyung’s POV

“Hey, how are you feeling? Did you get enough sleep today?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m good but I’ll grab an energy drink on my way. I’m glad this is my last night shift for a little while, though. I hate having to leave you guys,” Jungkook answers.

We chat comfortably for a bit as Jungkook gathers his things to leave.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the night? Tryna jump in with Jimin?”

I chuckle for a second before responding, “Nah… not tonight unless that’s what they want. I might watch, but I think Tia spending time with Jimin is important. Plus, Namjoon is on his way, so I may just chill with Jimin when he gets here, you know? Let them get acquainted.”

“This is crazy, isn’t it?” He looks at me with the brightest smile. “This thing we have with Tia, with each other…I never want to leave…Never want it to end.”

I know where he’s coming from and I feel the same way. Now that he mentions it, I think this may be the right time to ask about last night.

“So, I know we are all trying to figure out what we want this to be, but last night…”

“Yeah, things got a little heated, huh?” 

As if the thought hit him like a ton of bricks, he says, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Did I overstep, bro? I wasn’t thinking and just got caught in the moment. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable, I just…”

“Jungkook…”

He stops his rambling, my voice pulling him out of his panic.

“...no, no, no. I didn’t feel uncomfortable and you didn’t overstep. It was amazing. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. I feel a similar connection to you and Jimin as I do with Tia. Does this make us bisexual? Pansexual? I’ve never done anything like this before.”

I take in a full breath and hold it there as Jungkook stands to look into my eyes, inches away from my face.

“Why do we have to put a label on it? Can’t we just love each other and talk about what we’re down for? Where our boundaries are? Let’s just do what makes us happy, huh?”

Jungkook’s arm snakes around the small of my back, pulling me closer to place a kiss on my lips. Then he pulls away slightly to peer at me again, making sure I was okay with the sudden contact but also awaiting my response.

“Yeah, I like that idea. We should come up with a safe word, too.”

“That sounds like a plan. Let’s discuss it with the others… tomorrow?”

“Okay,” I reply as he’s slowly releasing me. He pecks my lips again, then disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. When he returns, he’s cheesing like a cheshire cat which has already piqued my interest, but when he shakes his head and continues down the stairs. I HAVE to know what is going on in there so I take a seat in my favorite chair after adjusting the angle just right, so that I can sit and watch, just as they close the shower door behind them.

Jungkook’s POV

After we all leave Tia to speak to Namjoon on the phone, I unfortunately have to start getting ready for work. We all may as well be living here as we rarely leave, except for work, and our clothes and other items are slowly accumulating, Tia finding a specific place for our stuff to go. Several of my uniforms are hanging in one of the guest bedrooms down the hall from the main bedroom. I'm also noticing how Tia has begun speaking, using ‘ours’ and ‘we’ a lot more often. 

I love the idea of this, of us all being in one place, but none of our places are large enough to accommodate everyone. I’m thinking of having a conversation with Tia being that I don’t want to assume anything. I want to make sure I’m not doing too much by being around everyday or having my things here. Yes, she pulled out extra toothbrushes and necessities for us and doesn’t seem to mind, but I just want to make sure.

As I’m getting dressed, Taehyung and Jimin keep me company while giving Tia her privacy to converse with Namjoon downstairs. We chat comfortably, like we’ve known each other for years… decades, even. Seated on the edge of the bed, I’m buttoning my last button when Jimin steps over to turn down my collar. Mindlessly, I place a hand on his hip, looking up into his angelic face. He is beautiful and I must admit, I am kind of attracted to him. His tenderness and care for me warms me from the inside. He licks his pillowy soft lips as he’s adjusting the last bit before stepping back to lean on the doorframe of the bathroom. My heart skips a beat and I’m wondering what this feeling could be.  

I’m lost in my thoughts when we hear our clumsy love stumbling up the stairs. We know she’s not hurt when she hops up and rushes into the room. I can’t hide the amusement on my face, watching her, so excited and childlike. I’m also not surprised at the bruises that pop up on her skin, as she’s always falling or bumping into things. If I could put her in a bubble or carry her in my pocket at all times, I would.

I wonder how long it will take to get used to this feeling of calm. With me usually being the jealous type, it’s foreign to be able to watch the woman I love snuggle up in the arms of another man, with nothing but mellowness and adoration in my heart. In a perfect world, I would be able to stay home with them, but I have to go ‘protect and serve’. I’m curious as to how things will go between Tia and Namjoon but I’m sure the guys will fill me in. I watch Jimin disappear into the bathroom behind Tia before I gather my things for work. 

Taehyung stops me, mentioning what happened between us last night, and I can completely understand why. I felt comfortable enough with him and Tia to do things I’ve never done…never thought I’d do, and things were intoxicating. I’ve never had any sexual experiences with men, but it just felt right in the moment. Honestly, it feels like I’m in a relationship with all of them, not just Tia. There is definitely a conversation we need to have, but until then, I’ve decided that, instead of searching for a category or label to place on what we have, that I will go with the flow and float along in our happiness.

Kissing Taehyung has become almost second nature. While he is older than me, there is something about him that makes him appear small. Maybe it’s the feeling of his slim waist in my arms or the way his body molds onto mine. Is it the way he looks at me or the way he melts when our lips touch? I don’t know, but I love it. 

After tossing my backpack on, I go to say goodbye to Tia and Jimin. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to guess what those two are up to in the shower, I know they are having sex. But when I walk into the bathroom and see their movements in sync, their wet bodies caressing against each other, the way they hold onto each other as if their lives depended on how close they can get, portions of their figures hidden behind the steam that has formed on the glass shower… the vision is simply breathtaking. I wait for the moment they notice me there, not wanting to interrupt and not wanting them to stop.

“JK, is it time for you to go already?” Tia pulls away from Jimin, wiping the steam with the palm of her hand.

“Sadly, yes. I just wanted to tell you guys goodbye before I left. Sorry for interrupting.”

“No! You’re not interrupting. I would have been sad when we got out to find you’d gone without saying anything,” Jimin admits.

I step closer when Tia opens the door, letting clouds of steam, the scent of her vanilla body wash, and sex to escape. She steps out onto the bath mat, water traveling down her amber brown-colored, smooth skin to drip onto the floor. Fuck! If I wasn’t on duty, I would love to lick every droplet from her flesh. With my thumb, I brush a few beads of water from her now rosy cheek and kiss her there. Using the grip I have on her, I turn her head to the side, exposing her neck to me so that I can nibble and kiss my way from her lips to her chin, across her jaw, and down her throat. 

She moans and grasps the straps of my bag, and though I’m loving the way she’s squirming and pulling me closer as I suckle at her sensitive spots, I have to let her go after kissing her lips one more time. Jimin, now standing behind her, smiles the sweetest smile which causes me to want to give him the same treatment, but I refrain from doing so, for now. I reach out to cup his face instead, allowing him to rest into my palm, his eyes closing for a moment. With a gentle pinch to his cheek and just one more kiss for Tia, I say my goodbyes before leaving the room.

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “Take Two" Masterlist

For July 2023, to celebrate ARMY's 10th Birthday, we assembled a masterlist collection of fics to showcase our Network ARMY members! This is a list of what our Network writers consider the MOST UNDERRATED fics that they have written. There are many different tropes, AUs, genres, and pairings featured! So, if you're in the mood for all things Bangtan and ARMY, this masterlist is for you!

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🔞 💖 ⚠️ Box of Chocolates | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader AU Type: Hometown AU, Exes to Lovers | smut, mild fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: 15,093

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Orion's Belt | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: STEMnerd!Kim Namjoon x STEMnerd!Reader AU Type: Coworkers to Lovers | smut, fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: 9.8k

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Pursuit of Dimples (Ao3) | @downbad4yoongi [9/?] Pairing: Namjoon x f.OC named Emerson AU Type: College AU | smut, fluff, angst Rating: MA WC: ~21,434

🔞 💖 The Underclassman | @joonslfttiddie [1/1] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: College AU | smut Rating: MA WC: 4,781

🔞 💖 Pride | @noonasto [18/18] Pairing: OT7 x OCs AU Type: Hybrid/Soulmates | smut, fluff Rating: MA WC: 47,044

🔞⚠️ Her Prince | @roxyjean82 [42/42] Pairing: Prince Namjoon x OC AU Type: Friends to Lovers | angst, fluff Rating: MA WC: 44,921

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Starting Over: Revamped | @mrsparkjimin18 [1/1] Pairing: non-Idol!Jimin x OC AU Type: Exes to Lovers | angst, smut Rating: MA WC: 3,751

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get to know me

Thanks for the tag @7deadlysinsfics 💜 !

1. Are you named after anyone? Yes. I was named after one of my mom’s third grade best friends. Fun fact: I was almost named Dia, which was her other best friend’s name.

2. When was the last time you cried? Oh boy. Maybe a week ago. I don’t remember the exact day but I know the moment, getting my kiddo ready for bed and they had a meltdown over brushing their teeth. It had been a long day and I was emotionally at the end of my rope so I silently cried while brushing the teeth of a thrashing and screaming toddler. Fun times.

3. Do you have kids? Just the one, mentioned above.

4. Do you use sarcasm? Who me? Never.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about a person? Physically? Their eyes. Otherwise? The way they carry themselves. You can tell a lot about a person through body language.

6. What’s your eye colour? They’re dark blue around the edges, a greeny-blue in the center, with orange around my pupil. But, they lean more blue at first glance so I always just say I have blue-ish eyes.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? I want to be too scared to go to bed. But I’m also a soft little bitch sometimes and am still scared of the dark so take that how you will.

8. Any special talents? I’m musically inclined and can play 7 different instruments. Otherwise, I’m a dud.

9. What are your hobbies? Art of any kind. I really like to do digital art and write. I’m a pretty avid PC gamer, too. Cooking, traveling, reading.

10. Where were you born? Bavaria, Germany.

11. Do you have any pets? For the first time in my entire life, I’m kind of petless. I technically have 3 cats, but they weren’t allowed to travel to Japan with us when we moved here last year. I hope to be reunited with them in a few years when we move again.

12. What sports do you play / have you played? Not really a sporty person. I did marching band for 8 years…does that count?

13. Dream job? Anything in brand and marketing media. Kind of a sad fact, I did have my dream job a few years ago but had to give it up due to the pandemic and having my daughter in 2020. I was a media, marketing, and merchandising specialist for the entire north west district of a large retailer. I essentially made the graphics and any in-house brand media for events and day-to-day use. I still do freelance work, but I want to get back in with a company or brand.

14. Favourite subject in school? Math, oddly enough. Unless it was geometry, then no thanks. Also pretty partial to science.

15. How tall are you? 5’3”

No pressure, tagging @cherrysoulth @joonslfttiddie @downbad4yoongi @moonleeai Please ignore if you’ve already done this 👀💜😅

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The Underclassman

💜Fic Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

💜AU/Genre: College AU | Smut | Potential Relationship

💜Warnings: Smut, femdom, male sub, climax denial, unprotected sex, ejaculation, virgin's first time

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4781

Senior year of undergrad has had its challenges but you know it's downhill from here. Having gotten a jump on your assignments, you're pretty much skating through until graduation. Your only obligations are your teaching assistant tasks for Dr. Yun's psychology class, your job at the bookstore, and a few organizations on campus.

While things have been chill regarding course work, this year has also shown you who has your best interest at heart and who is just a waste of space in your life. Depending on how you look at things, fortunately or unfortunately, that meant that your ex-boyfriend was one of the people to exit your world. The two of you had been together since freshman year, and it has not been easy adjusting to the single life.

You haven't been on a date since, and just looking at other men still feels wrong. Your ex was always the jealous, controlling type who made it hard to breathe, as you walked on eggshells around him, which made you feel powerless.

"Honestly, I never liked your ex. It felt like all of your time was owed to him... like he owned you. You deserve so much better than him."

Your friend, René, opens up to you during a night of chilling at your apartment, sitting in a circle, cross legged in the middle of your living room floor. Your other friends, Michelle and Ticole, just shake their heads in agreement before taking a sip of their beers.

"I know, I know. You're right. I can see now how devoted I was to him. I was willing to give him everything I had. Of course, we now know he was giving his time, amongst other things, to someone else...but it's whatever."

Michelle chimes in, "It is whatever. This is our senior year. I just want you to take your time to find yourself again. Get out! Date! Enjoy your hoe phase. Plus, my boyfriend's mentee asks me about you every time I see him. That boy is in love."

"Girl, who? Seokjin?! I catch him eyeing me every other day in Dr. Yun's class but he has yet to say anything to me sooooo....."

"Don't do him like that...He is so sweet but so shy. He's one of those guys that's hot but doesn't know he's hot."

You all erupt into laughter and as the excitement subsides you agree.

"You're right, he is so cute but I never really looked at him like that. He has been such a sweetheart every time I've interacted with him but I dunno if he's my type, you know? Hell, he still refers to me as 'ma'am', like, I literally only have a couple of years on him, if that."

"He mentioned to Chance that he was not the best looking guy in high school. He was bullied because he was so skinny, had bad acne, braces, and glasses.. the usual "nerd" package. I, legit, don't think he realizes that puberty has come and gone. I wonder if he just doesn't have the confidence to approach you."

"Hmm... that would make sense. I hate that he went through all that. He seems so sweet despite being mistreated. I'll think about it, ok? But as far as 'enjoying my hoe phase' goes, guys fuck around all the time and no one bats an eye. I hate the double standard. I'm going to have the time of my life for the rest of the year. I deserve it, plus I've been horny as fuck, lately."

"Girl, go for it! I support this. Live your best life, friend. You've missed out on a lot being tied down like a married woman. Go get you some. And you never know, having that underclassman screaming 'yes, ma'am' may be just what you need!" Ticole says, co-signing with Michelle.

You all erupt into a fit of laughter at that and you take notice of the way your body feels from just imagining it. As heat burns up your spine and your pussy tingles, you swallow spit as you're basically salivating with excitement. Knowing what will make for some good material when you're alone later, you reply with a nervous chuckle, "Maybe, huh?"

Your girls were right! You're going to start putting yourself out there and try to be more open minded. After a restful night and having used mental images of Seokjin to gain a little post nut clarity, you begin to think that you may even explore people outside of your typical type. Internalizing all the encouragement your girls provided last night, you walk to Dr. Yun's class feeling like the baddest bitch on campus.

After taking attendance, you make a mental note that Seokjin isn't here yet. He never misses class but you shrug it off for the moment to continue your duties. You remind the students of upcoming assignments, schedule a few tutoring sessions, and answer any questions to the best of your knowledge until the professor arrives moments later. He hands you a stack of handouts and asks you to make copies since he hadn't gotten a chance to while the class takes a quiz. You grab your phone from the desk and slide it in the pocket of your cardigan before swiftly proceeding down the hall to the printer.

You turn the corner, finding yourself colliding with a student who is frantically rushing to class, landing you on your ass surrounded by the papers you were carrying, you quickly adjust your clothes as your skirt has flipped up, putting your lace undies on full display.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I woke up late and can't be late for class. I have a quiz today."

You recognize that voice immediately and look up to see Seokjin. He quickly tries to collect the paperwork as he chatters, taking a moment to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

'He couldn't have seen that, right?'

"Hey! No worries, Seokjin, I can get this. Go ahead... they're just about to begin."

After hearing his name cross your lips, he finally looks up to see your face. With a gasp, you notice his ears flush red before he responds.

"Miss y/n! I'm so sorry! Are you sure you're okay?" He pulls you up to your feet with one hand, allowing you to further adjust your clothing before handing you the papers he'd collected.

"Yes, I'm fine. Hurry up and go. Good luck!"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, thank you. I'm so sorry."

Seokjin smiles nervously before he rushes past you towards the classroom.

You make the copies and begin heading back to class, unable to stop replaying the incident with Seokjin. Has he always been so cute? So tall? Shoulders that broad? Biting your bottom lip, you recall the way his hair hung just above his eyes and his full pink lips slightly parted when he gasped from the shock of your accident. He looked so nerdy behind those glasses, but his brown eyes were breathtaking.

'Why am I just seeing him now... like really SEEING him?!'

You're thinking about all of this as you make the copies, sure that you hadn't noticed Seokjin's beauty for being so committed to you ex. You were blind for so long but now your eyes are wide open.

Back in the classroom, you quietly place the stack of papers on the desk, glancing up to see the student's working busily. Once you take your designated spot next to Dr. Yun's desk, you cross your legs and begin looking through the rows of seats until you spot him. Hunching over his desk and bouncing his foot restlessly, the poor guy looks so anxious. The sight leaves him looking so small and helpless, though he is definitely a deliciously full grown adult.

You glance away for a second but can't help the smirk that creeps across your face when you catch him suddenly still, sitting erect in his seat as his eyes trace your up legs all the way up to your thighs peeking from under your skirt. After making sure everyone else was focused on their work, you put your leg down and part your knees, now purposely exposing yourself to him. He licks his lips, then his eyes meet yours. Snapping your legs shut, you look down, covering your smile as you snicker to yourself. His nervous behavior commences as his gaze quickly snaps back down to his quiz, but not before you notice his face and ears turn a pretty shade of pink. What is this new feeling? You are not certain but you are 100% sure that you love it. You want more.

A couple of days have passed since literally running into Seokjin when you find yourself at work refolding the campus tees on one of the display tables, you glance at your watch to see it's almost time for you to clock out. It's been beautiful weather all day, despite what the weather channel said, but you can see the sky getting darker and you can hear thunder in the distance.

"It looks like the rain has finally made it," you warn your coworker. "Get home safely!"

Thankfully you check the weather every morning before leaving your campus apartment and was wise enough to bring your umbrella.

You grab your things from your locker in the employee lounge after clocking out. Once outside, you make it halfway across the yard to the fountain in the middle of the quad before you feel the first few sprinkles of rainfall. You stop to arm yourself with your umbrella before continuing your trek across campus as the bottom falls out of the sky. It is pouring now as you cross the street nearing your place, and you notice a familiar figure walking ahead of you.

He's soaking! He doesn't have an umbrella or even a jacket to keep him warm. You can tell that he's cold by the way he burrows into himself. The ripples of his back muscles are accentuated through his wet, white tee shirt as he hugs himself.

"SEOKJIN!"

He stops and turns towards you after hearing his name.

"Miss y/n? What are you doing out in this storm?"

You hold up the umbrella to cover you both.

"I'm just leaving work and on my way home. What are you doing out? And why don't you have a jacket on or an umbrella?"

He smiles shyly.

"Ummm...I didn't know it was going to rain today so I'm unprepared. I was going to the cafe to grab a bite before studying but it started to storm so I turned back."

"You poor thing. Why don't you come up to my place until the rain stops? I haven't eaten yet, either, so I can whip something up for us to eat."

"Uhhh...are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude. Plus, I only live a ways down from here."

Linking your arm in his, you continue to shield you both from getting wet while pulling him alongside you.

"It's no intrusion, I promise. Since it's Friday, my roommate has gone to her boyfriend's place, so I could use the company."

You smile at each other as he takes the umbrella to hold above you and continue to chat as you make your way up the stairs leading to your door. When you step inside, you ask that he stay at the door where there's tile as he's still dripping wet.

"Just stay there for a second. You're soaked. I know there's a towel in here somewhere."

After a moment of searching through the hamper of fresh laundry you hadn't gotten a chance to put away before work, you finally find a towel and hand it to him after he's secured the umbrella strap and placed it in the corner.

"Thanks, Miss y/n. I really appreciate your kindness."

"Of course! We've known each other for years now. You're not exactly a stranger at this point, so it's no problem at all. While you're drying your hair, I'll go see if my roommate's boyfriend may have left some clothes here. You guys are about the same size. Go ahead and get out of those clothes before you catch a cold."

This wouldn't be the first time you've seen a man undress so you're not thinking much about what you just said and rush off to your roommates bedroom to find a large tee shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. You stay frozen for a second as the situation suddenly catches up to you. You and Seokjin are alone in your apartment and he's undressing in the other room. Ticole's words echo in your mind. 'Get you some!' Michelle's voice lingers closely behind. 'Enjoy your hoe phase!'

'Am I really thinking about this now?! Does he even think of me in THAT way? He seems so innocent, I don't want to be a bad influence or take advantage of him.

You continue to stand there, contemplating your next move. Sure, he is extra dorky at first glance, but when you really look at him, you see now that he is fine as fuck. He, also, doesn't talk to a lot of people so you know he's not sleeping around and he will be discreet about what happens. This could be a good thing, if he's willing, of course. You take a deep breath before you leave the room, only to walk out and see Seokjin wearing nothing but his jeans and sneakers. You gasp at the sight, hoping he didn't hear you. Sure, you knew he would be undressing but you didn't expect that body to be under those clothes. God definitely took his time sculpting him to perfection.

When he looks up to see you've returned, he shyly covers himself with the wet shirt and towel leaving his free hand grasping his spectacles across his chest. There's that feeling again...the one you experienced during class the other day. You clear your throat and walk over to him to give him the clothes, trying your best not to stare.

"M-miss y/n. I-"

"Oh... sorry! I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable. Here are the clothes. I can step out for a second."

Reluctantly, he drops the shirt and towel to the floor by his side but his other hand holding on to his glasses remains across his chest as he reaches for the outfit.

Just above a whisper, he asks, "I've been meaning to talk to you. Are you ok? You know from the other day? I was hoping you weren't hurt and I wanted to apologize again. And no, I'm not uncomfortable, you know? I just...I."

"No, I'm completely fine, I promise. And it's no problem at all. I'll step out to give you some privacy."

"Miss y/n."

"Hmm?" You pause to look up to him, awaiting his response.

"You don't have to leave. I don't want you to leave, I just..."

The look on his face teeters on the cusp of pain and embarrassment.

"What's up? You look like there's something else you want to tell me."

"Miss y/n."

"Stop calling me that, though. I'm only a couple years older than you."

"Y-y/n?" He pauses for a moment to see if he's overstepped. When you continue to look into his chocolate colored pupils, he continues speaking. "I've never done this before."

"Done what?"

He leans over to place the clothes on the end table putting his glasses on top. He stands back to face you, taking your wrist in his hand. His eyes bounce from your eyes to your lips, then back. You can see he's nervous as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"What do you want to do, Sweet Boy? Do you want to kiss me?"

The nickname and the question causes his eyes to widen, the reddish hue of his ears and cheeks deepen.

"Y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, ma'am. I want to kiss you so bad."

"Good boy. Go ahead, kiss me."

He hesitates, standing straight and still, your small wrist still gripped in his hand. He's looking into your eyes as if searching to see if you're serious. After what feels like forever, he tilts his head to the side and leans in, only to pull back. Shifting his head in the opposite direction, he leans in again only to pull away. He continues this for a moment, unsure of how to approach you. This would usually be a huge turn off for you but with him it's different. His uncertainty and timidness seems to just stir you on.

"Kiss me."

Your sudden command startles him slightly and he quickly leans in, placing his mouth against yours, bumping your lip with his teeth. He pulls back quickly as if he were burned. Patiently, you take his hands, placing one on the small of your back and the other at your nape. Taking a step forward, your body now flush to his, you can hear his breath shuttering. His very prominent bulge presses against your stomach as you place one hand on his exposed chest and snake your arm around his neck.

"Don't rush. I'm not going anywhere. Take your time and try again."

Slowly this time, he moves in to softly press his lips to yours before he pulls away, the smooch audible. You gently pull him back, slowly beginning to move your mouth against his, licking and sucking at his lips. When your tongue brushes against his, he whimpers aloud, grasping your shirt into his fist. Pulling back, you look up to check in on him. The dorky Seokjin is barely visible under the haze of lust now surrounding him. He bends down, taking your lips again. Mimicking your actions from before, he licks and sucks at your bottom lip before grazing your tongue with his own. Slightly taken aback by the feeling, you pull back to regain control of this situation. When he releases you, you step back and can feel the coldness of your shirt against your skin, now wet from being pressed against him.

"That was so good, Baby. You did good. Would you like to take the rest of those wet clothes off?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You smile at how quickly he's catching on. Still standing at the entrance of your place, Seokjin begins to toe off his shoes which squish with every movement. Sliding them to the side with his foot, he begins to unbutton his jeans, hands noticeably trembling. You're unsure if he's still cold or if he's nervous so you decide to check in again.

"Are you ok? Do you want to stop?"

"Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am... I'm ok. I don't want to stop, I'm just c-cold."

"Take those off and follow me...let's get you warmed up."

Removing your now moist shirt, you begin walking down the hallway to your bedroom. Seokjin watches as your hips sashay and your ass jiggles with every step you take. He continues to peel the wet jeans from his body. Now, wearing only his boxer briefs, he follows the route he just watched you take. Inside of your bedroom, he finds you already in bed, clothes tossed haphazardly on the floor. He bashfully makes his way to the edge of the bed, awaiting further instruction.

"Aren't those wet, too? Don't you think you should take them off?"

"Are you sure you're ok with this? With me?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be? Take them off, Sweet Boy, and come here."

When he pulls them down, you have to hide the shock that overcomes you. His dick looks so thick and heavy. Your heart begins to race in anticipation. Once he's completely naked, you pull the covers back as an invitation for him to climb in. He seems reluctant, trying and failing to cover his manhood behind his hands.

"Seokjin, baby...we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for. I won't be upset and I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"NO! It's not that. I want this, I want this with you. But, like I mentioned, I've never done this before...I'm a virgin. Shit, you just gave me my first kiss. I'm sorry...I should have told you sooner. I'll just leave. I don't want to embarrass myself and waste your time."

"Awww, Baby. It's ok! I don't care that you're a virgin. I want you to stay but only if you want to stay."

"Yes, ma'am, I do."

"I promise to be patient. I'm not here to judge you. I won't rush you so just take your time. Would you like for me to teach you?"

He nods his head in agreement.

"Have you ever heard of a 'safeword'?"

"Is it a word we would use to indicate that we are uncomfortable with something?"

"That's exactly what it is. If either of us say or do anything that the other doesn't like, we'll use that word. The other has to stop immediately."

"Ok...what should it be? Could we use Adler?"

You laugh out loud at his cuteness. "Ok... that's fine with me, but why did you choose that?"

"I don't know. His theory was the last thing I looked at when I was studying for Professor Yun's test earlier. It's the first thing that popped into my head," he laughs bashfully while still trying to cover his manhood.

"Adler it is. You can lay with me whenever you feel ready."

With that reassurance, he places his trust in you, removes his hands, and climbs into the sheets. Covering your bodies under the plush blanket, you pull him closer to share your body heat. Resting your head on one hand, you caress his smooth skin with the other. His body continues to tremble but not from the cold this time. Your touch is sending electricity through his core leaving his skin slightly clammy and his breathing shallow and quick.

"I've seen the way you stare at me in class. Do you like me, baby?"

His expression looks as if he'd been caught red handed.

"Y-yes, ma'am. Yes, I do."

"Have you thought about being close with me like this? In bed with me? Touching my naked body?"

His breath hitches in his throat before he answers the same as before.

"Y-y...Yes, ma'am."

"Do you ever touch yourself when you think of me? Does the thought of me make you cum, baby?"

You're practically whispering at this point, inches from his ear. Your hand travels down his abs then along his thigh, skipping the tented area where he needs and wants your touch the most. His erection jerks from the excitement, his body spasms, and his shallow breaths now deepen as he whimpers and moans under your touch. You know he's fighting for his life at this moment but you decide to press him for an answer.

"Did you hear my question? Answer me, Seokjin."

Still inaudible minus his tiny whimpers, he nods his head frantically in agreement.

"I can't hear you. Are you not going to answer me? Do you know what happens to bad boys who don't follow directions? They get punished."

He squeezes his eyes shut tightly in anticipation of what you'll do next. As he clenches his teeth, you can see the muscles along his jawline flex.

"Bad boy," you say softly, pulling the blanket off of him to reveal his hardness. His dick is so firm making his skin look extra smooth but painfully red. The precum leaking from his slit indicates he's enjoying this torture. "Show me. Show me how you jerk yourself off when you're in your room thinking about me."

You sit up briefly to grab the almond oil you'd left on your nightstand this morning after moisturizing your legs. Opening the cap, you pour a bit on the head of his dick and watch as it drizzles down his shaft along the contours of his veins.

"Show me, bad boy. Let me see."

His hand tremors as he brings it up to fist himself. Using his thumb, he distributes the oil and precum over his tip before slowly gliding down his rod. He grunts and gasps as his abs contract, lifting his head from the pillow slightly. He moves his fist back up to the top, barely touching himself.

"Look at me, Seokjin."

He opens his eyes, though they are hooded and lazy. Your heart flutters at the sight. He holds eye contact and his plush lips part as his pants, ready to receive his punishment.

"Squeeze tighter. Imagine my tight pussy slowly sliding down your dick. I'm so wet and juicy."

Following your instruction, he applies more pressure. Still looking into your eyes, his brows furrow as if begging for more. He begins to pick up speed as he's almost there.

"Slowly. Rub your thumb over the tip."

And he does, slowly smearing more precum over the head of his penis. You can tell that he's close to the edge. You allow him to stroke himself a few more times before you grab his wrist, stopping him.

"I want you inside of me. I want you begging me to let you cum."

You grab your phone before moving back towards him. Straddling his hips as he looks at you with a dumbfounded expression. You lift up onto your knees and guide him into you.

"Oh, oh, oh, y/n! Oh! OH!"

He is a mess as you slowly lower your soaking wet pussy to sit flush onto his lap.

"What a nice seat. I think I'll sit here for a while. Don't move."

You unlock your device and start to scroll through your Instagram feed as you're perched motionless with his dick buried deep inside of you. He feels so good and it's a challenge for you to remain still, sitting in this dominant role. You look up to see him looking up to you. The slight chuckle that leaves your lips causes your walls to tighten briefly around him. His whimpers cause you clench even more. He hisses and grabs your hips, sinking his nails into your skin. Simultaneously, he pulls you down as he grinds up to burrow deeper into you. You swallow your moan, unwilling to relinquish your newfound power. You lean forward to firmly grab his chin, bringing his eyes up to yours.

"I said...Be. Still," you whisper. You leave him heaving as you continue to scroll on your phone, putting on as if you're not ready to ride him off the cliff of ecstasy. His little pleas making it harder to act.

"Hmmm...Pleeeease! I c-can't. Y-y/n, please. I can't... can't hold it anymore."

"You can't hold it? Do you need to use the word, baby."

His brows are winkling tighter, sweat pecking at his forehead and chest. You adjust yourself, purposely lifting your body only to follow the trail of moisture you've left smeared on his dick to sit back down.

"N-no... I can't. I can't hold it, y/n! A-ADLER!"

"Go ahead, baby. Let it go."

With your permission, he grips you tighter and pounds into you. Seokjin bares and grinds his teeth, his grunts becoming louder with every stroke. He controls himself for as long as he can, lasting for approximately ten seconds before he explodes, painting your walls with his cum. He feels so amazing, you to want to continue to move. His whining grows louder as his sensitivity increases. Stopping for a moment to allow him to catch his breath, you push the hairs stuck to his forehead away and caress his cheek.

"Are you ok, babe?" Your voice sounds so loving, laced with tenderness.

Seokjin opens his eyes to look at you before he replies, "Yes, ma'am. I'm ok...more than ok. That was better than any of my daydreams, better than I could have ever imagined. You feel so good, so warm, so wet. You look so beautiful sitting on me like this. Thank you so much for this experience."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. You're doing so well."

"But you are too sexy, I couldn't restrain myself. The nickname you called me... the way you spoke to me... your dominance. Whew! But, I came way too fast, I'm so sorry. I wasn't able to pleasure you."

Looking at him, you can see that he's oozing with confidence. Confidence you're sure he's unaware that he carries. You both continue conversing as he softly traces tiny circles on your calves with his fingertips.

"Stop that...you're being too hard on yourself. You did great and this was your first time! You'll get better the more you do it. And you feel amazing, by the way. You just have to learn what to do and gain more experience."

"Ummm... could you help me with that, y/n?"

"Of course, Sweet Boy, I would love to help you with that."

He blushes and chuckles a little with a voice that sounds deeper than you remember. "Really?! Thank you so much, y/n. I never would have imagined I'd be able to be here with you, like this. I'm, literally, the luckiest man alive. Also... I am still inside of you but the way you're looking at me, well, I'm getting hard again. What should I do?"

You can't contain your laugher at his innocence.

"Well, baby, you just came. Now it's my turn."

"Yes ma'am... just tell me what I need to do and I'll do it. Anything you want. I want to learn how to please you."

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Chapter 43: You Aight...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3,830

Namjoon’s POV

This explains the feeling I have been having since their trucks pulled up. When I open the front door for the carpenter and his team, I can immediately tell it’s him. The carpenter, the smaller man wearing the low cut, plain, white t-shirt and black cargo pants, with his hair falling carelessly onto his face; he’s one of us. There is nothing special about his outfit, but he looks so fucking good in it. I already know that Tia is going to love him. After introducing ourselves, I call out for Tia. We’re ascending the stairs and again, I yell out for her with no response. I’m sure she’s either listening to music with her earbuds in, or she’s a bit busy and not alone in the bathroom. When her sweet aroma floods my senses, as I’m standing at the threshold of the room, I’d say it is the latter.

I watch as Yoongi moves around the room, taking notes on his clipboard that doubles as a binder. There’s something sexy about his sternness. He comes off a tad unfriendly at first, his face expressionless and focused, but there is something in his eyes that hints that he has a kind heart. I notice he has a habit of licking the corners of his mouth when he’s concentrating.

Cute.

My eyes follow him when he moves to another area. He jots on the paper and the veins in his hands are pronounced under his pale skin. Just then, his pencil stills and he glances toward the bathroom. He looks back at the paper for less than a millisecond before he looks back through the open door, eyes wide. Bingo!

He continues to peer inside from the corner of his eye, trying not to be obvious, but I already know what he sees. Like a moth to a flame, he moves closer to the entrance for a better view and he’s completely transfixed. He barely blinks and his lips are parted, like a man who’s not eaten in weeks; salivating and hungry to be a part of what he’s witnessing. I notice his Adam's apple bob when he swallows while his chest rises and falls, and then I see his penis twitch beneath the fabric of his pants.

He covers himself with the binder but his side profile is still revealing his lust to me. Tia’s scent is getting increasingly stronger by the second, which means she’s close…very close. Based on the carpenter’s body language, I’d guess he’s not far behind.

Another POV

Walking into the expansive room, I can already envision the building design and placement for the bed. My guys are still outside prepping the boards and getting the tools set up. I’m taking notes, jotting where there are outlets, and looking at the placement of the existing bed, but I feel…off. I guess that would be the best way to describe it. Since we pulled into the driveway, I’ve had this feeling that’s almost nauseating, but I love the sensation. It resembles the way I felt when I had my first kiss like there was a lump in my throat. Hot and  incredibly aroused, it got even more intense when the door opened to reveal a tall, broad-chested, honey-skinned man. Namjoon.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

He lingers at the bedroom door, not hovering but clearly interested. Is he interested in the process of building the bed or me? I’m not sure, but I hope he misses me stealing glances his way. He’s trying to make small talk but I’m a little reserved. It’s not him, I’m just confused about why I’m having these feelings toward him. He’s still talking and joking and when I look over at him, he smiles. Oh my fucking God, I could melt right into one of those deep dimples. He is so fucking fine, and I bet he gets tons of women…or men… whichever. He traces my body and moves his focus on the necklace resting between my pecs, and then his gaze returns to mine. He flashes a half smile  and I damn near drop my shit before I quickly look away.

We continue chatting a bit, though it’s mainly him, as I’m moving over to the nightstand that’s next to the current bed, which has been stripped of its linen. Suddenly, I notice movement in my peripheral vision.

Holy shit!

Through the reflection of the shower door, I see three people moving. I begin to salivate when the sweet aroma of warm vanilla wafts under my nose. Upon further observation, I see a woman who’s facing the door with a man licking her exposed breasts. Another man is kneeling behind her and it seems he’s eating her out. Their moans fuse into one delicious melody swirling around in my ears. 

So enchanted, I forget that Namjoon is even here. Unable to help myself, I move closer to the door to get a better view.  She is stunning, even with her hair coming undone, she’s perfect. I admire her features, from her eyes down to her parted full lips. Noticing little things like how her bottom lip is just slightly plumper than her top. Her nose looks like a button that God booped onto her face, and her caramel-complected skin looks so smooth and soft. Her body is curvy and my eyes travel from the fullness of her breast cupped in the man's hands to the way her dress hugs her waist, to the little pooch of her belly. Many women may feel self-conscious about that, but I love it and can already picture myself lying my head there while I taste her fruit underneath.

I lick my lips as an overwhelming hunger takes over me and I wouldn’t say I’m jealous, per se, but I definitely would like to be involved; to touch her, to love her, and be able to make her make those pretty sounds for me, too. The scent grows stronger with every step I take. I know I shouldn't be snooping, but I can’t fight the urge to see more of her body, the way she moves, the way her face looks as she’s about to orgasm. I’m not a creep, I swear…well, not usually though my current situation is definitely giving voyeuristic vibes. My eyes dance from here to there, taking in the obvious passion they have for one another, clenching the fabric of each other’s clothes in their fists and digging nails into each other’s skin. The scene is nothing less than tantalizing.

Judging by the way her brow is furrowed, I’m assuming that her climax is near. I can’t tear my eyes away from her and find myself covering my manhood with my binder as it is pressing firmly against my cargo pants; hiding, as I know that I shouldn’t be watching them. I would want nothing more than to be inside of her, to feel the warmth and wetness of her walls wrapped around me. Imagining this, I could release without being touched. The moment is so intense I can hear my heartbeat pounding and my blood whooshing in my ears. I'm panting hard as fuck like I may be on the brink of death right now and I’m okay with that. Just being here and witnessing this scene fills a void I’ve felt for so long, but I’d be lying if I said I don’t want more.

The woman opens her eyes to look directly into mine. I’m frozen in place, my breath catches in my chest, and fight or flight mode is initiated. Unsure of what to do, I look to the floor, but as if instinctually, my gaze finds her eyes again. I’m lost in those beautiful, sinful almond-shaped marbles, shaded a dark mocha brown. We stay this way and I swear she smirks at me.

So, you like to be watched, Love?

And I love to watch her but would rather be with her. Without breaking eye contact, I nearly crumble when I hear her whisper to the man now nibbling at her neck that she’s about to cum. She comes undone when her eyes squeeze shut. She whines, squirms, and moans while her pretty little nails dig into the skin of the man’s neck, as he continues to lap at her skin. I want nothing more than to see this every day for the rest of my life. She is already beautiful but even more so at this moment. She sings praises to the men then takes her bottom lip between her teeth. Her expression resembles anger but I know she’s far from it. The men lick and nibble at her viciously, only slowing as she begins to come down. And only then am I able to break free from my trance.

Namjoon is now standing next to me and gets my attention when he touches my shoulder, catching me off guard. I flinch under his touch. With a knowing smirk, he says, “Mr. Min…you aight?”

I honestly don’t know how to answer his question, but I nod before  rushing out of the room and then out of the front door. Unsure of how to handle this situation, I go to my truck to remove myself for a moment to cool off and catch my breath. 

“Boss, you good?” One of my guys asks and I reassure him I’m fine before moving to the front of the truck, out of sight. The crisp breeze helps calm me a bit, and I rub my cool hands across the heat of my cheeks for more relief. Embarrassment is not the word for what I’m feeling right now, and as much as I want the ground to swallow me whole, there’s a fervent pull urging me to go back and remain there.

What is going on with me?!

“Mr. Min? Hey, I’m Tia.”

That angelic voice pulls me back to the present, calming and grounding me. My heartbeat slows, I begin to cool down, and my mind goes quiet, which is oddly disturbing after becoming accustomed to the constant rambling. When I turn I discover the woman from earlier, now neatly put together and smiling. The world stops for a bit. The stillness is peaceful, something I’ve never experienced before as the anxiety that usually looms around me dissipates, creating a place of tranquility. I could stay here forever.

There is something about this woman. She can drive me crazy one minute and then soothe my anxiety the next; my cause and cure. This close-up, I can see the rest of my life in her eyes. She feels so comfortable, like a safe haven, blocking all of the negative thoughts and feelings I store within. 

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if that was too much for you. I honestly didn’t hear you come into the room.”

“No. Ahem… I mean, yes, I’m fine. No, it wasn’t too much. You don’t have to apologize for what you do in your own home. I should be the one apologizing. I’m not a creep, I promise. I just couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from you. That was completely unprofessional and disrespectful of me to intrude on such an intimate moment. If you want to fire me and cancel the job, I will completely understand,” I ramble on.

She reaches out to touch my cheek, which I’m assuming is still red. Her palm against my skin sends tingles through my body and cools me so quickly I shudder. I have no thoughts now, nothing but her.

“I’m so sorry,” she responds, obviously misreading my body’s reaction, and goes to move her hand away.

Instinctively, I immediately grab her wrist, not wanting this feeling to ever stop. It’s not like me to be this forward or comfortable with people, especially someone I’ve just met. We are standing in the middle of her driveway like this, just staring at each other, until another man comes out of the house and walks over to us. I experience the same feeling from him as I did from Namjoon earlier. The feeling Tia elicits is similar but different. It’s magical.

“Jagiya, is everything okay?”

“Tae! Say hello to Mr. Min,” she says. I release her hand to take his, shaking it gently to greet him. His touch makes my dick jump again and lava flows through my veins, heating me from within...again. “Mr. Min, this is my boyfriend, Taehyung.”

“Please, call me Yoongi.”

“Nice to meet you, bro.”

Oh, shit! Boyfriend?! Then who are those other three…

“And the other guys upstairs are also my boyfriends, Namjoon, Jimin, and Jungkook.”

Ooooooooh.

“Oh, okay! I got you. That sounds interesting.”

I must admit I’m a little taken aback by that revelation. I didn’t expect it, but I’m genuinely interested in their dynamic. We chat a moment longer before she leads us back inside and into her bedroom where she introduces me to the other guys. After greeting them all, I’m still a little nervous but I’m getting more comfortable, especially with her. They all radiate that familiar feeling as if I’ve met them before. 

We begin to discuss the design and I sketch out how they want everything. Knowing their situation, I can now understand the dimensions I’ve been given. This bed is going to be huge, one of the biggest I’ve built. All four of her boyfriends are involved, giving their thoughts and opinions on the build, and their energy seems to flow so seamlessly. There doesn’t seem to be any jealousy or difficulties compromising with each other. I am envious of it, but why? Because I’m here to do a job and will leave once I’m done. They get to stay here together. Fuck. Will I ever find happiness like this? Like them and with her?

Jimin’s POV

As I’m licking up the last bit of Tia’s essence, I notice a man looking at us before abruptly walking away. I was already confused at the nagging pull I felt while playing with Tia and Jungkook, but even more now. I’ve never seen that man before but once again, I get the same feeling from him as I did from the others.

“Is he…” 

“Yes. It feels like it,” Tia answers me before I can get the question out. “But for some reason I didn’t see him like I saw Hobi.” She hurriedly rights herself by fixing her clothes and finishing her hair.

“Who?” Jungkook, having his back to the door, has no clue what happened.

Before I can answer, Namjoon peeks around the corner. 

“Should I go talk to him?” He asks Tia, his expression is a mix between concern and amusement.

“No, baby, thank you. I’ll go,” she says before kissing us and then disappearing out of sight.

“Who?!” Jungkook is still oblivious. While Tia is trying to de-escalate the situation, we inform him on what is going on. “Holy shit. So that’s why everything suddenly got so intense,” he realizes.

“Yeah, probably so. He’s definitely one of us,” Namjoon adds. “I could tell before I even opened the door for them. I feel bad that I didn’t stop him. I knew you guys were in here being freaky. I could smell her.”

“I guess that was for the best, though. May as well rip the bandage off,” Jungkook tries to comfort Namjoon.

“Fuck. I wonder how many of us there are,” I ponder.

“I wonder, too. Also, have you noticed we’re all drawn to Tia and met her at this house? It’s like parts of us were already here before we stepped foot in the door.”

Jungkook is right. We’ve all been near or inside this house when we met Tia and it has always felt like home; like we belonged here. It’s as if finding a piece of ourselves that we’ve been unaware was even missing. I honestly don’t remember how I’ve lived before finding them. Was I living or just existing?

Tia and the carpenter come back upstairs accompanied by Taehyung, who stretches his eyes wide at us, making us aware that he knows what’s up, too. We all introduce ourselves before Yoongi gets us back on task. He sketches and measures, listening to our feedback but he also gives suggestions regarding the design. Tia offers we move the bed against the wall furthest from the bathroom.

“I like that too. If it’s there, there will be no obstructions for Namjoon to run into while going to the bathroom in the middle of the night," Jungkook notes, flashing his bunny-like grin to which Namjoon tries to poke his finger into Jungkook’s side. We are all aware of how ticklish that spot is for him.

“That, and the sun won’t be shining in our faces early in the morning,” Tia suggests with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I agree. Especially when JK has to work the night shift. I’m sure it’s hard to sleep during the day with the sun beaming in,” Namjoon adds, now rubbing Jungkook’s back affectionately.

“Maybe we should still keep our clothes in our own rooms just so we won’t wake anyone else if we have to start our day early,” I offer.

“Hmm,” Jungkook agrees with a nod.

“All those suggestions are good, but I’m just imagining being able to see the shower from bed,” Taehyung teases.

“Boy,” Tia laughs, playfully pushing Taehyung. “Stop it.”

Is that a smile I see? I swear that Yoongi has been straight-faced this entire time, but to see him smile, even if it was for a split second, warms my heart. However, there’s also a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I can just feel that he’s going to be a tough nut to crack; one who holds his feelings inside.

I had already stripped the bed of its linens earlier, which is what I came up here to tell Tia when I found her with Jungkook. With that out of the way, we help by taking the bed apart and move the pieces into one of the vacant bedrooms. Once the area is clear of the chairs and the mattress, which we’ve moved against the opposite wall, Yoongi gets to work.

We leave the room to busy ourselves with various things, feeling comfortable leaving Tia with Yoongi to have some time alone with each other. Jungkook crosses the yard, heading to the gym, while Namjoon immerses himself in one of the many books in the library. Taehyung, after finding several cameras in the library, has gone outside to take a few shots while I go down to the basement to arrange the bar Tia hasn’t had the chance to tackle. I hope she doesn’t mind, but I get rid of the bottles of wine the police didn’t take for evidence, only keeping the old bottles of liquor that are still sealed or too high for anyone to reach. We haven’t talked about it, but I don’t want to take any chances of them being contaminated. Just the thought of remembering how sick and helpless she looked when I first met her, makes me shiver.

Tia’s POV

I have a thing for power tools. I’m not sure why, especially with that not being something I shared with my father growing up. However, I’m like a kid in a candy store looking at everything Yoongi has brought to build the bed.

“This is a nailer, right? I’ve never seen one this quiet,” I ask, pointing to the tool in Yoongi’s hand.

“Yeah, it’s also called a Brad nailer. I use this one, which has an ultra-quiet air compressor, mostly when working indoors,” he answers, so patient as I continue to ask questions.

“Ah, that makes sense. So, do you usually do everything on-site? Is your saw downstairs?”

“For the most part, we work on-site unless a client calls with definitive dimensions that we can have precut before we go out. The saw is outside since your build is unique. We’ll cut the boards and sand them outside, wipe them down really good, then bring them up. I love that you decided to keep the natural wood aesthetic.”

“Yeah, it’s just so beautiful. I would hate to cover it with paint.”

“Are you wanting it stained or…?”

“I’m not sure. What do you think?”

“Personally, I think the natural color of the wood will look nice with the gold hardware you have in the bathroom and the door knobs. Also, it’d be a nice contrast against the darker hardwood floors and the whites and grays of your decor. But, honestly, once you put the bedding on, you probably won’t be able to see much of the frame.”

“Okay. Well, do whatever you think is best.”

“I mean, this is your bed. You guys have to live with it, not me,” he says with a chuckle.

“Well, I want you to like it, too.”

His questioning gaze lets me know he’s wondering exactly what I’m trying to say. A tense silence fills the room before he speaks again.

“Tia, you have boyfriends. I’m not trying to overstep here or think too much into what you’re saying.”

“What do you mean? What do you think I’m trying to say?”

I’m intentionally playing coy, trying to let him know that he can speak openly with me. I would send him some positive vibes, emitting how my heart feels, but it doesn’t seem right to use my gifts when he’s unaware of them. He seems a bit more closed off than the others initially were, so this connection is a little different for me.

“Why would it matter if I like the bed, Tia?”

The way he looks at me and his directness catches me off guard. My heart begins to race, and I feel the overwhelming urge to submit to this man. I’d be on my knees barking in a second if he told me to do so. Peering at him from under my lashes like a puppy, I’m sitting so close to him on the floor with my hands in my lap, as if waiting for instruction. He goes back to working on the bed, nailer in hand.

“Answer,” he demands without even looking at me.

Period. One word is internally driving me crazy.

“I was just thinking…” I begin, mumbling.

“Speak up,” he stops to look at me daringly.

Oh my fucking GOD!!! The tone of his voice is deep, lazy, yet commanding. Like a fucking boss.

“Ahem. I-I’m just thinking that it will be nice if you stay over some time. You should like the bed, too, if that were to happen.”

“Hmm,” he huffs while licking  the corners of his mouth.

Should I act on my body’s desire and lean over to suck his tongue into my mouth? To kiss him, right here and now?

“Is that what you want? What do you want to do with me in your new bed?”

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Chapter 40: Little Bit...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Stalking/Minor injury (Blood)

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,404

Chapter 40

Jimin’s POV

“There she is. Baby, are you okay?” Jungkook asks, jumping up from where he was seated at the island, looking relieved.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m so sorry if I worried you.”

“Yeah, we were a little shaken at the intensity of your emotions, but we knew you were meditating and tapping in, so we didn’t want to disturb you,” I explain.

“Intense isn’t the word. The heatedness made me jump out of bed. I woke up in a puddle of sweat,” Jungkook added.

“I’m so sorry,” Tia apologizes for waking him, and Jungkook wraps her in his arms.

“Don’t apologize for that. You’re still getting the hang of all of this. I was about to get up anyway. I missed you too much.”

Namjoon and Taehyung join us from the media room to check on Tia.

“I’m not gonna lie, I did peek down at you after the heat subsided but you were sleeping,” Namjoon admits.

“Wow, this is wild. My session did get very stifling, and it felt like fire was running through my veins,” she says as Jungkook is releasing her from his embrace, only for me to take her into my own arms. “I couldn’t take it anymore and had to tap out,” she admitted, looking deflated.

My heart aches for her, but I don’t know how to help her or even if I can. She’s mentioned that this is a journey she must walk alone. When she looks up at me, I rub her cheeks, and smile lazily and she returns it.

“It’s okay, beautiful. It’s okay,” is all I can think to say in hopes to keep her encouraged.

When we all move to sit at the island, but I grab a cold water from the fridge before taking a seat, sliding the bottle to Tia. She thanks me and gulps it down quickly. So much so that Taehyung gets up to grab her another. We sit here for a little over an hour and ask her tons of questions, being extremely curious about her experience. She tells us all about it and answers our many inquiries.

Since this is the first opportunity that we are all here with no obligations, we decide to make and enjoy dinner together before having a night of drinks, karaoke, and video games. Any problems or stress is the last thing on our minds as we sing and dance the night away.

I may have had one drink too many, just a bit past my limit, because I’m damn near falling asleep when it’s just a little past midnight. Laying across the couch, I watch as Tae and Jungkook finish their last game, and Tia is straddling Namjoon on the chair in the corner. I may be lit, but I see the guys catching glances, taking their eyes from the TV screen every now and then. Even over the sound of the game, I can hear the smacking of Tia’s lips against Namjoon’s, which forces a smile on my face. I think it’s safe to assume that Tia hasn’t found out how to shut off transmitting or how to control broadcasting her feelings to us. She is obviously turned on and wants Namjoon badly because my dick is hard as fuck. Taehyung and Jungkook look at each other, trying not to laugh, as they move to adjust themselves in sync.

“I need you right now,” I can vaguely make out her voice from across the room. She stands and takes Namjoon’s hand, leading him up the stairs.

“Fuck! That was strong!”

“Man, what?! I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life,” Taehyung answers Jungkook.

“I hope Namjoon is ready. It seems like it’s going to be a long night,” I mention to the guys. 

Tia’s POV

My heart pounds in my chest, the excitement and need to be conquered by him taking over my system. We can’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough, ripping, pulling, and tossing clothes around the room carelessly. We make it to the bed, which is illuminated by the moonlight through the window, where he helps me to lie down gently before kneeling between my open legs. My body is quivering with the anticipation of our first time together. Also, the length of him that I felt while straddling him may be adding to it. 

He dips his head to get a taste of my essence but I grab his ears, stopping him, unable to wait. I need him inside of me.

“I want you,” I say to him.

“You have me…all of me,” he says, his warm breath against my thigh.

“I need you inside of me.”

“Is this you asking nicely? I think you can do better than that, don’t you?” Namjoon starts to play, collecting the wetness between my lips and rubbing his digits along my slit.

My mouth falls open as his hands are finally touching me where I need him most. He slides two fingers into me and finds that spot instantly, caressing it slowly. I’m still holding on to his ears but the pull is no longer there. A moan forms in my throat and escapes my lips without permission.

“I will give you whatever you want, Little Bit, all you have to do is ask nicely,” he taunts and sits up, releasing his ears from my grip. He digs deeper into my pussy and watches. The way that he’s observing me is like an artist viewing their art, looking for ways to tweak something here and there to make it perfect. He takes notice of my expressions, how my body moves, and how my nails are digging into his wrist. 

“Ummm, please,” is all I can give him right now. I’m so horny, and his fingers inside of me feel too good. I can feel myself leaking into his palm. I’m close.

Namjoon continues his movements and asks, “What do you want, little?”

I’m right on the brink of ecstasy. So close that my mouth is wide open and my eyes are beginning to roll.

He notices and stops.

“Speak up, baby.”

“Namjoon, I want you. I need you inside of me,” I say on a whimper.

“What else?”

“Please. Please, Namjoon. Give me that dick.”

He stands to lean over my body, pressing his soft, thick lips against mine. High key, I could cum right now but I’m trying my best to hold out. I don’t want to come like this. Not for our first time. I want to feel him. Just then, the heat from his tip taps at my entrance and he starts to slide into me. The stretch takes me by surprise and I gasp. My reflexes kick in, and I grab onto his biceps, digging my nails into his skin. 

He halts himself, rests the majority of his body weight on his forearm next to my head, and uses the other to rub my face.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

“No.”

“Are you sure, Tia? We don’t have to do this.”

“I want to. I want you, Namjoon.”

His pelvis remains still as he kisses me so deeply and passionately that I could melt. I suck his full bottom lip between my teeth, licking softly across it before letting go with a suck. The grip I have on his arms begins to relax, and he moves to kiss my cheek, licks across my jawline down to my neck, where he sucks. My body responds to his touch, it relaxes, and I move my hands to hug his neck, one hand traveling into his hair. I feel him pull out just a bit, lubricating his tip in my juices, before he inches in a bit more. 

“Ummm!”

“You can do it, baby. Relax, and take me. I got you,” he says against the shell of my ear. The depth of his voice and the warmth of his breath sends shivers down my spine.

His arms are now under my body, one hand hooked over my shoulder and the other around my waist. The way he’s holding me, so tight, makes me feel safe and secure, like nothing will ever harm me as long as he’s near. He repeats his previous actions, pulling back a bit then pushing in.

I hiss as the stretch is insane, but I don’t push him away. While it is slightly uncomfortable at the moment, just being here with him, wrapped in his embrace, and knowing that he will fill me up so well in just a bit, makes it all worth it.

“We’re almost there, baby. You’re doing so well, taking my dick like a good girl.”

Again. He slides in a little more.

“Ah, Namjoon.”

“Open up for me, mama. Just a little more.”

Back, then in. This time, he pushes in all the way.

“Oh, my God! Namjoon!”

“Shhh, it’s okay. You did so good, baby. You did so good,” he soothes and begins to move the tiniest bit with his face buried in my neck. “Fuck,” he whispers then begins to lap at my throat and nibble at my jaw.

I’m completely stuffed, full of him. My body, now becoming familiar and stretched to accommodate his girth, begins to move with him. Slowly, we begin to dance to the same rhythm, his thickness grazing every inch of my walls. The feeling is commanding and I feel as if I’ll overflow. The knot in the pit of my stomach pulls tighter.

“Fuck, Tia. You feel so good. You’re so wet for me.”

“It’s all for you, baby,” I tell him and kiss any inch of skin I can reach while holding him close to me.

“Damn, I could stay in this pussy all day.”

He pushes in with a little more force, dragging his fat tip across the roof of my canal with more pressure.

“Joonie, fuck! Stay right there. Right there. Don’t stop,” I hope he can hear me, my voice is barely audible.

He does and answers, “I’m gonna take care of you. I promise.”

Keeping the same, leisurely pace, he pushes in a little deeper, sending heat throughout my entire body. When he pulls one of his hands from under my back and places it on the bottom of my abdomen, pushing down slightly, it focuses all of the heat on that area. I can feel his dick stroking across his palm through my flesh, sending different sensations to my leaking pussy.

“Oh, Joon, I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” I warn.

As if sensing my hesitation, he says, “Relax your body, and breathe, Little. It’s okay. Trust me and let go.”

Trying to follow his instruction, my body goes limp while he doesn’t miss a beat, still pumping into me at the same tempo. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, still paying attention to the sensations he’s providing.

“Good job, Little. You’re almost there.”

The knot in my stomach, with his hand still over it, unravels, and I cum hard, the feeling amplified due to my intentional focus and mindfulness. My orgasm crashes against me like a wave that pulls me under. Screaming his name, I claw at the duvet, trying to escape the insufferable pleasure. I am not running away from the feeling he’s providing…well, not entirely. It’s the feeling I try to avoid, ESPECIALLY in bed. That indicator, like I have to pee, is so powerful I can’t hold it back.

“Don’t run. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He talks while looking down at me, “Take me, Tia. Just like that.” He releases a sound from his throat, like a moan and a growl combined, “Good girl. Such a fucking good girl, shit.”

The climax seems to go on forever and the feeling is so overwhelming that I begin to sob with fat, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. My pussy weeps as well, my thighs and his stomach are soaked, the warm gush dripping down my ass onto the bed. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re such a mess. Such a beautiful fucking mess. I love it,” he says, wiping my tears. He doesn’t stop fucking me until I’ve come down and my breathing regulates. 

“Come here.”

He pulls out of me and guides me to lie with him, cuddling me from behind. He lifts my leg for easier access and lines himself to slide back into me. This time is much easier with my body now used to him, but still, his strokes are nice and easy. My entire body is ablaze with his large hand holding me closely, his fingers splayed across my abdomen. This, in combination with his gentle grunts and his hot kisses on my neck, has me about to plunge over the edge again.

If I wasn’t packed to the brim with his fat dick, the gentle rocking his body is creating could possibly lull me to sleep. Instead, he finds that special spot and abuses it, not letting up, and driving me crazy. With his free hand, he grabs me by the jaw and moves my face closer to his to give me sloppy kisses as I moan and whimper into his mouth. He eases up, giving me a chance to catch my breath.

“Let’s switch,” he suggests and lies back on the pillows.

I straddle his hips with my back to him.

“Oh, reverse cowgirl, huh?”

“Not quite,” I say, reaching between my thighs to guide him inside of me.

When my pelvis is flush with his, I straighten my legs and carefully lay my back to his chest. With the height difference, I can feel his chin on the crown of my head. His arms automatically wind around my waist to hold me against him as he begins to move his hips. 

He’s only a few strokes in when he says, “Oh, shit. This ain’t gonna work, babe. This feels too fucking good.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I can’t help but tease him. “Fuck me, Namjoon.”

“Shit,” he whispers.

He grinds into me slowly yet deeply. His heavy pants into my hair tickle my scalp as he’s grunting and moaning. The position allows even more pressure to my vaginal ceiling than before and his penis is throbbing inside of me, making me climb closer to climax even quicker. His left hand finds its way up and around my neck and his right hand travels down to my clit, the groans that escape me should elicit a new level of embarrassment. But, no fucks are given as I transcend into orbit. 

Namjoon is not far behind when he says, “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum inside of me. Give me every drop, Joonie.”

“UH, FUCK!”

He splatters his cream deep within my walls, and his hips shudder as he rides out his high.

Another POV

Tony is going crazy, not knowing how Tia is doing or what she’s up to. He continuously paces back and forth in the same place, biting at the skin on his thumb, trying his best to resist the urge to text or call her. He hates the fact that all of the listening devices he’d planted no longer connect. He did hear that one was found by the officer that’s always around her and he’s assuming the one he hid in the bouquet of flowers Brandon had him deliver was thrown out with the wilted flowers.

Leave that woman alone. Don’t make us regret getting you out.

Jason’s words echo in his head, playing over and over and over again. “Fuck!” He’s so deep in his thoughts, only pulled to his senses when he bites his finger a little too hard, drawing blood next to his nail bed. When he looks to examine the damage, he’s bitten a chunk of skin away and it’s bleeding pretty bad. It would make sense for him to try to clean it and put on a bandage, but instead, he grabs his coat from the back of the couch and leaves the house. He’s sure he’ll feel better if he could just see her, even if it’s just a glimpse.

Jimin’s POV

The sounds coming from the bedroom sound mouth-wateringly delicious. My dick is painfully rock hard just from listening to them. Tia and Namjoon have been going at it for over an hour now, and knowing Tia, she will fall asleep as soon as they finish. Knowing this, I know I’ll have a solo session tonight to relieve myself. I leave Jungkook and Taehyung downstairs to suffer together and come upstairs to shower. When I make it up to my and Taehyung’s room, I flick the light on as I cross the threshold. Stepping into the area, I feel like I’m not alone or that I’m being watched. I just chalk it up to one of Tia’s emotions transferring to me, which wouldn’t make sense with her current situation, yet I shrug it off. I begin to undress and prepare for my shower, grabbing the bottle of lube on my way out.

Jungkook’s POV

Once Jimin abandons us downstairs, Taehyung and I wander into the kitchen, deciding to take a few more shots. Tia and Namjoon have been playing for a while, and I’m sure she will be knocked out as soon as they’re done, so we decide to entertain ourselves. We chat about this and that and are really enjoying each other’s company.  After hanging for a bit, we’re on our way down to the theater room, and I swear as soon as my foot touches the bottom step, a feeling of uneasiness comes over me, causing me to freeze in place.

“You feel that too?”

Only after hearing his voice do I turn around to Taehyung.

“Yeah, something’s not right.”

“Do you think Tia’s emotions are fucking with us again?”

“Probably so. Let’s just go watch the movie.”

We both dismiss the feeling and get comfy on the bean bag chairs.

Namjoon’s POV

Finally having Tia all to myself is beyond amazing. I wonder if she notices when I wipe my own tears from my face. This experience is perfect, and I would love nothing more than to make her happy for the rest of my life and many lifetimes after this. 

When we are done with our love session, I know she’s sleeping when I say something to her and she doesn't respond. That, and the fact that she is breathing heavily and her body is limp. 

“Let me up so I can get you cleaned up, babe,” I say again, with no response. Finally, I gently roll her onto her side so that I can get up and get her as clean as I can without her having to shower. 

In the bathroom, I grab a bath cloth and soak it in warm water and suddenly get a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something isn’t right. Ignoring it, I return to the bedroom to find Tia sitting straight up in bed.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know just yet, but I think Tony is here, or he’s on his way here.”

“Wait, what? How do you know? Are you sure?”

I don’t do well under pressure and begin to panic, only wanting to be able to protect Tia. It’s like I’m glitching, turning this way and that way, unsure of which direction I want to go or what I should do first. I’m pulled out of my whirlwind of emotions when I glance at Tia again. Head raised to the heavens, her eyes are doing that thing again, fluttering rapidly. 

Suddenly, a strong feeling of bravery, strength, and defense hits me like a ton of bricks. There’s no denying or ignoring this feeling, as I can feel that Tia is intentionally sending this signal. I find my pants that were strewn on the floor and collect Tia’s clothes, placing them next to her. I think to go and get the guys, but I open the door to Jimin rushing out of the hall bath, soaking wet, trying to clothe himself. We’re speaking about our suspicions, and I tell him what Tia said. He moves past me to peek in on her just as we hear Jungkook and Taehyung rounding the staircase.

“What the fuck is going on?”

I reply to Jungkook by informing him and Taehyung of what Tia had warned. As we continue to converse at the top of the stairs, Tia comes out of the room now fully dressed. Jungkook runs to his room and comes back with his 9mm in hand. Leading the way downstairs, we follow him into the living room, all of us peeking through the blinds.

“Call the police,” I try to say as calmly as possible when I see the silhouette of a man standing still at the end of the driveway.

“What?”

“Tae, call the police. There’s someone standing right next to the mailbox.”

“Oh, shit,” he says after finally seeing him, takes his phone from his pocket, and steps into the foyer to make the call.

“I’m going out there,” Jungkook announces and begins to move from the window.

“No, the fuck you’re not,” Jimin replies as Tia and I relay the same sentiments.

“JK, just stay in here until the cops arrive. I know you are the police, but you’re not on duty, AND he’s not, technically, trespassing as he’s standing in the road,” I try to convince him.

“A few units are nearby and will be here in about 3 minutes. Just stay cool, Koo. The cops will come and arrest him, maybe not for trespassing, but he is violating the restrictions of his bond and the restraining order,” Taehyung reports.

That seems to appease him, and he calms down a bit. I go back to the window next to Jimin.

“He’s still there. Hasn’t moved,” he says.

“Good,” I say, hoping that he gets caught in his own trap.

“He’s going to try to run away, but there will be a man walking his dog who will collide with him, making him fall. He is still going to get away, though, but there’s no need for us to worry. He’s not going to be able to harm us and will be going to prison soon. Also, the neighbor is going to live with us,” Tia says so calmly and matter-of-factly.

“Huh?” I would be on the floor laughing at Jimin’s expression if we weren't in such a serious situation. I’ve never seen his eyes so wide.

A moment later, we can hear the sirens coming closer, and he does, too. He bolts for it in the opposite direction of the sirens. I can barely see him until he’s in front of the neighbor’s house, right under a street light. A man with a little brown and white dog is coming this way, and Tony runs right into him, causing them both to fall to the asphalt. He springs back up and limps away.

Finally, a police car yields next to the man with the dog, and he points the officer in the direction Tony went. A couple more units pull into the drive, and Jungkook goes out to meet them while one of the officers speaks with the neighbor. They ask us all several questions, and the last officer returns with the neighbor. When he approaches, I get the same rollercoaster of emotions I’ve gotten with the guys. I look around the group, and judging by how they’re all exchanging looks and trying to communicate silently, I assume they feel it, too. That and the fact that he seems to be entranced by Tia, which is not surprising, but still an indicator.

“Hey, I live a few doors down. I’ve meant to come by and introduce myself but could never find the right time. I hate that we are meeting under these circumstances, but it’s nice to meet you, finally.”

“You should have come on by. It’s nice to meet you, too. I’m Tia Monroe.”

“Tia…I love that,” he says, reaching out to take her hand.

“Hey, baby. Hey,” Taehyung says to the dog, squatting down to pet him. “What’s his name?”

“Mickey,” the man informs him.

“Don’t be rude, Tae. He hasn’t even introduced himself yet,” Jimin reprimands.

“Ah, I’m so sorry,” Taehyung apologizes. “Please don’t mind me. I love animals, so I got a little too excited, and he’s so cute.”

The man just laughs at Taehyung’s cuteness.

“No worries. I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok,” he says, extending his hand to greet us all.

All of our eyes seem to go to the same place as he extends his arm.

“Oh, shit,” I say.

“Bro, you good?” Jimin asks.

“Oh my God! Are you hurt?” We all crowd around him and Tia jumps into action, pulling at the man’s clothes, searching for a wound. Her hands are all over his torso and under his shirt, worriedly inspecting him.

He gasps when Tia’s hands graze across his skin and grabs her wrist, halting her movements. I can’t see Tia’s reaction from where I’m standing and I wonder if it mirrors Hoseok’s. The look in his eyes is as if he wants to eat her up, his desire is palatable. They stand staring at each other like that for what seems like hours, then he rights himself, snapping back into the moment, and slowly releases Tia’s hand.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he questions, obviously confused.

He looks down to see what we are all going on about, only to find that his jacket is bloodstained.

“Oh, damn…this must be from that guy. I’m okay. I’m not hurt,” he reassures us.

Before they leave, one of the officers lets him know that they will have to take it in as evidence. While it isn’t winter yet, it’s still a bit nippy out, especially in the middle of the night.

“Would you like to come in? You must be cold,” Jungkook offers.

I wonder if he can feel it…the pull. He’s got to be one of us, judging by his effect on me. On us.

Nervously, I’m observing his eyes, looking for any indication of what he will say next.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” he says politely.

“No intrusion at all. You’re more than welcome,” Tia says.

“Okay then…I would love to,” he accepts.

And then there were five…another piece has been added to our puzzle.

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Chapter 45: Piece of Happiness...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,175

A/N:

Compersion (noun): A feeling of joy when a loved one invests in and takes pleasure from another romantic or sexual relationship. The opposite of jealousy and typically is used in reference to nontraditional or polyamorous relationships.

Yoongi's POV

"No, I'm okay for now. Y'all go ahead. I'm almost done," I tell Tia when she asks if I'd like to come down while she prepares dinner. Don't get me wrong, I am definitely starving but I really want to get this bed done so that she and the guys can rest comfortably tonight. My guys bring up the last few boards, and I send them home for the evening after thanking them for their hard work. Once I'm done nailing the last slat board down, I start to assemble the drawers that will serve as storage in the footboard. When they are complete, I install them on the drawer slides, opening and closing them several times to make sure they have smooth movement. This sprawling bed is equivalent to two king size beds put together, taking up the entirety of one wall, only leaving room for the night stands to fit snuggly between it and the adjacent walls. Thankfully, there is more room in the bedroom, almost like a whole other bedroom is attached. This place is incredible, from the high ceilings, to the gold sconces, beautiful color palette, to the awe-inspiring floor plan.

The way that I've built this bed allows for a platform feel with no need for a box spring to support their current mattress and the new one that was delivered yesterday, being able to rest on the slats. I am a man that knows my limitations and realize that there is no way that I'll be able to get this mattress on the frame or bring the one from the garage up alone. When I'm finished cleaning up my mess and gathering my tools, I head downstairs to ask the guys for help. My foot hits the bottom stair when I overhear their cheerful conversations and joyful laughter. It's a sound that I wish could be bottled up and saved for later, I imagine that this is what heaven sounds like. I drop my things onto the floor after rounding the staircase and head into the kitchen. As if waiting for me to join them, they all greet me with such excitement and so much love.

"Yoongi, come join us," Jimin offers, reaching for my hand while Jungkook reaches for the other.

"Are you finally done? We've been waiting so long," Taehyung adds.

"Yeah, I just finished up and was actually coming down to ask for a hand or two putting the mattresses on."

"That can wait. Come. Sit," Namjoon says.

"You really should eat something. You haven't eaten all day," Tia mentions, putting me on blast.

"WHAT?!" The guys all speak in unison, clearly upset that I've not had a meal.

"No, I did. I had a few tangerines, some water, and-," I say nervously rubbing the back of my neck. I don't even get to finish my sentence before multiple hands are pulling me to sit at the table.

"Why haven't you had a proper meal," Hoseok asks with a frown. "You have to make sure you don't miss meals so that you won't get sick. Here," he says as he places a plate of spaghetti in front of me, grabs my hand, and slides a utensil into it. Even though I love this bunch, it is still awkward to have everyone's focus on me, worrying over me. Before it gets too uncomfortable, everyone goes back to what they were doing as if on cue. Some are bringing food to the table while others are bringing more dinnerware and utensils, napkins, and taking drink orders. They are all busy doing this or that, except for Hoseok, who hasn't left my side since I sat down.

Once everyone's task is done, they come to join us, sitting comfortably around the table. The sound of dishes clinking, more conversations, and laughter fill the space. This is not something I'm used to being that I live alone. Even my dog, Holly, is with my parents as I've been too busy to properly care for him, too swamped with jobs.

"Wow, everything looks delicious and this spaghetti is the best I've had," I compliment before digging in for another bite.

"I'm glad you like it! It's a simple meal but is still one of my favorites," Tia tells me.

"It really is so good. Here, try this too," Namjoon says, placing pieces of steak on my plate.

"Me, too," Taehyung says, wanting Namjoon to share with him as well and he does as Taehyung reaches over to put a piece of fried chicken on my plate next to the steak tips. "Here. You don't have any chicken."

"Sorry about all the random sides. I know they don't really match but we wanted to make sure there was enough for everyone," Tia says. "Speaking of which, who wants to do the grocery run tomorrow?"

Jungkook and Taehyung volunteer, then Jungkook asks, "You coming, Yoongi?"

Even though I understand what this relationship is and its logistics, I'm still caught off guard by the question.

"Huh?" I ask for clarification while almost choking on my drink.

"My bad, I just thought..." he trails off, looking around at the others seemingly afraid that he's made a mistake.

"We didn't get a chance to talk about the next step," Tia tells everyone. "So, we talked about our relationship, things that the rest of us have experienced, and the things that have led up to this point. I didn't get a chance, however, to get your opinion on living arrangements. Of course, we all want you to stay with us, but what is going to make you the most comfortable is what matters."

She is sitting directly in front of me, peering at me while everyone else goes back to their meals. It's like they know how to treat me, understanding that I get uncomfortable under pressure, without me having to say a word. When she offers to speak with me privately, I find my courage and decide to talk as a collective.

"Is that truly something you all want? I really don't want to intrude or be in the way."

"You wouldn't be," Namjoon says, and goes into further details regarding accommodations. "We all have a separate bedroom outside of Tia's, though we don't sleep there, preferring to cozy up together in Tia's bed."

"Our bed," Tia corrects him with a sly grin.

"My bad. Yes, our bed," he says, giving her hand a squeeze. "Our clothes and other belongings are in those bedrooms, though."

"There are, also, bathrooms upstairs that we've used if the main one is occupied. There is another in the basement as well as a couple more bedrooms," Jimin explains.

"So, the bed was built so that we could all fit but there is plenty of space around here and things for you to do if you ever need some alone time," says Jungkook.

"We are in no way trying to talk you into doing something you're not comfortable with, but I think I can speak for everyone when I say we would be thrilled to have you here," Taehyung says, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Have you decided what you want to do, Hobi?" Jimin asks Hoseok, taking some of the heat off of me.

"I have. Actually, I mentioned to Tia earlier that I would love to stay if you all would have me," he answers. "I would just need to tie up the loose ends back home which will be easy since the lease on my apartment will be up this month. I can probably get that done tomorrow."

"Nice!" Namjoon begins, followed by similar sentiments from the others.

"What are you thinking?" Hoseok asks me.

"I don't know. It's all happening so fast. I told Tia earlier, it all seems too good to be true. Do you guys never get jealous of each other? Is everyone dating each other? I have so many questions right now."

They speak more in detail and patiently answer any of my additional questions. I do, really, want to stay but I also value my time alone, being more introverted than the others. The lease on my apartment ends this month as well, so the timing would be perfect. It's just so much happening at once. Tia is so patient with me and shares more of the knowledge she has acquired regarding polyamorous relationships.

"Polyamory, of course, is being in a relationship with multiple, consenting individuals at one time. Being that there are seven of us now, we are considered a polycule. You guys are not required to do anything you don't want to, including dating or being physical with each other. The guys are used to and understand the pull that brings more love into the house. Correct me if I'm wrong guys, but they seem to experience compersion seeing me meet new people."

"Absolutely! She is so damn cute when I watch her with the other guys or meeting new people. Her joy brings me so much joy," Taehyung confirms and the others agree with various hums and nods.

"So, Tia is like an anchor, being our 'home' of sorts. She is the reason we are all here and is our primary priority," Jimin adds. "There are rules that we choose to abide by," he says while pointing to the other men, "and that is that the relationship is closed. We have no desire to find love or other romantic relationships outside of this polycule. Did I use that word right?"

When Tia nods, his eyes disappear when he smiles with pride. Taehyung winks at him as if congratulating his feat. They are so fucking adorable.

"So, these guys have decided to be my nesting partners," Tia says with air quotes, "who will live here with me. We will share our lives fully, from living arrangements to finances."

"No pressure. I get it if you need to think about it a bit more," Jungkook comforts me. "And solo poly is an option, right, Noona?"

"Of course. You can choose to live independently to come and go as you please."

The way that my true feelings burst out of my mouth is borderline scary, both because it seemed to pop involuntary and because I'm saying it aloud, "I want to!" Fuck, that was loud. I pause for a moment to compose myself. They have not given me any reason to keep this hypothetical wall up and I must admit, I've never felt this secure in a romantic relationship before. "I want to stay, too."

"Yay!" Tia practically jumps from her chair and skips around the table to me. Standing behind my chair, she drapes herself over my shoulders to take my face into her hands, freckling one side of my face with kisses before she kisses my lips. I hear Jungkook and Namjoon whoop loudly while Jimin and Taehyung clap their hands with excitement. Hoseok gently places his hand on my thigh under the table before I take it into my own hand. They sure have the ability to make a man feel wanted, and I've never been more certain of a decision in my life. I guess I'm home, sweet home.

Hoseok's POV

Meeting Yoongi was like looking into Tia's eyes for the first time; comfortable, loving, and magnetic. The grip on my heart is like a vice and the lust I have for them burns, scorching my body from within. I'm not saying that I love him more than the other guys, but it is definitely different. I could have orgasmed just from touching his hand earlier, the feelings so overwhelming and intense. I'm so glad that he's decided to stay with us. I was afraid for a moment that he was going to decline.

After dinner, I volunteer to do the dishes which are in a hot, soapy bath that Taehyung prepared. Even though Tia mentioned that he did the dishes this morning, he still offers to stay and help me while the others do their own thing.

"You really don't have to help me. Tia said that you've done the dishes today already. I just want to help out, you know? Earn my keep around here," I say jokingly but also meaning it wholeheartedly.

"No worries. I want to. Doing the dishes is therapeutic for me, plus, I get to spend some one-on-one time with you. I can't turn that down."

Not me blushing, now knowing that Taehyung has been wanting to spend time with me.

"Yes, it does seem like we haven't really been alone. I'm sure it's because I just joined you all and was in the introduction stage. Do you usually get to spend time with the other guys?"

"Yes, we all get to spend quality time together. Me and JK play video games and I watch movies in the theater with Jimin. Earlier, I was able to chill with Namjoon in the library," Taehyung shares.

Curiosity eats at me and I can't help but question him, "Do you guys ever-?"

"Ever what? Are you asking if we have sex?"

"W-well," his directness along with his deep voice and piercing stare makes me feel bashful under his gaze. "Yes. Do you guys have sex? Are you attracted to the other men?"

"No, we've not had sex but we are intimate when we're with Tia. I am, absolutely, attracted to the others and you. You are all so beautiful, how could I not be? There is no rule saying that we can't be together if we want, it just hasn't happened yet."

We finish up our chore while speaking about this and that. The conversation is comfortable like talking to an old friend. I rinse the last of the dishes that he then places into the dishwasher. We wipe down the countertops and stove, then sweep the floor as this is what 'cleaning the kitchen' consists of, Taehyung mentions Tia's statement from a previous conversation.

"She's super chill and doesn't ask for much, but I notice that her mood can change a bit if things aren't clean. I think clutter makes her feel overwhelmed and frazzled. That's another reason I don't mind cleaning; I want to do my part to keep her happy. She's been through so much and deserves to live a soft life."

I'm falling in love with the look in his eyes as he's mentioning Tia and I want him to be just as happy as she is. I consciously vow to make sure that I also do my part to keep that expression on all of their faces.

Jimin's POV

I am the type of person that observes, clocks things, but keeps it all to myself until others are ready to express themselves. So when I see Hoseok reach over to rest Yoongi's thigh, I look at Tia. She saw it too, judging by the knowing smirk on her face and that twinkle of mischief in her eye. I wonder what is going on between them and when she looks over at me, I raise a questioning brow to which she smiles fully.

When we finish our meals and clear the table of its dishes, Hoseok and Taehyung stay behind to clean the kitchen, Jungkook goes upstairs to shower, and Namjoon takes Yoongi on a tour of his new home. I am so excited that there will be more people to share my love with, but right now, I need to talk to Tia.

"Come here," I whisper to her and lead her down the stairs into the basement.

"What? Boy, what are you doing?"

"Well, there are a couple of things I'm curious about," I confess once we make it to the bottom of the stairs, while rubbing the back of my neck, suddenly nervous to bring this up. I really don't want to make things weird or disrupt the peace we have in this house. At the same time, she is the love of my life and I've decided to dedicate my life to her and the fellas. I should be able to be my true self and be honest with them all. "Fuck, I'm gonna grab a drink. Would you like something?"

"Honestly, I've been craving some red wine," she mentions while making her way to the theater area, taking a seat on one of the comfy chairs. "I don't know if I've developed an aversion to it after being poisoned, but I'm afraid to drink it. Does that make sense?"

"That makes perfect sense," I say while making my way to the bar area. "I'll pour you a glass from one of the bottles I brought from my house if you want."

"Yes, let's try that. If it's coming from you, I know I'll be fine."

"I figured you'd be reluctant to drink anything from the cellar. I hope you don't mind, but I threw all of the wine bottles and liquor bottles that looked tampered with away. Also any bottles that looked like they could be easily contaminated. I did bring all of the bottles I've been saving from home and I plan on replacing the ones I tossed."

"I don't mind at all. I'm touched to know that you thought about me and wanted to make sure I felt safe. You are so stinking sweet and I love you so much."

I round the corner with two glasses and the bottle of wine, nearly prancing from the affection she's expressed for me.

"Awww, babe. I love you, too!" It's not the first time I've heard it, but it makes me giddy just the same. I lean over to kiss her glossy lips before I take my seat next to her and open the bottle. "Here you go," I say and hand her the stemless glass. My heart warms when I watch her take a sniff of the liquid and close her eyes before bringing it to her plump lips. Watching her savor the drink as it washes over her tongue is damn near orgasmic and I'm trying not to drool at the sight.

"Oh my God, Jimin. This is so good and it's been so long, I could cry," she says jokingly but there is some truth behind her eyes.

"I'm glad you like it. I know how you love a good red wine so I can imagine it being tough being afraid to drink it. I'm glad I could bring you a little piece of happiness."

"A little piece? Just you being here fills my heart with so much joy," she says and leans over for another kiss.

Fuck! I want her so bad right now. Her lips, her skin is so fucking soft! Oh shit, I hope she doesn't notice.

I swear that she could just breathe in my direction and my dick would stand to salute her. I really hope she doesn't realize there's a bulge in my pants from just a little kiss. I've gotta stay focused as there are things I want to talk to her about. Taking a swig from my own glass, I think of the best way to approach the topic.

"I wanted to talk to you about last night. When we were watching that shit movie Jungkook picked, I noticed that you were a bit out of it. Your expression looked troubled, pissed even, and for some reason I feel like you're hiding something from us, like there is something you're purposely keeping from us."

"I can't sit here and say that's not true, Jiminie. There are things that I've seen in visions that I'm trying to prevent from happening. Please trust me on this and know that I will tell you all eventually, just not right now. I promise."

"I trust you baby, with all my heart. I just don't want you to struggle or suffer alone. That's what we're here for; to love you, care for you, and lessen your stress the best we can. If that means something as small as me sitting here so that you can vent, I'll do that."

"Jimin, baby, I really do appreciate you being concerned but just know that everything will be okay. I've seen things, heartbreaking things, and the only way I can stop those things from happening is to remain silent about this; at least for now. I hope you understand, in no way am I trying to be secretive," she rambles, trying to explain herself.

"Babe. Babe...shhh. I get it. You don't have to explain yourself. If this is the process you have to take, then do that. I am not questioning your honesty, I'm just worried about you," I say, placing my glass next to my feet before turning my whole body to face her, cupping my hand around hers which are still wrapped around her glass. "You don't have to share anything that you're not comfortable with, whether it pertains to your visions, your knowledge, or anything else. And with that being said," I pause a moment, looking down at our hands. "You saw it, too, earlier."

"Why, whatever do you mean?"

I look back into her eyes, amused at her trying to skate around my statement.

"You know exactly what I mean. So, is that a thing or...?"

"Hey, it's not my business to tell but I will say that I've seen that they both will be very happy here with us."

"So, you knew Yoongi would decide to stay?"

She just smiles, remaining tight-lipped, before saying, "I would hate to spoil the ending for you", then winks before kissing me one last time. I don't consider myself nosy or a gossip, so the information, or lack thereof, that she's provided will have to do. As long as they are happy, I'm fine with anything and honestly I'm just taken aback being that we've not experienced another couple within our relationship. If I'm being truly honest with myself, I've had similar thoughts. I know I could have just talked to her about it but all of this still feels weird to me. I wonder if she's seen things about me. About my desires.

Tia's POV

Yes. I saw it, but way before Jimin did. When I looked into Yoongi's eyes, I saw that he will experience a beautiful love with Hoseok. While the love we share is strong and the love they have for the others is undeniable, their love will be something special. I am over the moon and so excited to be able to experience it with them. I think by answering Jimin the way I did, it will provide privacy for Hoseok and Yoongi while also answering the questions that rest unasked beneath his eyes. I have not seen what lies ahead for him, but I can feel his hunger as well as his uncertainty. I want to maintain the trust amongst us all, allowing us to feel secure and safe to be our authentic selves. And I will do the same for Mr. Sassy Pants if he decides to date within our relationship.

Jimin has my heart and I don't think he realizes how big of a gesture and how much he touched my heart by cleaning out the wine cellar. While it may have been a small act in his mind, for me it means so much more. As a mental health professional, I can definitely see signs of PTSD within myself from my experience with those brothers, but knowing that my men care so much for me and are attentive enough to recognize and want to combat the symptoms melts me.

I've not spoken to the guys about my past before meeting them, only focusing on our present and future, but I've not had a partner to care for me or treat me so tenderly before. And if I'm being sincere, it is taking some getting used to.

I can understand what Yoongi meant when he said that this all seems too good to be true. If I hadn't seen glimpses of our future, I would be skeptical, too, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I guess my ancestors know me better than I know myself and knew that I would need to see at least a peek of the intimacy and love we will experience for each other. Even when I have my moments of doubt or possible self-sabotaging actions, a comfort comes over me that allows me to lean into the love the guys are providing instead of pushing them away out of fear of getting hurt. Every time they kiss me,all of my doubts and worries disappear, being replaced with excitement and anticipation for our many days to come.

A/N:

Thank you so much to @downbad4yoongi for beta reading this chapter!

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Chapter 46: You Mean Nothing...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content/Murder/Blood/Attack by stalker/Strangulation

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,844

Chapter 46

Tia’s POV

Not only have my ancestors given me a peek at the passion the guys and I will hold dearly, but they have also informed me of the best way to navigate situations to keep us all safe. I had told Jimin that I was keeping something from them to prevent a situation that could harm us physically and mentally. However, I couldn't reveal more details as it might negatively impact our timeline. I know that if I told him, he would immediately tell the others in an attempt to keep me safe. Because of that, I also couldn’t let him know of today’s events.

“Y’all, I’m starving! We don’t have anything to cook for lunch,” I whine while sprawled across the couch, my head resting in Taehyung’s lap. Even though we did have a late breakfast, it’s well past lunchtime and my belly lets me know by rumbling loudly. This is just another reason to put some fire under these guys.

“We, literally, just had breakfast,” Jungkook chuckles while rubbing my calf, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. “There’s no way you’re hungry again already.”

“It’s okay, my baby,” Taehyung says sweetly yet teasingly while stroking my hair. I pout up at his handsome face, which makes him laugh, then offer, “We’ll go as soon as Yoongi gets here, okay?”

“There are still chips in the pantry. Do you want a bag to hold you over?”

“Joonie, you’re so sweet but I want meat,” I say, declining his offer, not even realizing I’d inadvertently walked myself into a joke.

“Well, if that’s the case, I just might have something you can snack on,” Jungkook teases.

I can’t help but laugh out loud and kick at him playfully.

“Wow, Koo. While that sounds appetizing, I’ll save that for later.”

Our laughter dies down before Jimin can ask, “Did Hoseok say what time he’d be back from Bangtan?”

“He said it’d be later this evening, most likely,” I answer him without looking over at him lying on the floor near Namjoon’s chair, scrolling on his phone judging by the Tiktok sounds I hear.

“So we really do need to leave as soon as Yoongi gets here so that we can make dinner before he gets back,” Jungkook realizes.

“Or we could just do takeout tonight? Seems like that would be the easiest thing so you guys won’t be rushing,” Namjoon suggests.

“That sounds good to me,” Taehyung says, smiling down at me.

“You know I don’t mind that at all. Maybe we could get food from that new restaurant Tia wanted to try,” Jimin adds.

“Bet, that sounds like a plan then. Since we’re in no rush now, how about-,” Jungkook says as he runs his hand up my thighs to glide his finger under the hem of my black shorts.

“Koo!” I giggle as he leans across the couch, slithering his body to lay on top of me.

“Damn, this man never quits,” Namjoon says to no one in particular with a snicker.

“He is quite insatiable, huh?” Jimin laughs, answering Namjoon.

“I swear,” Taehyung agrees with a chuckle, joining the other men. “I don’t see how he does it. I guess I’m getting old cause my back is still sore from helping move those mattresses last night,” he retorts as he fondly runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, who is now kissing me deeply. Jungkook parts my legs with his knee, making room to rest his semi-erect manhood against my mound.

My giggles have long turned into moans and I find myself fighting the urge to allow my mind to cloud over with lust. I can’t. I have to get them out of this house. While I wish this make-out session could continue, I gently push Jungkook away by his shoulders.

“Babe,” is all I manage to say, thankfully being saved by the bell.

“That must be Yoongi,” Namjoon says, about to get up to answer the door.

“I got it,” Jimin offers, getting up to run out of the room.

Jungkook kisses my lips one more time before dismounting my body with a grin on his face. Taehyung leans over to kiss me, too, then helps me up from the couch to rush excitedly behind Jimin to meet Yoongi at the door. On my way to him, I suddenly see blue and red lights flashing in the peripheral of my mind’s eye, signaling that trouble is on the way. I have to get them away from the house…NOW!

Yoongi’s POV

I smile involuntarily when I’m met at the door by Jimin, Tia, and the sweetest smell of caramel or vanilla. Fighting the urge to pounce, the scent, along with the boyshorts that hug Tia’s hips and thighs, is triggering something primal within me. I remember the distinct aroma from yesterday, but it is inebriating coming from outside to be consumed by it again. When I come in contact with her soft body as she rushes into my arms, I bury my face in her neck and strands of her hair tickle my cheek.

“YOONGI!”

She continues to squeal my name, pulling me into her even tighter. I’m not usually a fan of loud noises but the way she screams my name sends chills down my spine. Not even realizing that I’d begin to squeeze her tighter, I relax my fists to release her shirt from my grip and my grip on her.

“Geez,” she says lightheartedly, slowly pulling away. “I couldn’t breathe for a second there. Are you okay?”

I’m slightly embarrassed by the effect she has on me, or rather my inability to control myself. I reassure her that I’m fine and apologize while Jimin caresses her back and checks to make sure she’s okay. After a moment, she seems to speed walk her way back through the foyer and disappears into the kitchen.

FUCK! She must be pissed at me.

Before I can mentally spiral, Jimin is there to talk to me.

“Bro, breathe,” he says and I exhale a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I don’t want to hurt her, I swear. It’s just-,” I try to explain before he finishes my sentence.

“It’s her scent. I know. I get it. We’ve all been there, I promise,” he reassures me, his hand on my shoulder. “It does get better with being around her more. Come on,” he says, leading me through the kitchen and into the living room where the other guys are. They all extend warm welcomes, taking turns coming to hug me. My heart feels so full, I could cry.

“Ahem,” I clear the lump from my throat, “what are you guys up to?”

I try to discreetly read Tia’s expression from where I’m standing. I watch while her eyes dart here and there, also, taking notice of her shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

I thought she was upset with me for hurting but she seems more tense than angry now. Anxious, even. Maybe I’m reading too much into it.

“Waiting for you to get here. Grocery run, remember?” Jungkook answers, then grabs his hoodie from the back of the couch and puts it on.

“Dang, he just got here,” Namjoon says to Jungkook, his sulking evident by his expression.

“I know! I feel the same way, but let's think of it this way,” Tia says. “The sooner they leave, the quicker they’ll be back, right?”

She stands on her tiptoes to kiss his lips which seems to appease him for now. Taehyung gathers his things, Tia passes out kisses to him, Jungkook and me, then we’re out the door.

Namjoon’s POV

I don’t know if Jimin noticed before he left to go to the dance studio, but Tia seems a bit on edge. Something ain’t right. I can tell that she’s trying to downplay it, but as I’ve mentioned before, I feel like I’ve known her forever. I know her little quirks, habits, and mannerisms. And right now, she seems rigid and tense…almost robotic.

“Little, you good?”

You would have thought I yelled at her by the way she flinches.

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I was in my head for a moment,” she tells me, which could be true. I understand that she’s still getting a handle on her gifts. I can’t imagine how she must be feeling trying to navigate that on top of all of the excitement surrounding our new living situation.

“I just asked if you are okay. You seem off.”

“I’m okay, really. I’m just a little tired, I guess. Do you want to nap with me?”

I agree, a little drowsy myself, and follow her upstairs. We snuggle up under the sprawling duvet and the bed seems even larger with just the two of us in it. Once in the middle, we cuddle up against each other, her tiny frame fitting perfectly with mine. When I feel her body fully relax and her breathing deepens, I’m able to succumb to my own tiredness, knowing that she’s safe in my arms.

Jimin’s POV

In the studio, I connect my phone to the speakers and play one of my playlists. I allow my body to move instinctively, no particular choreography in mind. Even though I’m enjoying how light and effortless my movements feel, my mind is congested with thoughts of Tia. I’m worried about her but decided to come down here to give her some space. I’m going to have to talk with my baby. I feel obligated to let her know that she’s terrible at hiding her feelings. As if on her sleeves, they can be seen in her movements, her touch, shit, even the way she squealed Yoongi’s name didn’t sound right.

I’m assuming the change within her has something to do with what she shared with me yesterday. It has to be. She said it was something she couldn’t go into detail about in order to protect us. I’m dying to know what she’s talking about, but I know that if she has to keep it close to her chest, it’s for a good reason. I just wish there was something I could do to help her. The thoughts are haunting, but I know better than to tell the others. I don’t want Tia to question her trust in me, and I would hate to have the guys feel like I am right now.

After dancing for nearly an hour, I’ve worked up quite an appetite. I take the initiative to place an order of different dishes from the spot we agreed on. They should deliver the food in approximately 30 minutes, which gives me enough time to dance for a few more minutes before I go up and shower.

Tia’s POV

And the Academy Award should go to me for the act I just put on, or so I thought until Namjoon questioned me. I feel slightly guilty, like I’m being deceptive, but I have to be in this case. I have to in order to save us all. I’ve been focusing on keeping my feelings inside and not transmitting to the guys this entire time.

When he believes I’m sleeping and dozes off himself, I wait until he’s snoring and in a deep sleep before I slink from under his arm and inch my way out of bed. With my phone in hand, once I’m downstairs, I dial the number the female detective had given me the night she and her partner interrogated me, Taehyung, and Jungkook in the bedroom.

She answers quickly with, “Detective Lopez.”

“Hi, Detective Lopez, this is Tia Monroe. I’m not sure if you remember me from the stalker case at 1959 Honeysuckle Terrace.”

“Of course. Yes, I remember you. You’re Officer Jeon’s girlfriend, right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Of course. How may I help?”

Her friendly tone turns serious when I begin to give her the details I’ve acquired. Thankfully, she takes my word for it, maybe because of my relationship with Jungkook, and doesn’t press to know how I know these things. She pauses each time I say something of significance, repeating it in a whisper, letting me know that she’s writing down the important parts. She is just as relieved as I am to know that Jungkook is not here, understanding how hot-tempered he can be, especially when it comes to people he cares about.

“So, there are already units at his house looking for Tony, and the brother is coming for you right now?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Got it. I’m on my way.”

After hanging up, I quickly take a peek outside from the balcony door, hoping that Jimin will be dancing for a little while longer. This has to play out just right so that we ALL survive.

Narrator POV

Tia hangs up the call with Detective Lopez and quickly makes her way to the balcony door. She is relieved that Jimin is not on his way back to the house and that Namjoon is upstairs sleeping soundly.

While walking the aisles, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi chat about nothing of relevance while placing things into the cart until Yoongi speaks up.

“Is it just me, or did Tia seem…different?”

“Holy fuck, I was literally thinking the exact same thing,” Taehyung answers, placing his things in while Yoongi pushes.

Jungkook feels it too but doesn’t say a word, now pissed at himself for not following his gut. Something seemed to be nagging at him, like a gnat in his ear, telling him to stay with her.

“Let’s finish,” he says, and they find themselves moving with haste, trying to grab everything on their lists. They try to ignore the uneasiness that rests between them, but they seem to have made a silent agreement to grab what they need and then get back to the house. It hasn’t even been an hour since the men left the house, but each minute feels like an eternity, knowing that something is off with Tia.

They finish up, check out, and rush to load their bagged items into the car. Taehyung shifts the car into drive, looking behind him to back out of the parking spot. Before he can press the accelerator, Yoongi touches his hand.

“Umm, you’re in drive,” he points out to the younger man.

“Fuck,” Taehyung says, his mind obviously somewhere else at the moment.

“Here, I’ll drive,” Jungkook offers before getting out from the backseat to switch seats with Taehyung.

After tying up all of the loose ends in Bangtan, Hoseok hops in his car, excited to head back home.

At this moment, a man can be seen walking toward the house, his construction boots leaving imprints as he walks through the grass. He doesn’t even have time to ring the bell when Tia opens the door, almost as if she’s expecting him.

Jungkook’s POV

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I knew something wasn’t right. I fucking knew!

The thought seems to be on a loop, repeating in my head, the only thing I can hear due to the silence among us. Yoongi’s foot taps against the floor at an unnatural speed as he’s staring out the passenger side window at nothing in particular. Taehyung seems to be on the verge of a panic attack, clearly out of it at the moment, his breathing is erratic with sporadic deep sighs. I can’t say that I blame these guys being that I’m sure I would have similar reactions if not for my training.

I must admit, I am taking advantage of that training at the moment, speeding and dodging in and out between the cars in traffic, relying on the security that my badge will afford me if pulled over. I wish my instincts as an officer would have convinced me to stay with Tia. I pray this gut feeling is wrong for once in my life.

Tia’s POV

“Twin, where have you been?”

I joke with the man at the door, even though my heart is pounding in my throat. And judging by his expression, he’s not really in a laughing mood.

“You think you’re really funny, don’t you?”

“I do, actually. Don’t you?”

“Bitch, I don’t even know where to start with you.”

“Excuse me? What the fuck did I do? What is happening?”

“You know what the fuck happened. Why are there cops at my fucking house? I know your hoe ass is behind it.”

“Whoa! What are you talking about? That’s your house. I ain’t got shit to do with what goes on in your home, sir,” I say, trying to act like my normal, sarcastic self.

“You know, don’t you?”

“Know what, Brandon? Matter of fact, why are you even here? What makes you feel as if it’s okay for you to pop up at my house unannounced, yet again, with the nerve to talk to me any kind of way?”

“You know that Tony is our little brother. Why else would you tip off your bitch ass boyfriend?”

“Yea, I know he’s your brother but I haven’t tipped anybody off about anything. And my boyfriend is far from a bitch.”

“Hmm,” he says, scratching at his beard. “I wonder what else you might know. Are you a witch? I heard stories about your whore of a great-great grandmother and how she seduced my great-great-grandfather with her tricks and spells. I see it runs in the family…black magic AND being a fucking slut.”

It’s no surprise that Brandon can be a dick, but I’ve never experienced him speaking to me this way. I must admit, I am caught off guard and I don’t feel that any vision could have prepared me for this.

“Brandon, you’re going to fucking far. You need to leave now.”

“Since you know every fucking thing, do you know who was texting you? Who was watching over you and protecting you? Do you know why your wine was extra delicious?”

I am just standing here, trying to read whatever is behind his eyes from this distance, which is making things even harder than usual. His questions cause the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end; my gut is telling me to dig deeper. Looking into his eyes, all I can see is evil and death.

“Protecting me? Wine? What are you talking about?”

“It was me. I’ve loved you from the first day we met—way before meeting you here. You remember, don’t you?” He speaks proudly as he admits this to me and seriously expects me to remember some previous encounter.

“Ummm,” I say as he’s taking steps towards me.

“At your old office. I remember it like it was yesterday. I’ve been checking on you ever since, only having to keep my distance so that I didn’t get caught or connected to Tony’s dumb ass.” He stops just at the threshold of the door as he continues to reminisce. “And I’m so sorry for what he did to you that one day. I had no idea he was talking about you when he asked me for dating advice. I should have just killed him then for hurting you. I’m so sorry,” he reaches out to touch my face and I pull away.

“Stop, Brandon. You need to go.”

“I’m not going no fucking where. Not until you admit that you feel the same way I do. I know you do. You always have. I can tell by the way you look at me. The way you smile at me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never looked at you any kind of way after we had that talk. I only remember you from when I hired you to do my renovations. Sure, we flirted in the beginning and did some senseless stuff, but we ended that. That’s how I met you and I don’t remember anything about us meeting before then. I only recently found out that you and Jason used to bring Tony to his appointments sometimes but we never met or spoke to each other for that matter.”

“So, you’re telling me that you don’t remember me? You haven’t missed me at all? Do you even love me? Do you not feel the way I do?”

“Brandon, what the fuck. No! No, I don’t. What about anything I’ve said are you not comprehending? I don’t love you and I never have. You mean nothing to me.”

“Stop calling me that,” he says, becoming increasingly upset as his face takes on a new shade of red.

“Stop calling you what? By your name? You are crazy and delusional, Brandon. It’s time for you to go.”

“I said don’t call me that. AND I’M NOT CRAZY!”

As if my last remark was the last straw, the man lunges at me, causing my body to slam against the hardwood floor, his body weight on me making the impact that much worse. I’m coughing while trying to catch my breath, having the wind knocked from my lungs. I’m trying to crawl away as he straddles my body, only for him to pull me back.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, huh? Well, riddle me this…let’s see if you have an answer for this one. YOU SAY YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND, SO WHO THE FUCK ARE ALL THESE OTHER MEN COMING IN AND OUT OF HERE, YOU FUCKING SLUT? I HAVE SACRIFICED SO MUCH TO MAKE SURE YOUR DUMB ASS IS SAFE, BUT YOU’RE IN HERE LETTING ANY AND EVERYBODY CRAWL BETWEEN YOUR FUCKING LEGS. I’VE TRIED TO BE UNDERSTANDING BUT THE WAY YOU’RE ACTING RIGHT NOW IS LIKE YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME. AND I’M HERE STILL TRYING TO FUCKING LOVE YOU.”

Profanity, obscenities, and spittle fly from between his clenched teeth to spray onto my face. I’m trying to wiggle and kick my way from under him, but my efforts are futile as I’m easily overpowered. Just as I’m able to get a full breath in, he wraps his thick, massive hands around my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Brandon,” I barely get out as I claw at the skin of his hands and can feel when my nails slice across the smooth, scarred skin on his left hand.

JASON!

I’m beginning to see spots floating in front of my eyes, my kicking and scratching is becoming noticeably weaker. I can feel myself on the verge of passing out, but suddenly I hear commotion coming from all sides. Everything seems to be going in slow motion and even though my ears are ringing, I hear the muffled voices of my loves, Jimin and Namjoon. I can feel their fear; their anger. Their footsteps sound like thunder, booming in my ears and there is another voice that I can’t place.

“HEY, STOP! GET OFF OF HER!”

Jason continues administering force and his surge of obscenities. “I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO CHASE SUCH AN UNDESERVING SLUT LIKE YOU. YOU’RE PROVING THE REPUTATION SURROUNDING YOUR FAMILY NAME TO BE TRUE. EVEN AFTER YOU TRIED TO SEDUCE MY BROTHERS, I STILL TRIED TO LOVE YOU. EVEN AFTER YOU IGNORED MY CALLS, TEXTS, AND ADVANCES. YOU’VE CONTINUED TO SHIT ON ME OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER,” he says the last part of his statement while applying more pressure as if to emphasize the words, tears falling from his face. “AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER, BUT THAT ALL ENDS TODAY. SAY HELLO TO YOUR MOTHER FOR ME,” he adds the last part with a smirk which is the last thing I see.

“CLOSE YOUR EYES,” the new voice yells.

I don’t know if I ever close my eyes or if I temporarily lose my vision as it begins to narrow, clouds of darkness moving in from the edges of my line of sight. Suddenly, there is a loud bang, then warm liquid and pieces of flesh splatter onto my face and into my hair. With the weight on my throat now gone, I gulp in oxygen. Jason collapses partially onto my legs as I continue to gasp for air and begin to cry, flailing in another attempt to get him off of me. Something hard is pressing against my shin, digging into my skin.

“Tia, don’t open your eyes, baby. Come on,” Namjoon says, and I feel him trying to pull me free while lifting the upper half of my body.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Jimin says, his voice coming from down below. I can feel Jason being rolled off of me.

“Go ahead,” the new voice instructs and Namjoon pulls me to my feet, then picks me up to cradle my body in his arms as my legs are much too weak to support myself.

I can hear sirens coming closer, tires screeching, then, the voices of my other men.

“TIA! TIA!” Taehyung’s voice follows us through the house.

“WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?” Yoongi is not far behind, obviously confused.

“FUCK!!!” I can tell that Jungkook is upset, which is understandable.

With my eyes still closed, Namjoon leads us to the living room where he begins to wipe my face with paper towels being handed to him. Someone else hands him a wet cloth that he wipes my eyes and mouth with, then switches back to paper towels. He repeats this process while the other person helps by running off to refresh the cloth with warm water. He removes my shirt and replaces it with a hoodie and I can smell Jungkook all over the fabric. Detective Lopez and other officers enter the room and I can hear her speaking with Jungkook and the shutter of a camera in the foyer. After a few moments, I can finally open my eyes and the light is blinding. I immediately fall into Namjoon’s arms, tears still forming in my eyes.

“It’s okay, Little. It’s okay.”

Detective Lopez comes over and gives her condolences, not for the dead, but for what I’ve had to endure. She asks me to recount what happened. I give her all the details I can think of right now, and she’s very empathetic to how I’m feeling.

“I can imagine that what you’ve just gone through and what you’ve had to deal with for the past few months is traumatizing. Get some rest. Please, reach out if you remember anything else.”

“Check the truck. You’ll find evidence to connect him with Tony there,” I tell her. She pauses for a slight moment before writing it down and whispers something to a uniformed officer.

“Thank you for your help. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

She goes to get statements from the guys and Namjoon leaves me for a moment to give his. I look over to see Hoseok in the crowd, unsure of when he arrived due to the chaos. The shock and concern are evident in his expression. Jungkook comes over to take Namjoon’s place, his brows furrowed confirming his anger.

“Jungkook, I-,” I begin but he cuts me off.

“Nuh uh. Not now,” he just hugs me, not wanting to hear an explanation or anything right now.

I don’t know how much time has passed, everything feels surreal and moments seem to drag along. Finally, the commotion dies down and all of the officers have gone, leaving only us and the cleaners to do their thing. Namjoon leads me up to our room and into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I look at him and can see blood splatter on his shirt and when I try to look down at his pants, he doesn’t let me, pulling my face to look at him. The tears return as I begin to sob into my hands, covered by the long sleeves of Jungkook’s hoodie.

“Shh shh shh,” he tries to comfort me. “It’s over now, Little. I got you.”

He strips me of my clothes before he shuffles out of his own, then the sound of a trash bag rustling gets closer. Jimin opens the door to collect our soiled clothing, then he closes it again without a word

We step into the shower and allow the warm water to wash over us. In silence, Namjoon rubs at my skin with just water to remove any spray and residue before leaning my head back to rinse my hair in the same manner. He washes my hair several times before he uses my facial and body washes to cleanse me from head to toe to fingertips.

While I can assume what just happened, due to limited vision during the incident as well as in my spiritual vision, I’m not in a place to talk about it. Not right now. I need to sit with this to allow my mind and spirit to catch up, so I’m thankful Namjoon is quietly focused on cleaning me up. I take this time to transmit that thought to everyone else and I know it’s received when Namjoon quietly says, “Okay.”

A/N:

Damn, Tia is going through it! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 Did you expect this to happen to her? What are your thoughts? Let me know in the comments!

Thanks, again, to @downbad4yoongi for beta reading this chapter!

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Chapter 44: Nice to Meet You...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3,862

Tia’s POV

At this point, I’m nearly salivating, worse than Pavlov and all them fucking dogs. Like yeeeeeeees! Talk to me rough, but handle me gently, Mr. Min!

“Well?” Yoongi pulls me from my thoughts, laughing at my reaction.

“Huh?”

“I asked, what would I do in your bed? You have like 15 boyfriends already. I’m sure they keep you busy,” he teases.

I scoff but can’t help laughing at his smart-ass mouth. “I have four, for your information, possibly six. I honestly don’t know yet.”

“Oh, excuse me!”

Seeing that bright, gummy smile on his face makes me so happy, and I pray that I will be able to see it forever, with me only adding to his joy. We continue to giggle and jab at each other for a moment longer before I take the conversation on a more serious route.

“But for real, there is something about us, about me, that you don’t know.”

“What? Are you a witch or something? Have I been bewitched by you?” I know he’s joking but he doesn’t realize just how spot-on he is.

“Umm, I wouldn’t call myself a witch but I am definitely…different. So, whenever I met each of my boyfriends, my body knew that we belonged together before I did. It’s as if my intuition nudges at me, signaling that the men I’m fated to love are near. I’m not trying to scare you away, but I already know that you know what feeling I’m talking about.”

He stares at me blankly, only giving himself away by his mouth falling open in shock.

“Yo, what the fuck? Yes, I felt this love-drunk-like excitement as soon as we pulled into your driveway. It damn near knocked me over when Namjoon opened the door. It was so overwhelming. And you,” he pauses as if trying to collect himself. “Fuck, Tia, I thought I was going crazy. As soon as I laid eyes on your face, I knew that I wanted to love you, nah…I needed to love you; I needed to be loved by you. And when you touched me…oh my fucking God. It’s like the world stopped and it was only me and you in that moment. You, the guys…you feel like love personified. Like home.”

“Wow, you described our love so beautifully. That’s how the others have explained their experiences as well. They also say that the feelings remain genuine and strong, but they aren’t as overwhelming the more time we spend together.”

“So what does all of this mean? What does it mean for me? Like, am I also a chosen one?” He chuckles but I know he’s dead serious, only using his humor to lighten the mood.

“I would say so, seeing as we all can feel the tug; can feel you. This means that we are likely fated to love one another, and if you decide to accept our feelings for you, then we live so we love. Please, don’t think that there is any pressure, but we would love for you to become a member of our little family.”

I continue, letting him know about how things have progressed with the other guys, reassuring him that we will have our own special connection and relationship. As he’s still working, I even tell him that the others have done some sexual things when we’re together but not alone. Basically, just filling him in on how things have been thus far.

“We are just dedicated to being honest with each other and always lead with love. We have thrown societal standards out the window to follow our hearts, which are pulling us all here, with this house sort of acting as a hub.”

I go on to share my experiences thus far with the gifts I’ve recently gained, explaining how it runs in my bloodline and things that I’m doing to harness them better.

“So, you saw that you would meet Hoseok, and it played out exactly as you saw it. Does that mean you saw me, too?”

“No, actually, my last meditation session was shorter than I would have liked but I’m sure had I stayed tapped in, I would have.” We stay silent for nearly half an hour with him mulling over what I have shared and me not wanting to sell him this fantasy, wanting him to choose this for himself just as the others have. I just watch him work, moving around the floor on his knees until he speaks up.

“Tia, this all seems too good to be true, you know? I’m apprehensive only because I want this with you…with the guys. I’ve wanted this type of happiness for so long, but I’m afraid that I’ll let my guard down and give you my all, only for the happiness to be snatched away from me.”

My intuition tells me that he’s fighting with his inner thoughts and demons.

“Say more. Talk to me,” I reassure him by placing my hand on his back, using my fingertips to rub small circles along his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. 

And lo and behold, he opens up, telling me all of the things I already suspected. I let him speak and get all of that negativity out before I move to kneel in front of him, and he pauses, arranging himself to sit back on his heels, focusing on me. I take his face into my hands, just like mom used to do my sister and me, and I gaze past his eyes. This is my first attempt at trying to land in a place most people can’t see. It’s like looking at layers of an onion, and I explore each level until I’m in the right area. Here, I can see him with a lotus flower blooming in his chest, where his heart would be. This signifies that by finally speaking out about his past, his heart is now clearer, softer, and more open. 

“Wow,” I can’t help but murmur, experiencing this new ability.

I appreciate his honesty as I’m the first person he’s opened up to like this. I can also see so many happy days in his near future and so on, the feeling is so strong. I make a conscious effort not to go too far into this void, not wanting to see the details of his life. I would rather live and witness those moments alongside him. I try to stay on this frequency, only detecting his mood and how his heart will feel.

Wait… is that-?

I can’t help but chuckle now after knowing how much joy he’s about to experience.

“Oh, baby. I can tell that today will be your last day of uncertainty, and there is so much love and happiness waiting for you. All of the love you deserve and the individuals who are worthy of the love you’re ready to provide are right at your fingertips,” I reassure him, unaware of my own tears until he wipes one away. He sets the nailer onto the floor and now takes my face in his hands, leans in, and kisses me so tenderly yet passionately. His tongue technology extracts more of my essence, which leaks to settle in the crotch of my panties; I can only imagine what else it can do. My desire for him is burning a hole through every fiber of my being. I pull him closer, moaning into his mouth. I need him so badly, and when he moves his hands to rest on my hips, he’s clenching my dress in his fists, letting me know he feels the same way.

Completely inebriated off of each other, we are not concerned about the possibility of someone walking in on us. He pulls me with him as he takes a seat on the floor. I follow, moving to straddle his lap, but he shifts me to mount just one thigh. While I am confused, I stay there, kissing him deeply. I can feel his penis rock hard against my leg. I can imagine how good he will feel deep inside my walls and the heat that has gathered in the pit of my stomach begins to ignite. He grazes the roof of my mouth with the tip of his tongue, again, and again, and again, causing me to moan even more. My arms are wrapped around his neck and my grip on his body strengthens as I’m beginning to lose every ounce of self-control. I’m at the point where I’m willing to do almost anything to be able to cum. 

“Are you still horny, love?” Yoongi speaks into my mouth between kisses. “From what I saw earlier, you’ve cum several times today.” 

“More,” I answer hungrily.

Without a word, his hands on my hips guide me to rub my thinly covered pussy on his leg, and I do so without hesitation. He continues the motion with one hand while the other reaches up to fondle my breast through my clothing. Yoongi moves to suck vigorously at my neck, then licks a stripe up my throat, sending shocks to my core over and over again. Moaning and holding on for dear life, I continue to grind against him. I’m almost there.

“Okay, love, it’s time to cum for me. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Please,” I answer as the friction against my clit is about to push me over the edge.

He holds my body securely against him, providing a feeling of safety with his face buried in the crook of my neck, and then begins to do something I’ve never experienced before.

“I’m going to count you down,” he says before continuing to kiss and lick my skin. “I’ll start at 10,” he smooches, “and when I get to 1, you get to cum,” he informs me. “But not a second before that,” he says against my neck, then resumes hungrily sucking and tasting me. “Understand?”

“Yes. Yes.”

He smacks a firm hand against my ass and I whimper. My pussy clenches around nothing as he now caresses my booty cheek, soothing the spot he has just slapped.

“Whenever we’re together like this, you will respect me. Maybe I’m starting out too easy on you.”

“No, no! I’m sorry. Please,” I’m begging at this point as the finish line is approaching and he has yet to start counting, the sting on my ass only exacerbating my current state.

“Do you understand, Tia?” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Min. I understand,” I moan out.

“Very good, love. So you can listen.”

He, then, begins slowly counting backward, interrupting the sequence only to sing my praises. His breath tickles and cools the places already painted with his saliva as I’m riding him faster and faster, chasing my high.

“10...Good girl. 9…Ride my thigh, just like that. 8…You’re doing such a good job. 7…You’re almost there. Hold it for me. 6…You’re doing so good, love. 5…You sound so fucking pretty. Louder. 4…Not yet. Not just yet. 3…You’re listening so well. Almost there, baby. 2…You’re so fucking wet. You hear that? That pretty pussy sounds so juicy. 1…Give it to me. Cum, baby.”

“Holy shi-,” I attempt, being interrupted by a guttural moan that is released before I even realize it.

I would have never thought that I could cum so hard from a man’s thigh, yet here I am, now collapsed on his shoulder, trembling and shaking on Yoongi’s lap. He’s rubbing his hand up and down my back as I’m coming down.

“You did so good, love…so good. I’ve got you,” he says, pulling me to sit up so that he can kiss my lips slowly and softly. His tongue grazes against mine. Releasing my lips with a smooch, he allows me to lie back down on his shoulder. “Was that too much? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I loved it,” I answer. “That was amazing and I must admit, I have never done that before.”

“Well, I’m glad we are able to share something that’s new for the both of us. This can be our thing from now on. That is if you will allow there to be another time.”

“What?” I perk up, sitting upright now and can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Are you saying-?”

“Yes, the feeling is undeniable and after coming here, I don’t think I can live another day without you in my life.”

Yoongi comes off timid and quiet at first, but that demon I’ve only gotten a glimpse of will be hell, and I can’t wait to see him at his worst.

“So, does this make you my girlfriend now?”

“If that’s what you want me to be, then yes.”

“How the fuck am I going to explain that I fell in love with a client and she became my girlfriend in the same day? There’s no way anyone will believe this.”

“Explain it to who? You and I both know that your parents will be ecstatic just to see you happy. Outside of them, who cares what other people think? If anyone asks, just tell them you don’t want to discuss your private life; no need to put a label on things to make others comfortable.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Wait…how do you know that my parents will be happy?” I can see when he mentally answers his own question. “You saw it, didn’t you? In my eyes?” His eyes are full of wonder, hoping for another fact about his future. “What all did you see?”

Hoseok’s POV

I am filled with pride as I explain to my parents that I’ve met someone, which is the reason I came home in the wee hours of the morning. While we’re on the topic, I let them know that they shouldn’t wait up for me tonight, either. Still gushing over Tia, I refrain from going into much detail about the guys at the moment. It is not because I’m ashamed of the situation, possibly entering into a poly relationship, but rather because I want to make sure this is really real. It is for me as I’m ready to jump in head first, throwing caution to the wind.

I opt to leave Mickey home today in hopes of really getting to know everyone without the responsibility of caring for him…or burdening Taehyung with it. Since the house is only a few doors down, I throw on a thin shirt, jacket and hat before leaving and walk over. As I’m getting closer, I notice workers out front cutting and sanding boards.

Are they here to build the bed Namjoon had mentioned?

When I ring the bell, Namjoon answers and hugs me once I’m inside, the embrace and the amazing sweetness that fills the air cause my heart to race. 

“There’s no need to ring. Just come in next time. The code is 0613,” he says.

“Will do, thanks. Is someone baking cookies?” I ask him, not trying to be humorous, but the statement causes him to laugh out loud, nonetheless.

He calls out for Tia, who comes beaming and bouncing happily down the stairs. Her dress is made of a light fabric that dances and sways as she moves. In combination with her cute little bare feet thumping against the hardwood, she looks so beautiful,  adorable, and carefree.

“Hobi!!!”

My name jumps from her lips with a shriek of excitement, which is extremely contagious, causing me to smile even bigger. She crashes into me, causing me to jolt slightly, and then she molds against my chest as if God created her to fit perfectly against me. She then wraps her arms around my torso and I hug her back. When she looks up at me, I squish her cheeks between both palms, which causes her lips to pucker like a fish and I take the chance to place the gentlest smooch against them. Standing on her tiptoes, she returns my affection, sweetly peppering my face with kisses…at least the parts she can reach.

I hug her again, holding her against my body before joking, “What kind of welcome is this? I thought you would be excited to see me.”

The three of us laugh at my sarcasm before Namjoon, as if out of habit, grabs her ass from behind her, then trails his fingertips along her side to hold her hip. Like the most powerful laser, his stare burns into me, making me hot in more ways than one. He kisses the top of her head and then disappears into the library.

“I am very excited to see you! I missed you so much,” Tia says, still obviously excited. “Was that you that rang the bell? Please, feel free to just come in next time,” she reiterates what Namjoon said and repeats the code.

We’ve detached from each other, but only briefly, as I remove my coat and fuzzy hat.

“I will do that, baby girl, thank you. I missed you, too. You and the guys have been on my mind since I woke up,” I confess. “Where is everyone else?”

“They are all around here somewhere,” she lets me know.

After a short pause I ask, “So, are those guys outside here to make your bed?”

“Yes! I’m so excited. Come with me, I want you to meet someone,” Tia says, then drags me behind her up the stairs, and once we’re at the top, that familiar feeling comes over me even stronger than when Namjoon hugged me. “Yoongi! This is Hobi, who I mentioned to you earlier.”

The man puts down his tool and stands to greet me, clapping his hands together to remove any debris before reaching out for mine. I can’t help but notice a wet spot on his pants, but I don’t call attention to it. How can a man look so small yet so fucking sexy at the same time? I can feel the love I have for the other guys, but there’s something different with him.

“Hobi, what’s up? Nice to meet you,” his deep voice travels into my ears and straight to my dick. We shake hands and when he touches me, I feel like I could melt into the palm of his hand. I can only assume he feels the same, judging by how his eyes go wide and the gasp that escapes his throat.

Fuck.

“Yoongi,” I say, savoring the taste of his name on my tongue. “Nice to meet you, too,” I say, then look questioningly at Tia who nods as if confirming what my eyes are asking. I let go of his slightly callused hand to place my own over my heart in an attempt to stop it from leaping out of my chest. I’ve been here less than 30 minutes and have decided to tell my parents about them all; meeting Yoongi has sealed the deal for me. He looks like he wants to either run out of the room or jump out of the nearest window, that is, until Tia gently takes his hand into hers. His ‘deer in headlights’ expression vanishes within the blink of an eye. Then, she reaches over and scratches her nails into the nape of my hair, then grazes her thumb against my cheek…just like that, I’m just as calm and cool as ever, better able to manage these big feelings.

We all startle at the sound of a shutter, looking over at the door to find a smiling Taehyung looking down at the display of his digital camera. Once he’s done examining the photo with a gleam of adoration in his eyes, he rushes over to us.

“Hoseok, you’re here! I missed you…not as much as Tia, but still,” he picks at Tia, then wraps me up into a bro hug.

“Anyways! Did you get some good shots?” Tia asks Taehyung as she’s reaching over to grab his wrist, pulling the camera closer to her.

They continue to talk about his pictures and Yoongi goes back to work, nailing and gluing boards together.

“You’ve gotten a lot done already. It’s coming together nicely,” I compliment him, moving closer to admire his work.

“Thanks. Yeah, I’m over halfway done now,” he says looking down at his watch. “We should be done within a couple more hours since we’ve been at it since early this morning. It’ll be fine to sleep in tonight.”

“Wow…it looks really good. You’re so talented and good with your hands, I see.”

Still working, he doesn’t even turn around but I can tell he’s amused as his shoulders are visibly bouncing in laughter.

“Hobi, are you over here being a little slut? I thought that was my role,” Tia teases me, now standing right behind me. 

I quickly turn on my heels and scoop her up to straddle my body, holding her with hands full of her ass. She squeals and holds onto my shoulders as I spin her around the room.

“Am I being a slut?”

“Yes,” she says between laughing and screaming.

I stop spinning and lessen my hold on her butt, allowing her to slide down my body. I follow her down, leaning slightly to kiss her forehead.

“Maybe,” I admit, to which we all burst into laughter.

I’m not sure how much time has passed, but since I got here, one by one, the guys finish with their individual tasks. Everyone is chattering with each other in the kitchen while helping Tia prepare dinner for all of us. Being that she’s not used to feeding so many hungry grown men, we decide to cook several meals that we can all share.

“Okay, we’ll need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. We have enough for breakfast in the morning but that’ll be the last of it,” she announces to no one specifically.

I’m still finding my place within the group but I love the way Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung seem to float around Tia effortlessly; it almost looks choreographed. They take turns hugging her from behind while she stirs this and that, kissing her neck, cheek, hair…anything they can reach, really. She dips her spoon in different pots, letting the men taste what she’s preparing.

“Where’s Hobi?” Tia asks, looking around the kitchen until her eyes land on mine. “Hobi, come here. Would you like to taste it?”

She asks me that as if she can read my mind, and I’m grateful for her acknowledging me. I accept and make my way over to her, wrapping my arm around her waist as she feeds me.

“How is it?” Her curious expression is so cute, waiting in anticipation for my answer.

“Mmm…it’s good!”

One would think I just offered her a million dollars the way she beams, happy that I’m satisfied. When I move to go back to my seat at the island, she applies pressure to my hand, asking me to stay without saying a word, and so I do. Before I even realize it, I’ve been added to the dance, moving around the other guys and helping Tia with whatever she needs, just like I’ve always been here, perfectly in sync.

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Chapter 42: Visions...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Stalking/Minor injury/Mentions of fire/Arson/Mentions of murder/Threesome/Oral sex/Voyeurism

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3,789

Tia’s POV *Vision* 

The way that I see the snapshots from the past or the future can’t be explained verbally. Colors and feelings are as close as I can get, but the knowing helps me interpret them. As if stuck from behind, my back arches with my head to the sky as a beam of light shines down upon my face. It’s blindingly brilliant, hurting my eyes if I stare directly into it, which is why I blink so frequently, as I find that more tolerable. 

I can see shadowy figures, only able to make out their movements, but I can feel whether they are male or female, good or bad, happy or angry. I’ve been practicing so I can also distinguish if they are someone I know. This particular vision shows a figure standing in the street in front of our house, and it feels desperate. There is a rage combined with a longing that is unsettling. However, I just know that no harm will come to us. I just know that we will be okay and that he will be serving time behind bars sooner rather than later. 

Nonetheless, I take a moment to focus my energy on all of the guys, intentionally sending an SOS to them all. It only seems to flutter at first, so I try again. My fingers and toes begin to tingle and a similar sensation flushes over my face. It’s as if my soul begins to vibrate and tries to aim for their hearts, sending my message like beams of red light. I’m successfully able to transmit to the guys with purpose…I can feel it. Now, to pivot my attention back to tap into the messages being sent to me.

A string stretches from that figure to connect to another, and I can feel that it’s Brandon. The bond feels familial. IS TONY BRANDON’S FUCKING BROTHER?! My speculation is confirmed when the second figure splits into two and they face each other. There is a hole in both their chests and I can feel their hearts beating in my throat. Where their hearts should be are empty voids that mirror each other, which makes sense, being that they are mirror twins. They are also angry, with the feeling of adoration mixed in. I know that Brandon was interested in developing a romantic relationship, but Jason, too? I’ve only met him a few times that I know of. I can sense that one twin is much angrier than the other, and I can sense that he has done horrible things.

I’m able to see Brandon in the cellar, drugging my favorite bottles of wine by pumping the solution through the cork with a syringe. Momentarily, I’m confused because I can feel Jimin’s energy, but it’s not Jimin. This doesn’t make sense to me, but I continue to receive the message. I’m suddenly aware that their father is a piece of shit, too. Was. He was a piece of shit but is no longer on this plane. He was murdered.

Fuck boy energy seems to flow through their lineage, dating all the way back to their great-great-grandfather. I feel a strange connection to him, specifically, as if he’s done something unforgivable to me. But it’s not me? And fire…fire is all around them.

As if being flung across the room, my attention lands in an area of my subconscious where I can see myself counseling Tony years ago. I can see two figures outside of the office, Brandon and Jason. They must have been the ones driving him to his sessions. Taken back a bit further, I can see Tony talking to Jason about how to talk to girls, having minimal experience due to him serving time for assaulting his neighbor.

“I told you. If they act like they don’t want to give it to you, take it.”

This advice makes Tony uneasy, especially after just being released for acting on Jason’s words. My mind’s eye shows me the many women who fell victim to Jason’s ideology. The sadness, anger, and resentment is so strong. I can feel hot vomit attempting to travel up my throat as their screams and cries echo in my ears. Jason seems so excited and proud after he conquers these women, not only sexually. There’s a flash, and I can see him smiling. I can feel his happiness as he swims in a pool of blood.

Oh my God…he killed one of those women?! No, not just one but multiple! And his own father!

I envision Tony being arrested, and the overbearing smell of gasoline makes me lightheaded. I can feel the desperation for acceptance and the sadness he feels, being abused since the day he stepped foot into their house. Of course, his stepmother hates him as he is a walking manifestation of her husband’s infidelity, but also he’s hated by his father and brothers. He is becoming accustomed to their treatment, so much so that he begins to view it as a form of affection, which makes it easy for him to cover for his brother.

Fire.

In the middle of the night, Jason goes into his parent’s bedroom, soaks their carpet and bedding with gasoline, and sets them alight in their sleep. He didn’t realize that some of the fuel had gotten on his hand causing it to catch fire as well. Brandon, awakened by his parent’s screams, comes in to try and help them, burning his hand as he grabs onto his mother’s. I can feel the heat from head to toe, sweat prickles on my skin and each exhale wafts like steam across my lips.

“JASON! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!” Brandon’s voice is shrill and full of fear.

My intuition lets me know that the marks on the twin’s hands are not birthmarks, rather they are evidence of what took place that night. Jason would later confess to Brandon that he did it because he was tired of them... that’s it. He was tired of seeing his mother cry due to his father’s transgressions, but he also resented her for being so fucking weak. He makes sure to mention that he’s not opposed to offing their younger brother if the need arises. But for the moment, Tony has some use. 

His mental issues and animosity towards his father for not claiming him when he was younger make the perfect motive for murder. Tony would genuinely get upset because his father did not want him but had never thought to kill him, ESPECIALLY in such a heinous way. Of course, when the police came to investigate, the twins claimed it was Tony who did it, and they were burned trying to save their parents. And Tony agreed, so after doing time for sexual assault, he goes back to prison after taking the fall for Jason and will do another bid for Brandon. 

As if all of this is not enough, I am disgusted, and I am fucking livid. Not only at these motherfuckers but at myself. They are despicable human beings but how did I not notice when their ‘birthmark’ switched hands? They were taking turns coming in and out of my house, pretending to be the same person. It’s all making sense now. I now understand why it seemed like Brandon would have mood swings, from being so kind and charming one day to being aggressively persistent, then belligerent and disrespectful the day he got hurt. Now, the adoration I’m picking up from Jason is starting to make more sense.

I can understand why Tony hasn’t been around all of these years since he was incarcerated, but why are Brandon and Jason just now coming back into my life after all this time? Why now? 

Blinking continuously, I am shown a man with a short haircut walking a small dog towards our house. I’m beginning to notice that I can make out the entire person: his arms, legs, facial features, skin tone…everything. Why is it that this man is so detailed? I look around and see that I and the guys are peering out of the big window in the living area. They are all perfectly detailed as well. With that connection, I look back to the man with the dog and I hone in on my feelings. There it is…the same feelings I have for the guys I feel for this man, and they are reciprocated. He’s one of them. One of the special men that makes me fall head over heels at first glance. There is a connection between them and myself that dates back centuries it looks like, and just as my mind begins to focus on it, I’m jerked back to my body, to the present. 

I can see myself telling the guys about all of the details regarding Tony and his brothers, then suddenly, grief overcomes me. Jungkook leads the picketing to their house, where a shootout ensues. Jungkook survives for the moment, while others don’t make it. He goes to prison for homicide and loses his life to several inmates after they find out that he’s a former police officer. 

“Mmm,” bubbles up from my chest, my body jerks, and I hold my clenched fists against my bare chest as I try to hold back the tears. All of these feelings are so real and vivid, giving me a glimpse of what would happen to us if I speak now.

I just have to wait until they are at least detained. Ideally, I should wait until they are convicted and are serving time.

The bright light begins to fade, releasing me from the flood of knowledge. My body is still trembling, dripping with sweat, and I’m short of breath; my whole body feels sore, and I’m exhausted.

With all of the information and scenes I witnessed, I assume that I have been in here for a while, at least an hour. Carefully, I try to get dressed as quickly as I can, wiping my face with my shirt, and then I go out to meet the guys at the top of the stairs.

“Tia, are you okay? What the fuck happened?” Jimin asks, blotting moisture from my nose. “You’re soaking wet, and your eyes are bloodshot.”

“I’m okay… I’m fine,” I reassure him before reiterating Namjoon’s warnings about Tony.

Then, I ask Namjoon about how long I was ‘out of it,’ and he tells me, “I left you in there for maybe five minutes, if that.”

Not only do I not mention that I feel like I could have been in there for way longer, but I don’t speak a word of all the information I’ve garnered.

We descend and assemble in the living room to peer out the blinds, just as we had in my vision.

Thinking back to everything I have seen, one could almost feel sorry for Tony. I’ve seen clients like him who have developed mental illnesses that stemmed from intense abuse and manipulation, especially in childhood. It’s like a new personality is created to help cope with the stress of it all. While all of that is fucked up, none of that justifies the things he’s done. He needs rehabilitation, but I wonder if he’s too far gone at this point for treatment.

*Present Day*

When I wake up, the sun kisses my face and my four beautiful loves surround me. While this moment is sweet and I’m so grateful to be so close to them, it is uncomfortable being packed in our king-sized bed like a tin of sardines. Once I can detach myself from between Jimin and Jungkook, I sit up and feel so bad to see Taehyung hanging off the edge of the bed. I am SO looking forward to the guy coming to build our custom bed. It is going to be massive, and there will be more room for everyone.

“Good morning, Little. Did you sleep well?”

I turn my head to see Namjoon lying on his side, with Jimin snuggled against his chest, scrolling on his phone. I don’t think I will ever get tired of seeing his beautiful smile, his warm skin tone, and those irresistible divots in his cheeks; only one of his cute dimples is visible from this angle.

“Good morning,” I whisper back to him. “I slept like a baby.”

“I bet you did,” he says with a knowing tone. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please,” I say, smiling shyly.

Namjoon rolls out of bed easily as he is on the outside. He then reaches out for me as I crawl over Jimin to his now empty spot to get up without waking the others. I am only wearing a t-shirt, my panties nowhere in sight, thanks to last night’s escapades with Jungkook. A chill travels through me when I get a flashback of his tongue on my clit and his fingers deep inside of me. Smiling happily, I pick up the first pair of shorts I see, and they fit just right around my thick thighs, ass, and chubby tummy.

Once downstairs, I glance at the microwave to see that it’s only 7:30 am and yawn into the back of my hand while making my way over to Namjoon. He has started getting the coffee going, and I hug him from behind, mimicking his steps to move in unison with him.

“Are you a koala again?”

“Yeth,” I say cutely, with a playful lisp. “I can’t help it. You smell so pretty.”

“Pretty? What does pretty smell like?” He asks, as we continue to step this way and that, now getting mugs from the cupboard and placing them on the marbled countertop.

“Like you!”

“I’m sure that is just the fabric softener JK uses,” he laughs at my corniness then turns to face me once the coffee starts to brew. Holding me by my cheeks, he leans down to kiss me. It isn’t deep or passionate but still full of love. Pulling me in to hug him, I rest my head between his pecs due to our height difference.

“Are you excited for the day? The guy is coming to build the bed, and Hoseok is coming back.”

“Yes! I’m so excited. Do you think the bed will be ready today? I’m hoping we will all have enough room with Hobi sleeping over.”

“Hobi? I like that,” he says. “I really hope he can get it done in one day. He said he would be here in about an hour, so there should be plenty of time to get it done. Especially with him bringing a team.”

We remain like this until I hear his stomach rumble.

“Hungry?” I ask.

“Yeah, I need to eat something. I’m starving, much like Jungkook was last night,” he teases, laughing at his own joke. I find myself laughing at his laughter more so than the actual joke.

“What about Jungkook?” Jungkook asks as he rounds the corner, which makes us laugh even more.

Namjoon proudly repeats his joke as Jungkook makes his way over to complete the Tia sandwich, smushing me between their bodies.

While enjoying my coffee with Namjoon and Jungkook, we make a light breakfast which includes bacon. The aroma of food entices Jimin and Taehyung out of bed to come down and join us. We finish eating then plop our dishes into the hot water that Taehyung has prepared. 

“Thank you, Taehyungie,” Jimin says, and we all follow suit, expressing our gratitude. 

“It’s no problem at all. You guys know I enjoy doing the dishes. Thank you for breakfast.”

Leaving Taehyung to his desired task and Namjoon to keep him company, we all go back upstairs to shower and get dressed. While still in the bathroom, Jungkook comes to hug me from behind as I’m flat twisting my hair to the back, creating somewhat of a halo around my head. Kissing from my elbow, which is pointing towards the ceiling, down my arm to my shoulder, he sniffs when he gets to my neck.

“Mmm, you smell so fucking good,” he says with his lips still against my skin.

I give in to his advances for a moment, closing my eyes and leaning into his embrace, stopping mid-twist. I’m still holding on to my hair, with him holding me at the waist. His other hand trails up my body painstakingly slow, taking my lightweight dress up with it to stop at the fullness of my breast. The dress creeps up, exposing my thighs, then my pretty lacy panties; he takes the opportunity to thumb around the waist of them with his pinky finger.

“Who the fuck you getting all pretty for, huh? Hoseok?” he asks, jokingly.

“Uh huh,” my answer travels on an exhale from my nose.

“Well, you don’t have to do all this. You’re the most beautiful woman in my eyes no matter what you’re wearing,” his breaths tickle my skin. 

His pinky dips further down into my underwear, just barely grazing the top of my mound, sending shivers through my body; my pussy throbs and clenches around nothing in anticipation. Pressing his manhood against my ass, he fondles my nipple through the fabric of my dress and bra while placing kisses along the top of my spine.

“Koo…”

“Hmm?”

Mindlessly, I let go of my hair and can feel the twist coming undone as I snake one arm behind me and around his neck, scraping my nails across his skin. The other rests atop his hand while he’s teasing under the waist of my panties, silently encouraging him to go further.

“What is it, Noona? Tell me.”

He finally plunges deeper into the lace and palms my mound, resting his middle finger on my clitoris, tapping his finger against it as if he’s waiting for my response. I bite down on my lip and flinch with each tap, electricity searing through my veins.

TAP… TAP… TAP.

“Hmm?” The bass from him vibrates against my back while he nibbles at my skin. He dips his finger down to collect my essence to smear over my pearl. “You smell even better now; you’re so wet and I haven’t even done anything. Do you like me that much?”

“Yes,” is barely audible as I’m lost in the feeling he is providing.

“Babe, I took all the…oh, shit,” Jimin reacts to the scene he has just walked in on.

I’m facing the door and my eyes pop open to see him looking back at me wide-eyed, only expecting us to be getting ready for the day. I look in the mirror to see that Jungkook is unphased by our unexpected guest.

“Jimin, doesn’t our baby smell delectable?” Jungkook speaks to Jimin without removing himself from me, his body is warm against my back and his breath dances across my skin.

“Hell yeah, she does. You smell so sweet, beautiful,” he says, then licks his lips, his eyes darting here and there in an attempt to capture every detail. “May I? I could play a supporting role.”

“Yes,” I reply, gazing up at him, unsure if the question was even intended for me.

He moves around us into the spacious bathroom, straight to my vanity chair, pulling it over to us. It’s as if he’s thought about this very moment before, already equipped with a plan. Jungkook removes his hand from my pussy and takes this opportunity to reposition himself to now stand in front of me with his back now against the counter. The thought crosses my mind as I’m still facing the bathroom door and I wonder if someone else will walk in. The idea of getting caught again excites me even more. 

Jimin takes Jungkook’s previous spot behind me and kneels down on his knees. He reaches up to gently hook my panties onto his fingers, rubbing his palms down my thighs and legs while guiding them off, which sends shivers through my body. He helps me to step out of them and places them neatly on the countertop.

Jungkook stares down at me with a darkness that makes me gasp, taking his fingertip to suck my cream from it before kissing me allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. I can feel Jimin’s hands on me from behind, guiding me by my calf and thigh to rest my leg on the chair, exposing me fully to him. Jungkook’s kisses are soft at first, as he is just beginning to stoke our flame once again. I can still feel his eagerness pressed against me, and I moan into his mouth. My desire to have him is on the verge of boiling over, and I can tell that he wants me just as badly.

“So pretty,” Jimin says, dragging a finger through my slick. I can hear him suck it off, accompanied with a soft ‘mmm’.

Jungkook releases my lips with a smack to plant open-mouth kisses down my jawline to my neck. I gasp, jumping at the sudden feeling of Jimin’s warm breath and tongue gliding across my lips.

“Oh my God,” I say, my voice quivering.

“That’s not my name,” Jimin mentions before diving in for another taste, and I can feel Jungkook smile against my skin.

Jimin continues to lap at my pussy from behind, his hands squeezing at my cheeks and separating them for better access. Jungkook pulls away to begin undoing some of the buttons on my dress. Exposing my bra, he pushes the straps with my dress down my shoulders, leaving them hanging loosely around my elbows. He finds the treasure he’s searching for, scoops my breasts from their confines to cup them in his hands, and begins to lap hungrily at one of my nipples. I’ve been trying to control myself this whole time; I don’t want to cum just yet, I want this experience to last a bit longer.

Our moans and grunts echo off the bathroom walls, and I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out much longer. Fervently, Jimin devours my kitty, leaving no crumbs or juices behind. As if that wasn’t making my head spin, this motherfucker pushes a couple of fingers into the mix. I’m clutching Jungkook’s shirt in my fists and at this point, I NEED to cum; the loop in my belly is bound so tightly. The sensations are nearly too much to bear. I just need this to end. From the feel of it, Jungkook needs relief as well. His dick is rock hard against my stomach. Jimin removes his fingers from me, placing his wet fingers on my thigh, digging his nails into my skin. 

Oh my, Jimin and Jungkook…I am about to cum. I’m already about to plummet over the edge but there’s something else happening to me. The feeling is different and it intensifies. Jungkook moves from my breasts back up to my neck and I open my eyes for just a split second, surprised by what I see. We are oblivious to the fact that the carpenter is here with his team. They are in the bedroom measuring, and just when I look up, I make eye contact with one of them.

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Chapter 41: Babygirl...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Stalking/Minor injury/Mentions of fire/Arson/Mentions of murder/Threesome/Oral sex

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3,627

Hoseok’s POV

I still don’t know what made me want to drop in on my parents so randomly, but I’m so glad that I did. The urgent need to get here seemed to subside the closer I got to their house, though a fraction of the urge still lingered. That is until now.

Even amongst all of the commotion, I can notice that the compulsion has completely dissipated, as if this is the location that was calling to me, only to be replaced with a different feeling I’ve never experienced. Longing? Need? I’m unsure how to even describe it, but I know exactly when it hit me, when I saw her. Them.

“Welcome! Come on in,” she says. I can’t help the way I’m staring at her mouth as she speaks. “Would you like something to drink? It’s probably too late for coffee, but I have hot chocolate if you’d like something warm.” The way her lips are so animated, twisting up then down almost like in an upside down smile. Her teeth are beautifully straight and dazzling, her fangs millimeters longer than the rest. She has a habit of brushing her tongue across them…is she nervous? “What are you doing out this late, anyway?”

“Damn, babe, let the man get in the house first,” one of the men says, pulling me from my trance. I’m only now realizing I am still standing in the threshold with the door wide open. At the same time, Tia excitedly speaks to me; the coolness of the early morning is becoming more noticeable, causing my nipples to stiffen under my thin shirt and goosebumps to spring up on my skin.

“Shut it, Tae. I can’t help it. You know I tend to ramble when I’m excited,” she says before pulling me in by my forearm and closing the door behind me. The warmth of her palm against my skin again feels so satisfying and may be all that I need to survive this upcoming winter season. The way that her nails hardly brush against my flesh makes my knees buckle. How can this woman I’m just meeting have such an effect on me? “Let’s just go to the kitchen and talk there.”

She walks through the expansive foyer, her thick hips swaying from left to right as she’s followed by the other guys. The chill that I once felt from the breeze is now forgotten; my entire body burns from within. Before I can follow, Taehyung pulls at the leash looped around my hand.

“I’ll look after him. Go ahead and make yourself at home. I’m Taehyung, by the way.”

He’s speaking as if he lives here. Is he her husband? Boyfriend? Or is it the smaller man or the tall one? Fuck, I can’t tell, seeing as they all seem so close. My intention is not to be rude, but the thoughts that are rushing through my mind and the feelings coursing through my body are so distracting that I can’t even seem to respond to what he’s saying. When his hand brushes against mine, that new feeling intensifies. My heart is racing, and the sensation in the pit of my stomach is a mixture of both orgasmic yearning and anxiousness, causing my eyes to widen and my breathing to halt in my chest. Fuck, all of these emotions are so immense, I’m feeling slightly lightheaded.

“You’ll be okay. It gets less overwhelming over time. Come on,” he says and follows the same path as the others. 

What the fuck is this? And how the fuck did he know I was feeling this way? Can he read minds or something? All of this seems like something out of a novel, and I must admit, I’m nervous. Nervous yet intrigued.

Jungkook’s POV

The smile that shines across Tia’s face makes my heart feel warm, and I’m a bit excited to get to know this new guy, too. Hoseok. When he finally walks into the kitchen followed by Taehyung, my heart beats like I have a school-aged crush. This makes perfect sense, seeing as he is handsome yet pretty, much like Jimin, surpassing the bounds of gender. The way he walks is as if his movements are choreographed, almost intentional. His smile is infectious and brightens the entire room.

Tia moves clumsily around the kitchen; she tends to do that when her anxiety is high. Us guys, knowing all too well how she may be feeling, are all seated around the island while staying out of her way, watching as she moves around aimlessly.

“There you are,” Tia sings as she fumbles around. “I’m making hot cocoa. Come sit and join us.”

He claims the seat between Jimin and me, and the mischievous look Jimin gives me makes me burst out laughing.

“What happened?” Namjoon, sitting on the other side of me, asks, smiling, wanting to be let in on the joke.

“Nothing, nothing. Babe, do you need help?” I deflect and go to collect mugs from the cupboard.

“Thank you, JK. You’re so sweet,” she says, placing a kiss on my cheek before she continues, “So, how long have you lived in the neighborhood?”

“Oh, I’m actually visiting my parents, but they’ve lived in that house since I was a child. I only live a few hours from here, but I’ve been wanting to come back. It seems like ever since a couple of months ago, the urge became noticeably stronger to move closer.”

I don’t know if anyone else notices how Tia’s smile fades for a split second before resurfacing.

“Oh. Ummm. So, ummm…how long will you be visiting?” she asks, not concealing her disappointment as well as she thinks. Her movements have slowed down, and her head is now hanging low. I want so badly to grab her and hold her tight, but I don’t want to draw attention to her mood change.

“I honestly don’t know. There’s nothing tying me down or any attachments that make me want to go home, so I’m in no hurry to get back.”

“So, no Mrs. Jung?” Jimin slides in.

“No… no Mrs. Jung. Not yet, at least,” he answers, looking at Tia. “I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting that special woman. Or have I?”

The fragrance of vanilla snatches my attention from Hoseok to Tia, the scent indicating that she is soaking wet for him.

“Hmm… have you?” I tease, poking my finger into Tia’s side, which causes her to squeal.

“It would be nice to have you around longer. What do you do for work?” Namjoon asks.

“I own a software engineering company,” he says. “But I mostly work remotely, giving me the freedom to work from anywhere.” It’s almost like he’s trying to reassure Tia that he won’t be leaving her side anytime soon. “I hope that I’m not being too forward, but are you guys dating? Or…”

He looks between me and Tia and then at the other guys.

“Yes,” Tia says proudly and begins passing out the liquid chocolate-filled mugs topped with mini marshmallows. Hoseok is obviously still confused, and the smirk that we are all wearing, I'm sure, isn’t helping.

“We are all Tia’s boyfriends,” Jimin informs him.

“Wait, what? So you are all dating each other?”

“No, we are all dating Tia, not each other,” Namjoon clarifies.

“But we do have love for each other,” Taehyung adds while cuddling and petting a sleeping Mickey.

Jimin and I just nod in agreement.

“Ahhh, I see,” Hoseok says, now understanding the logistics of our relationship. “Forgive me, I feel like such a dick, sitting amongst you all. You all have been so welcoming and hospitable, and I’m over here drooling over your lady. I should have clarified your relationship earlier,” he says, looking concerned and genuinely apologetic.

“No need to apologize, bro. We’ve all been in your position. All except JK since he met her first,” Jimin mentions.

“Thank goodness. I could have gotten myself in quite a situation. I wouldn’t want to have those things around my neck,” he says, pointing to my biceps.

We all laugh at that, and I can feel the heat on my cheeks. This dude really has me blushing. “Na, na…I wouldn’t do that,” I reply, trying to hide my arms behind open hands and Tia reaches over to give them a squeeze.

After a short pause, Hoseok asks, “So, you guys don’t ever get jealous of other men admiring her? Or jealous of each other?”

“No, there’s no reason for it,” Taehyung explains, “Our priority is Tia, so her happiness is our happiness.”

Tia beams, obviously delighted with Taehyung’s answer, and Hoseok nods his head, not surprised in the least, just seemingly curious.

“You don’t seem shocked,” Namjoon says as if reading my mind. “Does this not seem strange to you at all?”

“No, no…I get it. I think society tries to put barriers and expectations on love, but I get it. I’ve only just met her and already love seeing that smile,” he says as his eyes search Tia’s face, taking in all of her features before landing on her lips. “I can only imagine how you guys may feel, willing to do anything to make sure she’s always smiling,” he finishes. 

And speaking of smiles, that smirk and lip bite he just flashed to Tia has her blushing and grinning while taking sips of her cocoa, hiding her face inside her large mug. I can’t help but smile at her cuteness, and he’s right…I would do anything to keep her happy and smiling.

Another POV

“Maybe I’ve been too easy on you, and that’s why you take my warnings so casually,” Jason ponders aloud. “And you better not bleed on my interior.”

“Now you see why I hate his ass! Always causing trouble and being a fucking nuisance,” Brandon adds from the passenger seat. “What if we didn’t know that your stupid ass would try to go see that bitch? I’m so fucking tired of cleaning up behind your dumb ass, for real.”

Tony remains quiet in the backseat of Jason’s pickup truck with his finger wrapped tightly in the hem of his shirt in an attempt to stop the bleeding, knowing that he can’t go to a hospital after what just happened. However, he is still thankful that his brothers happened to be in the area when he was running for his freedom and picked him up before the cops did.

“Do you even think? We SPECIFICALLY told you not to take your ass over there! You must be ready to go back to prison?” Jason’s tone is more aggravated than Tony has ever heard. “I’ll tell you this, Tony, if you get my name wrapped up in your bullshit…” He leaves the sentence open-ended, but Tony can imagine what he’s implying. 

They say that you should be cautious with the ‘quiet ones,’ and that stands true for Jason. Brandon is all mouth, but Tony is aware of what Jason is capable of…of the things he’s done.

Jason pulls the truck into their driveway and begins walking to the front door, leaving the driver’s side door open for me to get out. When I step out of the truck, I have to grab the headrest to keep myself from falling, momentarily forgetting that I’d injured my leg when I fell after bumping into that asshole in the street.

“Fuck.”

Hopping on one leg, I close the door and follow behind my brothers into the house.

Jimin’s POV

Casually, we’ve made our way into the media room and are still chatting comfortably with Hoseok. Next to me sits Taehyung, with Mickey sleeping soundly atop his feet. Tia and Hoseok seem to be getting comfortable with each other on the loveseat. She’s tucked under his arm with her head resting on his chest while halfway watching some movie that Jungkook chose flash across the television screen. Jungkook is sitting on the floor between her legs, and Namjoon sits in the chair he and Tia made out in earlier.

I notice that she’s strangely quiet, and her void gaze confirms that she’s not paying attention to the movie either. I wonder what she’s thinking about as her nostrils flare and her brows tense. Just as I notice it, her expression relaxes. I make a mental note to ask her about it later and continue to talk to the guys.

“You never told us why you were walking Mickey so late,” Namjoon mentions.

“Yeah, it was past midnight when you came over with the officer,” I add, curious as well.

“No reason, really. I just couldn’t seem to sleep and wanted to get some air. There was something tugging at me to go out, so I listened to it and followed the pull. I couldn’t have imagined that I would have ended up here, but I’m glad that I listened to it. I haven’t felt this calm and comfortable in a long time,” he says, looking down at Tia while rubbing her shoulder. After a comfortable pause, he continues, “Okay, if I tell you all something, do you promise not to judge? Cause I already feel like I’m going nuts,” he says jokingly, but I can tell he’s serious.

We all sit upright, even Tia, as if it will help us hear him more clearly.

“Oh…this is a judgment-free space. There’s not much that can catch us off guard at this point,” Jungkook answers.

“Okay…how do I say this?” he hesitates, “I know this sounds crazy, especially since we just met a few hours ago, but I feel like I was summoned here. Like, not to my parent’s house but right here, with you all. I can’t explain it, but there was this ache, almost like a void that I couldn’t seem to fill. I really mean it when I say I haven’t been this at peace in my entire life,” he continues, now leaning over with his elbows on his knees and his eyes down. “Literally, about a month ago, I just felt the need to come back here more than ever, and when I did, I would feel drawn to this house whenever I passed by. Now I see, it wasn’t the house, but the people inside.”

We all hold space for him to unload and speak his truth while understanding completely what he’s going through. Tia rubs his back, comforting him and encouraging him to go on.

“And I hope I don’t offend anyone, and I know this is insane, but I feel like I’m experiencing love at first sight. I understand that you are all committed to Tia, so I’m not trying to overstep here. It’s not just Tia, though. When I first approached you guys on the porch earlier, there was this feeling in my stomach, like butterflies. I’m not typically a shy person, but I felt nervous yet attracted to you all as well.”

He looks so conflicted, I can’t stand to let him suffer another second, my heart aching for him. I get up to sit on the floor in front of him, taking his hands in mine.

“Bro, don’t feel bad or guilty for the way you’re feeling. We’ve all literally been in this same predicament. We all feel this overwhelming desire to love Tia and make sure she’s happy, but, like Tae said earlier, there is a love that connects us to each other as well. It was out of character for all of us…the feelings hit, and we fell fast, just like you,” I reassure him.

Jungkook reaches over Tia’s lap to console Hoseok, and Namjoon comes to sit on the arm of the couch next to him. Taehyung remains where he’s seated to not disturb Mickey, but his expression conveys the empathy we’re all feeling for Hoseok.

“That’s what I was talking about in the foyer. The feeling is prodigious at first, but it’s not as breathtaking with the more time we spend together, yet just as strong,” Taehyung says.

“Honestly, if I can speak for us all, we could feel that you belonged here as soon as you walked up. Shit, Tia knew well before you ran into Tony,” Namjoon adds.

“Tony? Wait. You guys know the person the cops were after?”

And with that question, Tia and the rest of us fill him in on the drama that is Tony.

Tia’s POV

In my vision, mom told me that I wouldn’t be able to keep secrets from the guys and that they would be able to tell when something was off, but I’m afraid to reveal all that I know…all that I saw in my vision earlier. I did see that Tony would be coming and that we would meet Hoseok, but I haven’t filled them in on the fact that Brandon and Jason are Tony’s older half brothers. 

I know that Jungkook, especially, will want Brandon’s head when he finds out the truth. Not only are they related, but Tony is the fourth worker who seemed to just stop coming one day when the renovations first began. He is the one who bugged our house and stalked me, but he isn’t behind poisoning my wine. I could vividly see Brandon pushing the water-dissolved pills into the bottles through syringes and he had been doing it ever since we fell out and I rejected his advances. The images that are replaying in my mind pisses me off all over again, but thankfully, I’ve figured out how to regulate my emotions without transferring them to the guys.

It’s hard to contain this information, but I have seen what the guys will do if they find out right now. I only need to keep this to myself until Tony is behind bars, along with his brothers. They are not the smartest bunch, leaving so much evidence to tie them to Tony and their transpasses.

Laying on Hoseok’s chest, I’m pretending to watch the movie while all of these thoughts race through my mind. When Hoseok begins to open up, however, his uncertainty pulls me out of my head, and I sit up attentively, rubbing his back to comfort him.

My heart feels so full watching the guys all come together to validate his feelings; I could cry. Unfortunately, my tiredness ruins the mood. I try my best to hold in my yawn, but it betrays me, and I feel like it prompts Hoseok’s next statement.

“I’ve taken up enough of your time. I appreciate you all listening to me and being so supportive. Honestly, I have enjoyed this so much. Thank you for the invite.”

“Are you leaving?” Taehyung asks the question we’re all wondering.

“Yeah, I’d better head back. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

The guys all laugh at that since they felt the same way just a few days ago.

“You are not and cannot overstay your welcome, I promise,” Namjoon reassures him.

“He’s right. It’s so late now. Why don’t you just stay here?” I offer, knowing that he will decline, still needing time to wrap his head around all of this and needing to check on his parents.

“You’re so sweet, but maybe another time.”

“Awww, look at that face,” Jimin says, pointing to me. I’m pouting and didn’t even realize it.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I would totally stay if I could, but I have to get back to check in on my parents. I told them I would be right back, so I can imagine they are worried.”

I smile a close-lipped smile, already knowing his reasons and understanding that he needs to go, but still a bit sad that he has to leave.

“Would it be okay if I come over tomorrow afternoon? Maybe we can have a sleepover then?”

“Yay! Yes, of course,” I answer while bouncing in place, my whole mood shifts.

“Ya, Jagiya. Are you that happy?” Taehyung teases.

“I am!”

We all walk him to the door, but Jungkook rushes upstairs as we say our goodbyes. When he returns, he hands him one of his jackets.

“I know you’re just going down the street, but put this on. It’s cool out.”

“Thanks, JK,” he accepts, calling Jungkook by the nickname we’ve been using all night, already comfortable here with us.

“For sure…don’t mention it,” Jungkook replies.

“Alright,” he says, putting on the jacket before taking a now wide-awake Mickey from Taehyung’s arms and placing him on the ground, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

After the guys wave him off, they head upstairs, I’m assuming, to get ready for bed—all except Jungkook, who takes a seat on the staircase. I remain at the door with Hoseok for just a few moments longer. He takes my hand, and the way he’s looking down at me stirs the arousal within me even more.

“I really enjoyed spending time with you today and I’m missing you already, even though I haven’t left yet,” he says with a chuckle, his deep voice making me even more moist.

“I know. I enjoyed your company as well,” I say while batting my lashes. “I hate that you have to leave, but I completely understand…love and care for your parents while you still can.”

“Exactly.” He kisses the back of my hand before saying, “See you tomorrow, babygirl. Sweet dreams.”

“Bye, Hobi. Sweet dreams.”

He slowly lets my hand fall from his fingertips as he leaves, walking backward. His smile is so big and bright it could light up the dark sky.

“Hobi, huh? That’s cute,” he says before turning on his heels.

I watch his back for a moment before I close the door and arm the security system. Jungkook welcomes me with open arms, allowing me to burrow into his brawny chest, him wrapping me in the sweetest embrace.

“It’s okay, Noona. He’ll be back tomorrow. I know it hurts your heart still, though.”

“It does,” I confess, trying not to cry. It’s ridiculous because I know he will come back, but my heart aches, nonetheless.

“Come on…Do you want to pick out what you’re going to wear for him tomorrow? After that, we could shower and before bed, I could make you come a few times, you know, to help you sleep,” he says with a naughty grin.

And just like that, my smile returns, and the ache is replaced with excitement.

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Chapter 36: Illegal...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult content/Adult language

💜Rating: R

💜Word Count: 3732

"You know we missed you," Tia answers Taehyung, then kisses his lips before doing the same to Jimin. "How was work?"

"It was fine. Got a lot done, but it was hard to focus. You were heavy on my mind which is why I'm back a little earlier than expected."

"Damn... same here. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I lowkey felt like something was wrong," Jimin adds.

"That's exactly it. Like she was in danger?"

Jimin confirms Taehyung's assumptions with a nod.

"This is wild, but I felt the same way. The feeling was so strong, it woke me from my sleep. I damn near killed myself rushing down the stairs when they rang the doorbell," Jungkook admits to the others.

"They?" Taehyung is obviously confused.

"Oh, my bad. So, there was an accident..."

"ACCIDENT?!" Taehyung and Jimin speak together, interrupting Jungkook.

"Stop, I'm okay, I promise," Tia reassures with guilt written all over her face. "I feel so bad to have worried you all, but I'm fine. Namjoon took great care of me."

With perfect timing, Namjoon emerges from the living room to join everyone in the foyer. He looks a little nervous but smiles as he waves.

"Hi, guys."

Jungkook places his hand on Namjoon's back and flashes a wink when he looks at him. Taehyung and Jimin, still clearly befuddled, come to extend warm greetings. They look at Jungkook who just simply smiles and nods his head. When they look at Tia, she is transfixed on Namjoon, and he is on her.

"What's wrong?" Namjoon is asking Tia, wiping at his face, thinking there must be something on him.

"You," she says, her tone enticing. "You and those dimples...that smile should be illegal. Jungkook, arrest this man for burglary," Tia commands and pauses, leaving everyone on edge and perplexed, "he has stolen my heart," she says, covering her face, embarrassed at her own corniness.

Tia's POV

Thankfully, I was able to get a same-day appointment with my therapist, Monique. I've been seeing her for years, as the saying is true, that every therapist needs a therapist. It's bittersweet that the session is virtual. I know I'm safe at home, but I do prefer to see her in person.

"Tia! It's been, what, two months? How are you?"

Laughing lightly, I reply, "Well, that's a loaded question. Where do I start?"

"Wherever you would like to start."

There is a comfortable pause while she patiently waits for me to get my thoughts together.

"Well, let's start with some good news, I guess."

"Okay, tell me. What makes you happy these days? Let's hunt all of the good."

I love the way that I can talk to her, like we've been friends for years, yet she's still able to keep an unbiased opinion and help me see things from different perspectives. She will also call me out on my shit if necessary. I tell her all about the men in my life and how I met them all, and also about the potential with Namjoon. There is no judgment from her, as she asks questions and listens to me ramble. I tell her about the renovations to the house and that I am pretty happy considering the other things, which we end up discussing later in the session.

"Yes, I remember when we last spoke, you'd mentioned that you were in the process of purchasing your first home. I'm so proud of you, so glad that the process went smoothly, and that the renovations came out the way you envisioned them," Monique said. "And as far as the fellas go, it sounds like they all sincerely care about you. Your relationship is not conventional but it's healthy...that's all that matters."

"Yeah, thank you for saying that. I must admit, it's different, and sometimes I wonder what others will think."

"That's understandable, but what other people think is their business, not yours to worry about."

"Facts," I respond with a soft smile. "I did want to speak with you about something specific to our situation."

"Okay."

"Well, I've told you all the good things, but there have been a lot of difficulties this past month. I'll get into the details in a bit, but my loves, Grey and John, have been instrumental to my recovery."

"Uh-huh."

"I don't know if I'm overthinking things, as I tend to do," I pause, attempting to push back the tears trying to well in my eyes. "But I find myself wondering if I'm using the guys, using sex as a way to distract myself from everything that has been going on... from the trauma of it all. Also, am I using them as a security blanket? Thoughts like that seem to keep creeping into my mind."

"I see that these thoughts make you feel a bit emotional," she replies and I nod in agreement. "Exploring a polyamorous relationship does not guarantee safety. Things can still happen. When you are with them, are you thinking about how they can protect you? Do you initiate sex with a diversion from reality in mind?" She pauses briefly before asking one last question, "Are you only concerned with what they can provide for you or is the relationship reciprocal?"

"It's funny that you say that, seeing how I met Namjoon today. The accident that happened earlier was completely because of my decisions. I do think about how safe I feel when I'm with them, but not specifically that I require protection from them. I find myself relishing in the feeling of safety, love, and authenticity. This is something we're all experiencing for the first time, together, and I've not had this with any other man in my life... not even my own father, for that matter."

"Tia, your father died. I'm sure if he had a choice, he would have been here to care for you and provide all of those things."

"Yeah, I know."

"All of the characteristics you just mentioned, are they reciprocated?"

"Oh, absolutely. With whatever this is that we have going on, I hope that I'm enough for all of them."

"Well, from the sound of it, they support and encourage each other as well. Maybe it doesn't all fall on you, as long as your intentions are good."

"Yes, it may sound crazy, but I would do anything for them. And there is no favoritism...I care about them all equally yet differently."

"That is beautiful and I am so glad that you are happy. From what you've told me, it doesn't appear that your goal is to use them more so than it is an instinctual responsibility that they all feel to keep you safe. These are elements of a strong, healthy relationship. I would, however, like to recommend that you all have a sit-down and talk about what you all expect from each other, details regarding your sex life. For example, will there be relations between the guys or just with you, contraception, and any other concerns you all may have."

I feel so much better after speaking with Monique. She is always able to help me see things more clearly and get me out of my own head by validating my thoughts and reassuring my thoughts. I go on to tell her about the stalker, me being poisoned, the life-saving hospital visit, and the mental issues I was having as a result. She goes on to express how overjoyed she is that I am not allowing the hardships to take over my life, pointing out my strong will to leave the house today.

We come to the end of the session with her saying, "If you're having a feeling or something is telling you to move a certain way, maybe follow your intuition. And remember, it's okay to pause and just be every now and then. It's okay to take a break from being strong. It's okay to live a soft life, allowing others to love and care for you. It's okay to focus on the good things sometimes." I gasp then laugh at that, having just heard it from Taehyung earlier, causing her to ask, "What?"

"Oh, nothing. Tae, coincidentally, said the exact same thing to me today."

"Hmm... coincidence or confirmation?"

We log out of the session, and I take a moment to just think...to just be. I sit in the silence, trying to turn my brain off for a second. My eyes are closed, and I'm here...just existing, trying to silence my thoughts.

This must be what meditation is like. Damn, I'm still thinking, but I'm trying not to. Fuck, I suck at this. Suck...I wonder what my babes are doing. Oh wow, I'm such a freaky frog.

My mind races for a bit longer with me combating my internal dialogue, not entertaining it. I notice immediately when my mind goes quiet, but only for a minute.

"Can't hear with a chaotic mind. Calm down. Focus. Breathe."

Ok, I hear that! Typically, when I'm thinking, I hear my own voice within, but this... this is not me. I'm taken aback, wanting to open my eyes and stop whatever this is, but I decide to stay here. While this situation is strange and new, the voice is comforting, familiar, and warm. I'm noticing that it is coming through in short phrases, rather than eloquent sentences. I am also able to take comfort in knowing what this may be. My mother often spoke of being "led by the ancestors" and would often require silence so that she could "listen". I wonder if this is what I am experiencing. Just as quickly as I think that, it answers.

"Exactly. Gifts beginning. Flourish. Age irrelevant. Blessing not skipped. Very strong. Practice. Seven. You feel them. Love. Trust. Safe. Okay. Let go."

I can hear it, and I am able to understand!Tears are collecting behind my lids. A chill runs through my body; there's a feeling like someone has a grip on my heart, and I'm experiencing shortness of breath. It's not uncomfortable, but definitely noticeable. It is similar to the feelings I face when having an anxiety attack, but this is more of a suggestion instead of something that takes over my body. Taking in every detail and feeling, I place my hand over my heart and lean in completely.

Jimin's POV

"So, is this normal? Is this how all of this goes?" I have so many questions yet Jungkook and Taehyung are focused on the TV screen, seemingly chill, like they are used to this.

"Why? Are you jealous of Namjoon?" Taehyung asks, obviously trying to be a smartass, never averting his eyes from the video game Jungkook is playing.

"No, I'm not jealous at all. I'm asking if it's normal to have these feelings."

"What feelings, bro?" Jungkook's tone is less condescending as he continues to click the buttons on the controller.

"Like, the pull to Tia and knowing when she needs me. The pull to you both. And now, this feeling I have towards Namjoon. It's like being in a pitch black, dark ass room full of puzzle pieces but being able to pick the ones you need because they glow in the dark."

"Damn, man, that's deep...perfect analogy. There are thousands of people in this city, but I only feel connected to you two and Namjoon," Taehyung confesses. "I don't know if it's normal, but this is what we're experiencing together and with Tia."

We all just shrug, giving up the urge to understand, and look up when Tia emerges from the basement.

"Hey! How did it go?" Jungkook asks the question we are all thinking, placing the Playstation controller on the coffee table. I was so worried when Taehyung mentioned to us what she'd said earlier, about using us as a distraction. I wonder if she was able to speak with her therapist about that.

"It was really good! I feel so much better... so much lighter," she says, making her way over to join us in the media area off of the kitchen. "Where's Namjoon? Did y'all scare him off?"

"He had to leave to hand out the rest of his business cards. There's one for you on the island. He owns a landscaping business," Taehyung informs her.

She comes to stand behind the sofa that the others are sitting on and runs her fingers into Taehyung's hair, her nails audibly scratching along his scalp. The feeling is clearly intoxicating, as he melts into the couch, his eyes rolling backward, and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Laughing, she moves to give Jungkook some affection, only for Taehyung to reach over his head trying to grab at her wrists.

"Oh, Jagia, don't be like this. That wasn't nearly enough!"

"Hey, stop! It's my turn, right, Noona?" Jungkook talks to her with his head lifted and resting on the back of the couch.

Tia leans over his upside-down face and places a kiss on his lips, her hand resting on his throat. Taehyung and I just watch as their tongues dance, their lips moving in sync with each other like the most perfect tango. We are completely captivated by their exchange until she releases him with a 'muah' sound.

"Right."

"Fuck that, I want one of those," Taehyung protests. We all get a good laugh before Tia moves back over to him to give him the same treatment as Jungkook. I watch how gentle her fingers move over the skin of his throat, her thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw and chin. She's not even touching me, but I'm growing, beginning to push against my zipper. When she's finished, she lets him go and stands, looking down at him. He sits up, flashing a smirk while blushing, again eliciting laughs from us all.

When Tia looks over to me, my eyes go wide, not because I don't know I'm next, but because of the way she slowly approaches me, like a lioness stalking down her prey. Her hips sway effortlessly, her thighs jiggle slightly with each step. The way her shorts stretch across her pelvis and thighs is a clear indicator of how phat her ass is...I can damn near see it from the front. Jesus, I've never wanted anyone so badly in my entire life. I gulp down the lump in my throat, happily yet nervously awaiting what is to come next.

When she reaches the chair I'm occupying, I offer her a smile and reach out for her, holding her hips for support as she climbs onto my lap. With her hands playing at my neck, she peers into my eyes, like she knows it's one of my biggest turn-ons. Eye contact and hearing 'yes sir' turns me to putty every time.

"Hey," she whispers.

"Hey," I retort, moving my hips slightly in an attempt to adjust my now, very prominent erection.

Fuck, I hope she doesn't feel that.

She nods, as if reading my mind, and grinds down on me. My mouth falls open, the feeling is amazing and what I didn't know I needed. At the same time, my eyes drop closed due to the shock accompanied by pleasure, and she takes the opportunity to tilt her head, leaning in to take my lips against hers. Kissing her feels oddly familiar, like I've kissed her everyday for an eternity but this is our first REAL kiss. Her movements are slow and intentional, savoring every second as her warm tongue grazes my bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth. I move my hands from her hips, sliding over her plump ass, up her back, and letting one continue to her nape to pull her in, deepening the kiss. Holding her like this has me feeling like a virgin, overly excited from their first kiss. When she moans into my mouth, I have to pull back, unable to compose myself.

"Feels like your first time, doesn't it? Don't feel bad...she had the same effect on us, too."

Taehyung doesn't speak but nods his head, agreeing with Jungkook. Tia simply wipes any remaining lip gloss she was wearing from my lips before adjusting herself to sit facing the other men, her cheek resting on my chest with her legs draped across the arm of the chair.

"Cut it out, guys...you're making me sound like some kind of temptress."

The two men make eye contact with each other before bursting out in laughter. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Is this woman after my soul? If so, I think I may just hand it over willingly if it would make her happy. She shakes her head, not entertaining their behavior before changing the subject.

"So, the thought crossed my mind before, but my therapist just confirmed it. Since we're all here, I think we should talk about this...about us," Tia announces, but there is a sense of uncertainty in her voice.

"It doesn't feel right, does it?"

She looks up at me and answers in the smallest voice, "No." She looks down to fiddle with the gold rings on her fingers.

"We aren't all here, are we? Did you feel it, too? With Namjoon, I mean," Taehyung asks the question to no one in particular, but we all know what he's speaking about... the instant connection and desire for Namjoon is evident.

"Yeah, it was like a long-lost relative had found his way home. I honestly didn't want him to leave, but I knew he had to. Should we call him?"

Tia sits straight up, the obvious excitement in her eyes when she responds to Jungkook, "Do you think we should?"

"Shit, why not? I'd bet money that he's probably waiting for you to call, hoping it's not regarding your lawn."

Jungkook's POV

It's so cute how excited she is, with a pale shade of nervousness just below the surface. We all go to sit at the island, Tia practically skipping across the room. When I slide the card across the marble in her direction, her eyes grow wide in surprise.

"Nuh uh, Koo, you call him."

"Why do I have to call him?" I'm obviously teasing her...it's cute the way she's acting, as if she's anxious to talk to her high school crush. I, of course, pull my phone from the pocket of my hoodie, and lean over the counter to get the card back. I start to dial the number when Tia stops me.

"NO! Wait... oh my God. Why am I so nervous?"

"He IS fine as fuck...maybe that has something to do with it?"

"Maybe so," Taehyung agrees with Jimin.

"T, cut it out. You know you're a baddie. What's the worst he can say?" I try to encourage her, continuing to dial the number.

"So cute," Taehyung says, pulling her into his arms. Jimin moves to grab a wine glass from the cabinet before rushing to the fridge to pour Tia a glass. I don't think he realizes what he's doing, not knowing all of the details behind why she was sick when he first met her. I'm a little on edge awaiting her response, having not pressed the button to begin the call. I don't know if this will trigger her since that's how that fucker decided to poison her, by spiking her wine. Taehyung doesn't seem to notice, too preoccupied with loving on Tia. I'm on the fence, unsure if I should interject or allow this to play out. I hope this will not hinder her recovery, but I choose to fall back, making room for her to handle it herself.

"Here you are, beautiful, maybe this will help take the edge off." Jimin sits the glass in front of her.

Please, don't be afraid, Noona...please.

She looks down to see the red wine sitting in front of her and is, thankfully, unbothered. She does ask if he brought this bottle himself or if he found it here.

"Ummm... I brought this from home. It's one of my favorites, so I wanted you to try some. I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

Jimin seems to be examining her expression, anticipating her answer.

"It's a long story...I'll tell you all about it later. But no, Jimini, you've done nothing wrong. Thank you."

We all watch in amazement when she lifts the glass to her lips, sipping the crimson libation into her mouth. It is astounding how brave this woman is, yet she's acting so skittish over a phone call. I'm assuming the others feel the same way, watching her in awe as Taehyung kisses her temple, arm dangling over her shoulders, and Jimin leans across the island, beaming at her, his crescent eyes on display. She licks her tongue out to collect the small drop of wine left on her plump lip which causes me to mimic her, licking my own. She is so enchanting; I am completely and willingly entangled in her spell.

I'm touched by the amount of trust she has in Jimin after only meeting him days prior. There is something magical happening here, within us. Our love, our bond, is obvious and deeper than the ocean is. I know it's not the liquid courage as the alcohol hasn't even had time to make it into her system, but she leans over the island to take the card from my hand. It is amazing how the smallest move that she makes turns me on in such a major way. The heaviness of her breasts causes them to bounce when she's sat back on her stool. My eyes wander to admire their fullness, up to the dip of her collar bone. Shit, even the way her bra straps are pushing into her soft skin has my dick jumping.

She finally makes the call and puts it on speaker, holding it casually to her lips. When her eyes dart up to look into mine, my heart skips a beat. What's wild is, I bet she isn't even aware of the effect she has on us. I'm assuming he's answered when the corner of her mouth tugs up into a smirk and though it's quick, I catch the way her tongue traces the edges of her teeth. Fuck, this girl can have anything she wants from me.

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Chapter 32: Gifted...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Mentions of Arson/Fire/Anxiety Attacks/Death of Main Characters/Murder/Adult Language/Sexual Activity/Stalking/Cancer/Loss of Parent/Ghosts/Explicit Smut/Ejaculation/Oral Sex/Nipple Play/Death of Main Characters/Unprotected Sex/Hate Crime/Blackouts/Orgy/Mention of Gun/Breath Play

*Warnings are for entire work; not chapter specific*

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3789

*FLASHBACK*

"Didn't I tell you that you drink too much?"

My mother eyes me as I'm pouring my nightcap.

"Mom, you make me sound like an alcoholic. Even my doctor says a glass of red wine a day is good for the heart."

"Well, whatever, I just worry about you. You need to make an appointment with your doctor, just for a check up."

Clean. That's the best way I can describe my mother's scent that creeps into my nose as I hug her from behind, placing my glass on the counter next to the sink, making sure to handle her frail frame gently.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll call in the morning. AND, I'll do a cleanse, just for you, okay. No alcohol for a month," I concede, resting my cheek on her shoulder.

"Don't do it for me, do it for yourself. I know your liver is screaming for a break and more water."

"Dang, ma!"

Our laughter fills the kitchen just as my sister enters the house.

"Sis, come get your mama," I acknowledge Jasmine as she's placing her keys on the hook, then removing her shoes and purse.

"No, come get your wino of a sister," Mommy quips.

"All I heard was wine. Gimme some!"

Mom's jaw drops as Jasmine's coming around the corner, causing us girls to erupt in laughter.

"You heifers get on my nerves together. T, don't play around with your health and call the doctor's office first thing because it'll be hard to get someone after lunch. Ask them to do a urinalysis. Jas, wash your dishes if you decide to eat dinner. I made the sausage, gravy, and rice you guys love."

"Deh," we say in unison as Mommy, in passing, tucks a clump of Jas's curls behind her ear with one hand and grabs my cheeks with the other. She calls over her shoulder as she's ascending the stairs.

"Also, y'all need to avoid taking the interstate in the morning. And don't be in here doing all that cackling, you know I have another round of chemo tomorrow."

It wasn't uncommon for mom to warn us of things or worry over us. Yes, most mother's want to try to protect their children, but this goes beyond that. Our grandmother had the same gift that is said to be bestowed upon the women of our family by age 30, having skipped me as I'm already 34. With this gift, Mom and Granny had a history of predicting things in our lives and shielding us from danger. Not that she considers herself a psychic or anything, Mom just has 'a feeling' sometimes. She would alert us of dangers and things yet to happen in regular conversation, like there was nothing odd about it. And she could always read us like a book.

"Tia."

On my way to my room, I stop abruptly in front of my mother's bedroom door when I hear her calling for me.

"Ma'am?"

Sitting propped up on a mountain of pillows, she puts her book on the bed and motions for me to move closer. I already know the drill as her hands are extended, so I go to stand next to the bed, leaning over for her to hold my face in her hands. She first looks into my eyes, shifting from one to the other. It's almost as if she's looking through me. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath in through her nose and releases it through her mouth.

"I just wanted to check in on you again. Don't be too worried about your doctor's visit. It's not anything life threatening but you do need to get checked out."

"Will I need to get a shot or something? Medicine?"

"Probably just medicine. You'll be okay," she reassures me then opens her eyes. "I've been meaning to ask you, do you still have those dreams?"

Even without the details, I know exactly what she is talking about. The dreams that feature the same seven men, guiding, helping, and comforting me as I sleep. I'm curious as to why she's brought this up even though she asks every few years.

"Yes, ma'am...I had another one a couple of days ago. Why?"

"No reason, really, I just thought about it. You are gifted, Tia, and I, honestly, believe those men are assigned to you, to keep you safe. Just know that if you ever encounter some sort of danger, your love will protect you."

"My Love? Like my man? And gifted? I'm already years past thirty so if I was gifted, it would have shown by now."

"I'm not quite sure, T. I just see you experiencing new beginnings... fate... home... seven... death... love... purple... fire... hate... rebirth." Her brow furrows and she closes her eyes again, tilting her head ever so slightly before she continues to speak.

"Ma, wha-?"

"Shh..."

Whenever she gets like this, something big is coming. She can never tell us when, but she definitely gets us prepared for what's to come.

"Something will come after you, or has come...something dark and spiteful. There will be a fire, or there has been a fire?" She quickly releases me, fanning her hands as if she'd been burned. She just looks at me but I can't read her expression as it's a mixture of worry and confusion with a hint of fear. "Baby, you've always been a tough nut to crack, since the day I brought you into this world. Sometimes, I can't tell if you're coming or going but you are something special, the universe knows that. You're going to experience a great loss, or you already have? I don't know, Tia, but you will have your happily ever after."

"Okay, well, I'm not scared at all," I tease sarcastically.

"And you shouldn't be. No weapons formed against you shall prosper," mom begins to pray over me ending it with an 'amen'.

"Amen. Well, I'd better get to bed, too. Are we still getting pancakes before your appointment?"

I love getting on her nerves, joking and picking with her to make her laugh. Maybe that's my toxic trait, resorting to humor to not focus on the seriousness of situations.

"I wish! We can stop to get you some but unfortunately, I'll only be having a small, bland meal before."

"Boooooooo! No, I'm kidding. You know I'm going to eat what you eat...let's suffer together."

"Girl, goodnight. Get outta my room with your silly self. And, try to stop stressing so much. Even the Lord needed seven days to create heaven and earth." She catches what she just said and can't help but to laugh at herself. "Seven... the number of completion."

I chuckle lightly before stepping towards the door.

"Yes, ma'am. Night night."

*PRESENT DAY*

Another POV

"Please, try to be quiet when you're sweeping this room as someone is sleeping," Jungkook advises and the technician nods, his plush lips curving up at the corners.

The door opens slowly, allowing the beautiful young man to enter the space. He seems to float around the area, gracefully running his device across every surface. Jungkook can't seem to peel his eyes off of the young man as he steps past him, making his way to the armchair near the bed. Having not left Tia's side for more than a few minutes since she was discharged from the hospital this morning, he takes her hand before sitting in the chair he'd drug to her bedside. He and Taehyung have decided that one of them should be with her at all times and Jungkook takes this opportunity to stare at her sleeping features, barely noticing the man now standing next to him.

"A real life Sleeping Beauty, huh?"

Jungkook meets his eyes, "Yea, she is beautiful, isn't she?" Looking back to Tia, and kissing the back of her hand before he continues, "I could just stare at her like this all day."

"I see why! My goodness, she is breathtaking." Hoping to not cross the line, he asks, "Will she be okay?"

Glancing up to him again, Jungkook could have sworn he had tears in his eyes. "Y-yea...she'll be okay, she just needs to rest and stay hydrated." Just as the technician is about to speak again, Tia's phone vibrates. Snatching it from the nightstand before the sound can wake Tia, Jungkook takes the phone answering it as he walks out of the bedroom.

The young man, as if enchanted, keeps his eye on her sleeping face. Her smooth, golden brown skin seems to glow, her lips full with a slight sheen, he is drawn to touch her. Tia's eyebrows scrunch and she moans lowly, giving the man an excuse to rush to her side. After quickly placing his equipment on the floor, he takes her hand into his.

What the fuck am I doing?

He can't deny the pull he feels but knows that he has free will, being able to walk away whenever he wants. But he doesn't want to. Like Jungkook said a moment ago, he could stare at her all day long.

"Jimin!" A voice whisper shouts from the bathroom.

He drops her hand and turns on the spot to face his colleague.

"Shh!" He tries to hush the man before he wakes Tia, but is unsuccessful.

"Who are you," the small voice asks from behind him. Jimin looks around to see Tia staring back at him.

"Hey, sorry to have woken you up. We're here to sweep the house for any hidden cameras or listening devices."

"Where is JK?"

"JK?" As Jimin is asking her, Jungkook returns with some fruit and water.

"Hey, babe, I'm here. I'm glad to see you up. How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess. I'm a bit groggy and my head is banging."

"John said you'll probably feel that way for a few hours. He said that you'll probably be lethargic, too, and to call if you need something for nausea. Your memories may come back all at once or in spurts, but try to not stress yourself out. Here...take this," he hands Tia a couple of red and white tablets, "Hopefully, this will help with your headache."

She takes the pills, and washes them down with the water. Jimin doesn't realize he's stuck in place, watching this interaction between the two until Tia speaks, looking directly at him. He sees her mouth moving but doesn't hear what she says. He jerks himself out of his trance and says, "Ah, sorry, what was that?", asking Tia to repeat her question.

"I said what's your name?"

"Oh, Jimin...Park Jimin."

"Nice to meet you. Was that you holding my hand a minute ago?"

He's blushing red and rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed, having been caught. Nodding his head, he admits his actions.

"I'm sorry...you just looked so beautiful, and you were moaning, and your brows were tense. I didn't know if you were having a bad dream or if you were hurting. I'm sorry, I just felt compelled to comfort you. Forgive me if I overstepped-"

"We are so sorry, ma'am. We'll just finish searching this area, then we'll be out of your hair," the other man cuts Jimin off to apologize.

Unintentionally ignoring the other man, Tia's focus remains on Jimin.

"Thank you...Jimin. You didn't overstep at all," Tia shows her gratitude and the way his name falls from her lips is intoxicating.

Jungkook's POV

Thankfully, Tia slept through the entire process of getting her discharged and home. I don't think I would have been able to stand the void look of confusion in her eyes or her staring at me like a stranger. Not again. Thankfully, I'm off duty during the day today and get to spend it caring for Tia. Taehyung will be back after he takes care of some things at the office and, luckily, he's the owner of the business, so he'll be able to take a few days off to be here as well.

Tia is still sleeping when I answer the door for the technicians to come in and sweep the house. There's something about one of the men that causes my heart to race when he's near. I feel an immediate connection to him, almost like a long lost brother. Unable to tear my eyes from him, I watch as he practically dances around Tia's room, something so elegant in his movements. The only thing that can take my attention from him is Tia's peaceful features and I have a seat to further take them in.

As we converse briefly, I swear that I see tears in his eyes and I can't help but to wonder if he's possibly experiencing the same attraction to her as me and Taehyung. As I open my mouth to ask, Tia's phone vibrates across the bedside table and I quickly grab it before it wakes her. I rush out of the room to answer the call.

'Hello? Tia?'

"Hey, Brandon. Tia is unavailable at the moment."

'Oh, my bad. You must be her boyfriend. Hey man, I was just calling to check on her after hearing about what happened. I got called to the police station to give a statement about a past employee.'

"Yea, I appreciate you checking in on her. She's past the critical part and is home resting now. Would you like to leave a message for her?"

'Yeah...yeah. Could you tell her...tell her that I'm so sorry for what happened and what she had to go through. I fired him shortly after we started on her reno. After I had caught him doing some suspicious things, but I should have said something or reported him, I don't know. Like I said, he was suspicious but I had no proof of anything. I didn't know what else to do but to let him go.'

Of course I already know the details of this case but I listen anyway, making my way down to the kitchen.

'I'm not innocent in all of this as I was inappropriate at times and said some things about her when she wasn't around, but it was just locker room talk, you know? Men being men. I promise, I never meant for anything bad to happen to her.'

"Look man, I get what you're saying but making sexual jokes and references about a woman is not locker room talk. You being a dick and acting spiteful because Tia rejected you is more accurate. Men being men? Don't ever generalize your behavior as a 'man' thing. I'm nothing like you because real men don't do shit like that. I'll give her your little message, and you can go ahead and delete her number, bro. There's nothing else for you to talk to her about."

I end the call and slide her phone into my back pocket before rummaging through the fridge for something light for her to eat and some water, thinking of John's recommendations. In one of the cabinets, I find a bottle of Tylenol and take a few in case she has a headache before I go back upstairs.

Tia's POV

I'm in between sleep and consciousness when visuals flood my mind. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or not, and my heart breaks seeing Jungkook and Grey cry. What happened? Am I dead? There's a warmth that suddenly covers me like a warm blanket, and I feel a sense of peace. Is it coming from the person holding my hand? Is it Jungkook? Taehyung? Whoever it is, they give off the same comfort as them.

When I open my eyes, I'm still not sure if I'm dreaming when I see a man standing next to my bed, his back to me, strong yet beautiful. Mom taught my sister and I to trust our gut, that our intuition would never steer us wrong, so even though I can't see his face, I feel comfortable as my body is reacting as if I know him. He feels familiar. The sharpness of his jaw line is the first thing I notice as he's turning to face me, followed by his pillowy lips and breathtaking features. I swear, my heart skips a beat when his eyes meet mine.

When Jungkook walks in, my mind wanders as we're talking, unable to take my eyes off of the unknown man. I can recall bits and pieces of what happened last night and I know that I had to go to the hospital, but the details are vague. He starts telling me about what John had said regarding my recovery but stops to trace my line of vision, meeting the man standing a few feet away.

"Who are you?"

Jimin...again, I feel like I've said his name a million times. So, it was him radiating the same energy as the other two.

"Thank you, Jimin," is all I can give him at the moment and with a forced smile reassure him that he's not overstepping my boundaries.

Jungkook offers me some of the fruit he brought up but I don't have much of an appetite at the moment, and I can feel my headache getting worse by the minute. Not even 10 minutes later am I in the fetal position on the bed, awaiting the moment my skull splits in half. Thankfully the other technician has finished the sweep in here and is outside in the work van. I think there's something vulnerable about suffering and I didn't want him to see me this way but I'm comfortable with Jungkook...and Jimin. Fragmented memories are swirling through my mind, searching to land on their specific string of experience.

"Oh my God, baby...I'm so sorry," I say between tears, unsure if I'm crying because of the searing headache, the visual of my loved ones sad because of me, or both.

"Shh...it's okay, baby. I know. I know you didn't mean it."

Jungkook is kneeling next to the bed, kissing the back of my hand and rubbing my butt, trying to console me. Being that my eyes are closed tight, I don't see when Jimin comes over to kneel next to him.

"May I?"

Assuming he got the go ahead from Jungkook, I almost melt when his hands caress my scalp and firm circles rub across my temples. This doesn't alleviate the pain completely but it's definitely relaxing. This in combination with the booty rubs calms me enough that I end up falling asleep.

"Jagiya, wake up, love...you need to eat something."

I awaken to Taehyung's gorgeous face and I'm enthralled but unable to show it much as I'm still in pain. It has subsided a ton, but is definitely lingering.

"Hi, Tae. Are you done with work?"

He still blushes and gives me that boxy smile whenever I call him by his nickname. He is so fucking cute.

"Yeah, I just had to speak to a few customers and move some appointments around. How are you feeling?"

"I feel like shit but not as shit as earlier. I missed you."

"I missed you more, and I'm glad you feel less shit."

"Also, I'm so sorry about last night."

"No need to apologize...we know it was the medicine making you like that. Here, sit up. I brought soup. Koo told me you haven't eaten much."

I'm able to sit up and have a few spoonfuls of the soup, the rich warm broth heats me from within. After taking more medicine, I scoot over to make room for Taehyung to lay with me, and bump into a sleeping Jungkook. Thankfully, I don't wake him but it does cause him to stir, he grabs my hips, pulling me to lay flush to him. With hushed voices, Taehyung and I converse with our foreheads together.

"So?" He questions me, wearing a knowing smirk, my thumb grazing over the slight stubble along his cheek.

"So? So, what?" I'm genuinely confused.

"Jimin?"

I pull away for a moment to fully search his features for any indication of anger or jealousy... nothing. He only smiles and wiggles his eyebrows at me. So he and Jungkook talked while I was sleeping.

I snicker and playfully cover his smile with my palm and say, "Yeah? What about him?"

"Koo told me about you guys giving each other 'bedroom eyes'."

"No one was giving anyone any kind of eyes. I mean... he was handsome and sweet."

"Yea, that's not the way Koo described him. He said he was fine as fuck and looked like he was sent from heaven, on some Keyshia Cole type shit."

We burst into silent laughter, trying not to disturb Jungkook as he has to work tonight.

"Oh my God! Stop, stop, stop...my head hurts," I whisper yell to him, still wheezing.

"Oh shit...my bad. I read somewhere that an orgasm will help relieve headaches," Taehyung apologizes while still smiling and rubbing my head with his thumb, his comment only causes us to laugh more. Once we finally settle down, he kisses my forehead and asks, "Bath time?"

"Ummm," I agree, never turning down a bath, nuzzling my face into his shirt. The scent of his cologne makes me clench my thighs in an attempt to cease the throbbing. Bitch, you could have died just yesterday and you're thinking about fucking?! I allow Taehyung to assist me from the bed to the bathroom, struggling to fight against the weakness and lightheadedness. He holds my arm firmly as I step into the empty tub, sitting me down slowly.

"Lay back and try to relax a bit," Taehyung advises as he starts the water, adjusting it until he finds the perfect temperature. I move my hair to drape over the lip of the tub before I lay back. Leaving briefly, he comes back to sit behind my head. I'm assuming he went to get a hair tie as he's now collecting my strands to put them in a bun atop my head.

I'm practically drooling when his hands leave my hair and begin to massage my neck. Applying firm pressure, using water as lubrication to slip from the base of my neck up into my nape. With his thumb still rubbing circles in my hair, his free hand is massaging my shoulder. My eyes close on their own, moans flowing from my nostrils.

"You like that, huh?"

"Uh huh," I nasally respond, allowing my head to rest against his palm.

Noticing that the water is now covering my breasts, Taehyung pauses his massage to turn the water off, coming back to start where he left off.

"Have you spoken to Koo about the suspect they arrested last night?"

"I haven't but I know that's a conversation that needs to happen. Since I've slept most of the day, I don't think he's had the chance to bring it up."

"How are you feeling about all of this, like, now that he's been caught?"

"Honestly, I feel free and light. I feel like I can exist without having to look over my shoulder, you know? But, mostly, I'm just glad he wasn't able to hurt me or the people that I love."

Taehyung gently moves my head to the other side to massage my other shoulder. I open my eyes as I hear the bathroom door opening to see a groggy Jungkook coming in, hair a mess atop his head.

"Hey, Sleepyhead! Did you sleep well?"

A/N:

Thanks so much to @moonleeai for beta reading this chapter! 💜

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Chapter 38: I Love You...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smutty smut/Adult content/Unprotected sex/Adult language

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3256

Namjoon's POV

When I pull up to the house, I see Tia's boyfriend coming out wearing his uniform. He waves at me before popping his trunk to toss his backpack inside. I'm grateful for the expansive driveway, which allows room for Jungkook to leave without me blocking him in. I gather my phone and wallet and climb out of my truck, anxious to talk to him again. I'm not nervous, like intimidated, the feeling is comparable to being on a rollercoaster, the way my heart is racing and my stomach is doing flips.

"Hey! Glad to see you again! I was hoping we didn't scare you away," Jungkook says, smiling as he pulls me in for a hug, patting my back affectionately.

"Ha! You sound like Tia. Did everyone not expect me to be okay with all of this?"

"No, I'm just joking. Jimin, Taehyung, and I felt it, just as we did with each other, and knew you would be back. I'm sure you've experienced it by now... that feeling in the pit of your stomach when we're near each other."

So, that's what this is?!

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I think I know what you're talking about."

"The feeling has been a constant thing between us guys. I'm not sure what Tia feels, but I'm assuming it's similar. Something that can't be mistaken for anything else...something irresistible. Almost supernatural."

There is a short pause, and I nod, letting him know I understand. Then, I break the silence by asking, "She mentioned that you were her boyfriend, so are all of you? Or..."

"She said that?" I just nod before he continues, "I think of her as my girlfriend but we've not made anything official... none of us have just yet. We were wanting to have a sit down soon. Maybe tomorrow."

"Oh okay, I can understand that. So, you're going in tonight? I don't want to hold you up."

"Yeah, man, I gotta go but I'll be back at the ass crack of dawn. Go ahead and go inside... I'll see y'all later."

He initiates another hug, tells me the code to the door, and walks away to climb into his car, yelling out to me, "Have fun!"

My fingers twitch at my side as I make my way to the door.

Relax. Relax.

As if I can shake the nervousness away, I wiggle my arms and take in the deepest breath, holding it in my chest, and then I exhale. Surprisingly, it does help a bit, so I take the opportunity to punch in the door code and enter what I feel will be the best chapter of my life.

Jimin's POV

We hop back in the shower after Jungkook leaves and I see Taehyung getting comfortable to watch our show. The best way I can describe this moment with Tia is simply sensational. The way she feels against me is like breathing air for the first time but is still so familiar like I've done this a million times. I have longed for this moment since the day I met her, to have her wrapped in my embrace, safe from the world. She deserves all of the love and every desire of her heart... I pray I am the person who can help give her the world. When I enter her, it's as if she blooms wide for me, soft and vulnerable under my touch. As if the gods constructed our bodies to fit perfectly, I lift her leg, holding it to my side as I slip and slide effortlessly within her walls to burrow deep within her love.

Once I am completely held inside of her, I still for a moment, taking in this feeling and savoring it. Taking in how my skin runs hot and prickles as if electricity surges through my veins. Fascinated, I watch her mouth part, releasing a gasp at the feeling of being full of me. Her eyes droop drunkenly but there's no mistaking the look within them; a hunger so ravenous and wild. I've never seen her like this and decide, at this very moment, that my life goal is to have her like this as often as she wants.

I slide out halfway, only to bore myself back into her sweet plum, dripping wet with the most tantalizing nectar. The smacking from our bodies can be heard over the running shower, the most beautifully lewd sound I've ever experienced...I want more. Halfway out, then in again, so deep.

"Jimin," she whimpers, interrupting her moans. I watch as the water creates a steady river that flows between her full breasts. The stream creates a sheen on her skin, a sort of glaze that I'm sure is sweet to the taste. I dive in, and I'm not disappointed to find, I was right. She tastes, looks, and sounds delicious. With one arm around her waist to anchor her, I reach up to grip her face and pull her in to devour her lips.

Intoxicatingly sweet...that's what she tastes like and that is the aroma mixing in with the steam of the shower. I pump into her, knowing I'm on that spot, that magic button that's causing her to melt in my arms. Her body spasms when her orgasm conquers her, and I maintain my stride, drilling into her, drawing out the feeling while my mouth swallows her whimpers.

Now that her senses are coming back to her, we turn so that the warm water is now cascading down my back. I help her sit on the bench against the tile wall and hoist one of her legs over my shoulder.

"Keep your eyes on me. Watch me feast on what's mine."

She looks directly into my eyes daringly, a silent challenge being initiated. The thickness of her thighs is irresistible, and I give in to my intrusive thoughts by nibbling, suckling, and biting my way up until I'm face to face with my main course. I'm awestruck by how her body creams for me. I'm a man on the brink of starvation, and I dive in and slurp and lap greedily at her, pulling moans and whimpers with each stroke of my tongue.

"Eyes on me, beautiful," I remind her, speaking directly into her core, when I notice her eyelids getting heavy.

Deeper, I lick my way between her folds and inside. The way her walls contract and clench around my tongue is insane. In, up, and then sucking her clit on the way out. In, up, out. That seems like the cheat code causing her to writhe around underneath me.

"Where are you going? Come here."

I lock her in place with my forearms on her thighs, pinning my weight on her to keep her still to take what I'm giving. With one hand gripping the bench and the other in my hair, her eyes begin to roll, and her breathing quickens. She's close. I pull away and smack a firm hand against her clit. Her eyes pop open, and with her mouth wide, she moans and then sucks her bottom lip.

Yes! My baby matches my freak!

"Why did you make me do that? Keep those eyes open, beautiful," lick "Or do you want me to stop?" lick

"No! Please! Please, don't stop."

Since she is begging so sweetly, I resume my tongue acrobatics, flipping and spinning here and there. In and out. Up, then down.

"That's right, baby. You're being such a good girl, keeping your eyes open for me. Are you ready to cum?"

"Yes, sir! I'm gonna cum... oh my God, oh my GOD," she trails off into mumbles.

I replace my tongue by inserting two fingers, pushing them deep and swiping her spot from left to right, as I suck on her clit.

I release it with a pop and say, "Don't call God," my lips still against her flesh, "I'm the one making you feel this good." I begin to suck on her clit a bit harder while flicking the tip with my tongue.

"JIMIN!"

She reaches her peak and I bury my fingers inside, moving left to right as fast as I can. Tia scratches and claws at my arms while her body convulses. She's grinding her pelvis against me and takes my fingers deeper inside. Her love sprays from her pretty pussy to soak my chin, dribbling down my neck, chest, and down to my abs.

"Fuck, baby. Look at the mess you've made," I say. "Ummm, you dirty girl."

When it seems that her orgasm is beginning to wane, I pull my fingers out of her and kiss her sensitive bud in gratitude, before I have a taste of the slick I've collected.

"So fucking sweet," I mention, the lick my lips.

"Fuck," she whispers, looking completely love-drunk.

I hope she doesn't think we are done. I lean over to hug her body and she latches on immediately. Pulling her up against my chest, I move my hands for support under her thighs. Then I drive back into her. She moans loudly into my ear as I lift her slightly to drop back down onto my rock-hard dick.

"Shit!"

"Did you think I was done with you?"

She's unable to answer coherently, just repeating my name over and over; the sweetest mantra. Her whispers send shivers down my spine, and I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it. We sit back on the bench, this time with her straddling my lap. I decide to switch up my stroke and stay deep inside, grind into her. She collapses against my chest with her face in the crook of my neck, giving tired whimpers and moans.

"You feel so good inside of me," she says softly, her breath tickles my neck.

Unconsciously, I dig my nails into her spine as I hold her tighter, anchoring her down, as if preventing her from floating away with the steam.

"Do I? You love the way I fuck you?"

"Yes, sir, I love it so much."

"Do you like the way I'm making love to you?"

"Uh-huh... feels so good."

"Ummm, good girl. You're so tight and wet for me. So warm. Squeeze that dick, baby, tighter."

"Yes, Daddy," she whispers.

"I love you," we say in unison.

Only able to withstand a few more pumps inside her tight walls, I let myself go and spread my love deeper into her. We are a sweaty mess from both our lovemaking and the heat of the water. Lazily, we lean into each other to rest and catch our breaths. I grab her favorite body wash and shower gloves from one of the shelves. I'm still inside her when I lather the gloves and clean her body. She's sitting on my thighs, and I pull her into a hug to rub the bubbles across her back while we converse about this and that.

Attending to her is another level of intimacy that I crave, making me wonder if I'm enjoying this more than her. I don't leave an inch of her skin untouched, rubbing and massaging while staring into her eyes. The direct eye contact causes her to blush, the corner of her lips turning up into a smirk. I lift her arm to wash and take the opportunity to tickle her there, knowing it's one of her spots. She laughs, falling into me, and we hear giggles from the bedroom.

Looking over, we see Taehyung sitting in the chair, completely naked with his shirt in hand, cleaning himself from his release. The smile on his face is one of genuine happiness and entertainment.

"You two are too cute. And so fucking hot! Damn, that was sexy," Taehyung praises while now leaning against the door frame.

"Come on, bro...you next? I think I have enough energy for another wash," I yell to him. He steps in just as I'm lifting Tia from my lap to clean between her legs. She stands before me, resting one foot between my legs on the bench for better access as I watch Taehyung's arms snake around her waist. He plants a trail of kisses along her shoulder, and she lazily throws her arm back to embrace him, kissing his cheek.

He washes her hair while I finish washing her body, then myself before I assist Taehyung with scrubbing his back. I'm handing him the shower gloves to finish just as I hear a voice from the door.

"Hey! I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Namjoon!" Tia throws the shower door open and jumps into his arms. Luckily, he was prepared to retrieve her with a towel across his chest. He wraps her in the plush fabric, rubbing it across her back, and kisses her lips.

"Well, don't you all smell pretty! What is that? Vanilla?" Namjoon takes a second to fist-bump me as I'm coming out of the shower after Tia.

"Yeah, but I don't think it's the body wash, it's Tia," Taehyung chimes in while still under the steady stream of the shower, smelling the gel on the gloves.

"I missed you," Tia confesses, looking up at Namjoon.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you've been on my mind all damn day? You were making me miss you so bad."

Tia smiles and scrunches her nose, much like Jungkook. Are we starting to pick up each other's habits? I'm nearly dry when I use my towel to dry Tia's hair.

"Her hair is still pretty wet. Could you grab a T-shirt from the closet to wrap it up in? She has some that she uses just for her hair in the bottom drawer."

Namjoon disappears, and Tia goes to sit to do her skin care. From behind, I continue to towel dry her curls the best I can.

"Do you want me to put some leave-in on it or just put it in a ponytail?"

"It's definitely going to need leave in since it's freshly washed. If not, it'll be a headache to detangle in the morning." She says while rubbing cream on her cheeks. Namjoon comes back with a shirt in hand just as Taehyung is stepping out of the shower. I reach into her hair drawer to pull out some products I've seen her use and place them on the counter.

"Here you go. I'll go get some clothes."

It sounds like Namjoon jumps right in, not missing a beat, only having to ask a few questions while distributing the product through Tia's hair. I can hear Taehyung telling him the proper way to brush her hair.

"Here, do it like this," he says. "Start at the ends and work your way up. Yeah, like that," he encourages.

They chatter away when I come back in to pass out the pajamas I collected from the room Taehyung and I share to store our stuff and from Tia's drawers. She finishes her routine and secures the t-shirt Namjoon handed her by placing it along her hairline and twisting her ponytail into it in a bun-like shape. She, then, gets dressed in the crop top and biker short set I found. She looks so fucking cute, all-natural and comfy. Taehyung and I are wearing basketball shorts, opting to go shirtless.

Finally, we file out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, Tia clinging to Namjoon like a second skin. She looks so cute hanging on like a koala on a tree, their size difference making the comparison even more accurate. He cradles her in his arms, kissing and caressing her while guiding them to the bed. He's able to sit comfortably with his back against the headboard, and I climb up to join them while Taehyung grabs the remote to browse the streaming platforms for something to watch. I believe it will just be us guys watching as Tia's lids are already closing shut.

Tia's POV

The rumble of Namjoon's deep voice is soothing as I listen with my ear against his chest. He is talking to the guys about some anime they've all been watching, which is outside of my expertise. I let them converse in peace as I lay against his body; the only thing that would make this better is if Jungkook was here. As I'm drifting off to sleep, I find myself in a place between reality and dreamland.

I'm just here, suspended in the air by nothing with no thoughts, just open. That is the best way I can describe the feeling: open and receptive. I'm not afraid, but this is definitely a new experience. It's as if I've only closed my eyes for a moment but open them to see that I am now lying down, still in Namjoon's arms, tucked between him and Jimin with the lightweight, fluffy, duvet covering our bodies.

I'm lying here still, trying to remember and contemplate my dreams and thoughts, if I had any. There's a rush or download of information I don't recall knowing before suddenly in my mind. With a sense of urgency, I feel the need to check on Jungkook. Something's not right. Gently, yet quickly, I get out of bed without disturbing the guys. When I find my phone amongst the others on the bedside table, I head for the door, just to swing it open and see Jungkook. Alive and well, but his expression looks troubled.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

I grab his face, searching for an answer in his eyes.

Free. Danger. He's coming. Jungkook target.

The voice in my head is not my own, but it gives a feminine energy... one that I feel drawn to and trust. This must have been what mommy experienced when 'reading' us.

"Hey, babe, I'm fine, I'm fine. I promise, I'm okay."

What does this all mean? I can hear it clear as day, and I recognize this feeling. This was the same feeling I felt when meditating the other day. He puts his bag on the floor next to our feet and takes me into his arms.

"Jungkook. It's Anthony, isn't it?"

He pulls away far enough to look into my eyes.

"Wait. What? How did you know?"

"I have no idea. I just woke up with information in mind that I didn't know before. I'm feeling that he's been released and that he's pissed with you. He's going to come back for revenge. We have to be ready," I say as my breathing becomes labored. I need to calm down, as this is not the time to crumble.

Calm, please. Loves. Stay close.

"Tia, calm down. It's going to be okay. But, yes, you're right, they did let Anthony out on a $20,000 bond. But it's okay, it's okay. I'm on vacation this week, so we'll all be here with you. Everything is going to be okay."

I'm no longer scared of Anthony, and I know he can't hurt me, but my heart is pounding nonetheless. I think it's the uncertainty of what he may do and what he's capable of. We both take in a deep sigh, both coming to terms with the fact that this lunatic is back on the streets, and there's nothing we can do but be on alert. No need to worry at the moment, so we blow our concerns out in the same breath.

"Where is everyone?"

"Still sleeping," I answer.

Jungkook cracks the door to peek in on the others and smiles at the scene. Jimin has taken my place in Namjoon's arms with Taehyung nuzzled into his back. He's fitting in just fine, and the guys love him being here.

"I was thinking, it may be time to get a bigger bed," I confess to Jungkook.

"Yeah, that may be the best move," he responds with a chuckle.

I'll start looking later today, maybe after we meet with everyone together. I hope having them here with me and my new mission to look for a new bed will keep me distracted enough to not hyperfocus on Tony.

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Chapter 35: Yearning...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3848

Grey and I make our way back upstairs just as Jimin is leaving out the front door, seemingly in a hurry.

“Goodbye, Beautiful! I’ll see you in a bit?”

“Bye, Jimini,” I say, wishing he didn’t have to leave, my hand lazily slipping from Grey’s to fall at my side.

He comes running back over to me, taking me into his arms before sprinkling my face with tiny pecks causing me to smile involuntarily. Then grabbing my cheeks and making me look at him, he kisses my forehead and reassures me that he won’t be gone long, sealing this sweet goodbye with a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“Jimini, huh? That’s cute,” he whispers in my ear, the smile beaming across his face lights up the entire room and with that, he’s out the door.

“Babe, I’m so sorry for intruding. We really should have called before we came, but Grey was adamant about seeing you and really has been worried about you. Thankfully, the guys seem to be taking amazing care of you but they have a couple of concerns, too,” John mentions as he places his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder with a comforting squeeze.

“Really? But, I’ve been feeling a lot better. My headache is gone, and I’m feeling so much stronger. No issues with my memory that I’m aware of,” I respond, looking between Taehyung and John for reassurance on the memory part.

“She has been doing a lot better. We are just concerned with whether there will be lasting effects from the medicine, her lack of appetite, and the strange bruises that seem to keep showing up on her body.”

Taehyung steps closer to me and touches the hem of my top, eyes searching for permission. Nodding, I agree, and he lifts my shirt while turning me to face him, showing a mark adorned with greens and blues on my back, just along my side, that I have been unaware is even there.

“This is the newest one that Jimin discovered this morning when she was getting out of the shower,” he voices to John, “but the one on her ankle is nearing a week old, I think. Also, here,” he exposes the skin on my left shoulder.”

“You haven’t been bumping into anything or falling? I have to ask with how clumsy you are,” John smiles as he crooks his tall frame down to see my back more clearly and rubs his fingers across the mark. I shake my head, wincing a bit at the slight soreness, trying to replay the past few days in my head. “Yeah, the one on the inside of your right ankle is healing nicely,” he glances down, “but the one on the back of your ankle, just above your Achilles, looks fresh.”

“Another one?” Taehyung bends down to take a closer look. “Yes, that’s a new one, too.”

John continues to look at the bruise on my back, “I’m not really concerned as your bloodwork did not indicate any abnormalities, but the location of this one is strange. It’s common to bump your arms and legs without noticing, but for one to show up on your torso for no particular reason is odd. With your eating habits being off since you first got sick, it could be an indication that you have a deficiency in vitamins C and/or K, which could cause you to bruise more easily. Try to increase your intake of leafy greens for vitamin K and citrus fruits, strawberries, and bell peppers for vitamin C. Let’s give it a couple of weeks or so and see if that helps.”

“Okay, I will. It’s great to have a doctor that makes house calls,” I answer as John and Taehyung pull my shirt back down, both chuckling lightly.

“I know right,” Grey agrees, being blessed to have even better accommodations, a live-in physician. “I get so excited for my physical exams, and you sound so sexy when you speak doctor,” Grey says to John, lifting himself on his tiptoes to kiss John's cheek, which causes his face to redden. We get a good laugh out of their antics before Grey continues. “But, seriously, T, let us know if there’s anything you need or if something else happens. You know we’re always here for you…just a phone call away.”

“I know, and I will, Grey, thank you. But I’m fine, really.”

“And I am so glad. By the way, your clients have been asking about you and our fellow clinicians are wanting to do something for you. I know that you don’t like to be the center of attention, so I told them that flowers, a plant, or a gift card would be enough. Have you decided how long you’re going to be out?”

“Awww, you know me so well. They don’t have to get me anything, but I would appreciate whatever they decide on. I really miss my clients as well, but I know I’m not in the right headspace to be an effective counselor right now. Plus, I know they are in good hands. I feel like I would be doing them a disservice if I returned too early.” “I completely agree with you and think that you should take your time with trying to come back. I’ll tell them that you’ll reach out when you're back in the office. Have you made an appointment with your own therapist? I hope you’re not trying to handle all of this on your own. It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, I know…you’re right. I’ll give her a call later today.”

We say our goodbyes to Grey and John and as soon as the door latches, I’m pulled into Taehyung's arms. Nothing is said for moments as we just hold on to each other, slightly swaying left to right, his hands rubbing soothing circles across my back. I’m not sure if it’s because of what Grey mentioned about me using them to feel safe, but I find myself fighting back tears, the feelings of love, safety, and security are still new, unfamiliar, and overwhelming.

As if on cue, Taehyung pulls me in tighter, holding me together so that I don’t crumble on the spot. I’m happy here with my guys, and they have been a great distraction from the real world, but there are definitely things within myself that I need to be focusing on. I startle slightly when Taehyung finally speaks.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about how happy I am that you guys have come into my life.”

“But…”

“But, I’m not sure if I’m using you all as a distraction to not have to deal with the hard stuff, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that, but I don’t think we’ve been a distraction, per se. You have been resting and trying to get better. It’s okay to put things on pause every now and then. And, you’re going to make your appointment today, right?” I nod into his chest. “You’ve gone through so much recently, I can imagine it all is pretty scary. Isn’t it okay to focus on the good things sometimes?”

“Yes, it is, I just can’t let the good things be an excuse to not do the work I need to do. I just hate that Grey had to tell me to take care of my mental health. I should have already been on top of that. I am a therapist, for goodness sake.”

“Yes, you are a therapist, but you’re also human. And that’s okay. It doesn’t matter how you came to the conclusion, just that you’re here.”

It amazes me how he’s able to pick up on my anxious thoughts, my overthinking, and immediately calm me. I love this feeling, but it scares me. I can’t help but think, am I becoming dependent on the guys or am I being vulnerable and allowing them in, accepting their love and help? This is something I will need to investigate further and speak with my therapist about, for sure.

While loosening his hold on me, Taehyung lets me know that he will need to go into the office today but that he should be back by the time Jimin is on his way. I’m thinking that I could go out for a bit as I haven’t seen the sun in a while, my pasty complexion is proof of that. After I see Taehyung off, I head upstairs to freshen up a bit before I go, making sure to move quietly as Jungkook is still fast asleep.

A thought crosses my mind as I’m walking into the garage that I should just stay home, but I’m tired of being cooped up, basically a prisoner in my own home. I refuse to let fear or sickness keep me captive. I choose to disregard my thoughts and climb into my SUV, tossing my crossbody bag onto the passenger seat before cranking up to leave, with no particular destination in mind. The door rolls up and I begin backing out, but my entire body feels like it’s screaming for me to turn back, not giving me a chance to even make it out of the driveway.

I have got to persevere and fight against this anxiety, I have to...I can’t let it win, right? I can hear my blood rushing and pumping in my ears, my heart is racing and pounding hard against my chest. It’s taking my breath away as I begin heaving, trying to fill my lungs with oxygen. My hands are visibly shaking, and in an attempt to calm them, I clench the steering wheel into my fists, my bones audibly crack, and my acrylic nails stab into my palms.

I can’t think straight. I feel like I’m going to pass out. I can’t breathe…my heart is beating way too fast. I don’t want to die like this. I’m in complete panic as my wheels transition from my driveway to the road. I can’t deny that I’m no longer in a state to be driving, but I can’t stop. I can’t think.

“AAAAAAH!”

A car honking scares me into myself as I instinctively remove my hands from the steering wheel to cover my head, preparing myself for the collision. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my own screaming which goes silent on impact. I know that I’ve crashed into something, someone…but I’m not sure. My body is now telling me to shut down, but I’m fighting against it. I have to make sure I haven’t hurt anyone. Before I can open the car door to get out, there’s a knock at the window which causes me to shriek again.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” the person says, muffled through the glass. “Are you okay?”

The person opens the door and leans in, pushing my weak body back against the seat gently.

“Ma’am! Are you okay? I’m so sorry! Are you hurt anywhere? Hold on…I’ll call an ambulance.”

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” I whisper. Still panting, I look up to the stranger to see the intense worry in his beautiful brown eyes, and he’s searching my body for any sign of injury. “I-I just need to get home.”

“Are you sure? You may need to go to the hospital to get checked out. I’ll take full responsibility and pay any medical bills.”

“No, no…I’m fine. J-just want to go home. I just want to go home.”

“Okay…okay…of course, I can take you back home,” he says pointing in the direction of my house behind the trunk of my vehicle, “just let me report the accident, then we’ll get you back.”

“No, no. It’s okay, my fri…boyfriend is at home. He’s a cop.”

“Oh, ok, well…one second.”

He scurries off to his truck to get his phone and begins to take pictures of the incident. As he’s moving around our cars, I’m able to take him all in. The guy is massive and has to be at least 6 feet 2 inches tall, definitely a tree that my short, 5 foot 1 inch ass would be more than happy to climb. His hair looks so fucking sexy, a bit full on top but undercut on the sides and tapered in the back. My God, there is something about the nape of a man’s neck after a fresh cut that makes me want to lick it. I can tell that he used products to style the front away from his handsome face, allowing me to see the way his eyebrow raises as he reviews the pictures he’s taken.

Once he’s satisfied, he cranks up and maneuvers his vehicle out of the road and onto the shoulder. The man runs back to my side, his pecs bouncing under his dry-fit shirt. He unbuckles my seat belt and allows me to lean in, melting into him. Aside from the current circumstances, this feels so good…so right. I must have bumped my head in the wreck because how am I, amid an anxiety attack and car accident but, still being a hoe?! I’m still struggling to breathe, but I’m not sure if I’m anxious or just turned the fuck on.

The man assists me to sit in the back seat before he jumps in behind the wheel to reverse my car back down the long driveway, his tanned, muscular arm bridging the gap between the headrests. I can’t avert my eyes, mesmerized as I'm watching the way his muscles flex from the slightest movements. His eyes are wide, and his mouth is slightly ajar as he focuses on driving backward with precision.

When the car comes to a halt, he gets out quickly and is at my door again to retrieve me. This time, he turns my legs to hang out of the door first, standing between them and hooking my arms around his neck. He smells so fucking good, and the way he’s looking down at me makes me want to pounce on him. When he lifts me to straddle his torso, my mind wanders to the gutter, imagining this man fucking me in this exact position. I find myself pulling him closer, my hand sneaking up his neck to rest at his nape. A quiet moan escapes me when he nudges me upward to get a better grip on my thighs, the warmth of his body brushing against my core through the thin fabric of my shorts.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

Fuck no. I want more.

“Uh, no. No…no, I’m fine, just a little lightheaded,” I play it off, technically not lying as I am still dizzy from just hyperventilating.

He walks us up to the door and rings the bell as I’m hanging comfortably around his neck, my head resting into the crook of his neck. I’m not upset regarding my current position, however, I feel so bad, knowing that Jungkook’s sleep is being disturbed because of me. I can hear his footsteps bumping down the stairs right before the door swings open. I’m unable to see his face but can hear the alarm in his voice immediately.

“Noona?! What the fuck? What’s going on?”

Jungkook peels me from the stranger’s body to be placed against his own as he carries me inside, continuing to blurt out question after question, examining me as he goes on.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Jungkook is still questioning when we go into the living area. He sits me down on the couch, and the man follows behind us after closing the front door. I hold my head in my hands now seated on the sofa, the stranger taking a seat on the opposite couch, leaving space for Jungkook to sit next to me.

“So sorry…it’s all my fault. I was driving through the neighborhood passing out business cards… your house was my next stop, actually. When I was reaching to grab one from the passenger seat, I wasn’t paying attention to the road. I didn’t realize I ran the stop sign until another car started honking their horn,” the stranger motions towards the street. “I didn’t see her pulling out and ran into the front of her car. It was all my fault, honestly, and I have pictures…”

The man is maundering on while pulling his phone from his back pocket.

“Okay, okay… wait. Noona, are you sure you’re okay? Do I need to call John or take you to the hospital?” Panic is still evident in his voice.

“Jungkook, I’m fine,” I snap at him, knowing I’m not upset with him but rather frustrated with myself.

There is a long pause before the stranger breaks the silence, “I can go if you guys need privacy. I’ll just leave my information in case you want to file a claim. There didn’t seem to be much damage, but there were scratches on the bumper,” the outsider says uncomfortably.

“No…no. I’m sorry for being bitchy, I’m just so irritated with myself right now.”

“Noona, don’t worry about that, I’m good. Do you want to tell me why you’re irritated with yourself or about what’s going on?”

When I look into his eyes, there are no signs of anger or impatience with me, just worry.

I take a deep sigh, leaning back into the couch cushion, “I just wanted to get out for a bit. I’ve been stuck at home for weeks now, unless I was at the hospital.”

“That’s understandable.” Jungkook replies. “Where were you going?”

“Nowhere in particular…just out to combat the cabin fever I am experiencing. UGH! Something was telling me not to go, just to stay home, but I didn’t listen, obviously. I’m sorry for disturbing your sleep…I feel like such an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot, Noona…”

“He’s right…you’ve done nothing wrong. I’m the one that hit you, remember?” The stranger offers, leaning his elbows onto his knees. “I wasn’t paying attention like I should have been, and I’m so sorry.”

“Hey…things happen. Both of you should stop beating yourselves up. They are called accidents for a reason. Neither of you could have predicted this would happen today,” Jungkook encourages. “And please forgive me, I was so alarmed, I didn’t even ask your name.”

“All good, man, I completely understand. Everything was happening so fast,” he stands to offer his hand to Jungkook. “My name is Namjoon. Kim Namjoon…it’s nice to meet you both.”

“Nice to meet you, Namjoon. I’m Jungkook.”

“Hey,” he says once he comes to stand in front of me, “so sorry again.” He reaches out to me, so I lean up to take his hand. When we touch, that familiar feeling rushes through me, making my heart race and my body run hot. Unconsciously, my thighs squeeze together and I bite at my bottom lip. My pussy melts from his touch, the pressure I’m applying to my lip, trying to keep my composure, damn near breaking the skin.

Namjoon’s POV

Tia.

When her name tumbles from her brown-lined, glossy lips, it makes me feel like I’ve just taken a hit of the strongest drug. My mouth is dry, and my heart is racing. My blood has, obviously, been replaced with molten lava as my entire body feels hot, the boiling liquid gushing through my veins, but why? This is the first time I’ve met this woman, but I’m in love! I guess ‘love at first sight’ does exist. I felt it as soon as I opened her door to see her in distress. An intense need to protect her came over me. Keeping her close to me is all I wanted and needed. I hope neither she or Jungkook took offense to the way I carried her earlier. I’m certain they would if they could hear my inner thoughts, they would hate me. I feel guilty thinking of her the way I am which is probably why I’m so fidgety and graceless.

Fuck, she has a boyfriend and I should start acting like it! I must be mad to be holding her hand this long, allowing my thumb to caress her silky, caramel skin; looking at her as if I need her in order to breathe. I can see the rest of my life in those beautiful, brown irises. Her man is sitting right here, for fuck’s sake, but strangely enough, I don’t feel any negative or jealous vibes coming from him. And if I’m not tripping, I swear I just saw him smirk at me.

I’m simply holding her hand, but my body is reacting as if I’m swimming deep inside of her sea. Quickly, I release her to cover my crotch with my hand while my cell phone occupies my other. My dick begins to rise for the second time today, the first time being when I had her in my arms, flush with my body. Unable to hold in my nervous laughter, I take my seat back on the opposite sofa, praying to myself that neither of them noticed anything, either time. Maybe I should try to deflect.

“I’m so sorry for lingering, I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful,” I look at Jungkook, “your girlfriend is very beautiful. Tia, forgive me if that was awkward or if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

Admittedly, I’m caught off guard when Jungkook begins laughing, as that can mean a couple of things. Either he’s amused by my actions, or he’s amused at how he’s about to beat my ass. He is slightly shorter than me, but the motherfucker looks strong as fuck…I honestly don’t want the smoke.

“Bro…don’t apologize to me. If my girlfriend is enjoying it, that’s all that matters.”

I follow his eyes when he looks over to Tia, who is blushing and smiling, the image taking my breath away. I begin to ramble before I even realize it.

“Oh my God…you are so beautiful. I’ve been to galleries all over the world but have never seen any artwork as alluring as you, Tia. Ah, my bad, I-,” stopping mid-sentence, I try not to put my foot any further in my mouth. Nervously, I’m patting my foot, it tap tap taps against the hardwood floor, which is probably making me look worse. Fuck, my phone nearly slips from my hand, but I’m able to catch it.

“Thank you,” Tia says, still smiling, “so are you. Beautiful, I mean.”

Her statement catches me off guard as I’m literally fumbling my entire life. Jungkook just smiles, scrunching his nose at our clumsy exchange, which brings me comfort for some reason. I take a deep breath, hoping to calm myself and maybe start fresh…let them know I’m not always like this and can be pretty chill. Just as I’m replying to Tia, the door pad beeps as numbers are being entered. Tia and Jungkook look at each other, excitement in their eyes, and they hop up in unison. It’s as if two young children are excited that their daddy is home.

“Hey! Did you miss us?”

Two men enter the house, the taller one speaks, and they both immediately gush over Tia, showering her with hugs and kisses. They then extend warm hugs to Jungkook. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m unbothered by it, not negatively, anyway. Watching this exchange makes my heart flutter before a tinge of jealousy creeps in. I find myself fighting back hot tears, the lump in my throat almost unbearable. I’m not upset that these men are all over the love of my life or the fact that she is loving it. I feel a pull, a yearning to be a part of it all.

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Chapter 34: Fuck It...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Adult Language/Adult Content

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 3928

Jimin’s POV

When I’m inside the precinct, I’m approached by an officer asking if I needed some help.

“Hey, Jimin, right? What are you doing here this late?”

“Yeah…ummm, I’m looking for Officer Jeon.”

The attractive officer wears her hair in a sleek ponytail that hangs about midway down her back. Her uniform fits her body well, hugging her curves as if it were painted on. Now, being the man that I am, I would have loved to see what we could get into off duty, yet here I am. Barely able to focus on her, all of my attention is zeroed in on finding Officer Jeon, thinking that he is the only way that I can check on Tia without coming off as a total creep. Yeah, sure, I know where she lives but I can’t exactly just pop up.

Ms. Officer lets me know that Officer Jeon won’t be on duty for another hour, which would usually aggravate me as I’m impatient by nature, but today I suddenly feel like I have all the time in the world. And so I wait. I decline coffee or water from her and I take a seat on an empty chair near Jeon’s desk where I begin to scroll aimlessly through my phone.

After what seems like only a few minutes, Officer Jeon comes strutting over. My eyes involuntarily scan his body, admiring how his uniform spreads across his broad, muscular chest. I take notice of the way the veins in his arm protrude while a bag of food dangles from his fingertips. Fuck…what’s a manly way to say he is fine as fuck. I bet he gets tons of women? I try to shake those misogynistic thoughts away, continuing to observe his every move as if in a trance. He has the most adorable smile, flashing it around as he greets his colleagues. Judging by the way he walks, I can tell he has a big d…

“Park? What’s up? What are you doing here?”

I’m snatched from my thoughts, hoping that I didn’t say any of that aloud. I’m a man, afterall…we don’t think like that about each other. Unless of course the man is gay, but I’m not gay. Right? I love women! Honestly, I do, but why am I so drawn and transfixed on this perfectly sculpted man? His beautifully warm and inviting eyes seem to peer into my soul. He’s raising an eyebrow at me while I continue to stare, taking in the details of his beauty. His perfectly strong jawline, the way he’s styled his hair, that cute little mole that taunts me from the shadow of his bottom lip…

“Park? Bro, you good?”

“Fuck…my bad, yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

He sits down at his desk, glancing at me from the corner of his eye before rummaging through the bag, pulling out a sandwich and a plastic bowl of assorted fruits. Unwrapping the sandwich carefully, he gestures towards me in offering. I decline his offer with a shake of my head and he continues to look at me, obviously giving me an opportunity to speak regarding my unexpected visit. I feel frozen in place, immediately regretting coming here, my face warms under his seemingly knowing expression.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Officer Jeon just smirks, blowing a breath out of his nostrils in amusement. 

“Bro, I’m just waiting for you to tell me what’s up. Is there something you need from me?”

“Ummm…yeah, I just wanted to see how things are going. Just wanted to check in, you know?”

He just nods his head, a lump of food in his cheek, chewing and swallowing it down before speaking again.

“Are you wanting to check on Tia?”

I damn near fall backwards out of the chair, the question striking my core like a ton of bricks. Completely embarrassed, I compose myself while wishing the earth would just open up and swallow me whole.

“Are you alright?”

Jeon’s expression is not one that I expected. I thought that he would be struggling to contain his laughter, but that’s not it. He has placed his sandwich down and is turned to face me directly. How the fuck did he know?

“How did you know that’s what I was going to ask?”

“Let’s just say, I was in your position not too long ago, and I saw the way you were looking at her earlier. Your gaze was as if her features were the only thing you needed for sustenance.” After a pause, he continues, “So, would you say you feel this insane attraction to her? This yearning that you know will not subside until she’s near you? You want nothing more than to love and cherish her, making sure that she’s safe and happy at all times?”

“Yeah! Yeah, exactly like that! Damn, my bad if I’ve overstepped again. Are you two dating or….”

“Honestly, I don’t know what this is,” he says leaning back comfortably in his chair, “I just know that I don’t want it to end. I’m at the point where I’m like ‘fuck it’. Why does everything need to be classified and have a label slapped on it, you know? We are just us, enjoying each other,” he shrugs. “Not everything needs an explanation. If we’re happy and not hurting others, then it is what it is.”

“Yeah, you’re right. People stay trying to put people in a specific box. Why can’t I just be me?”

“Exactly!”

We sit through a comfortable silence until Jeon shifts back to his dinner.

“You sure you don’t want any?” 

Now tasting the fruit, he furrows his brows and if anyone were to walk by right now, they’d probably assume we’re arguing by the way he’s looking. I decline again. Shaking my palm to him and I can’t help but to smile, admiring his expression. He is adorable.

“Thanks for the offer, though,” to which he just nods, continuing to eat, sliding a strawberry off his fork between his teeth.

“So,” he smacks around the fruit until he can swallow it, “I don’t really know how to explain this, but I can only tell you what I’m seeing and experiencing. You and I aren’t the only ones in this predicament in regard to Tia. She’s home right now with Taehyung. He’s the owner of the window installation and repair company that fixed her front window and he is also experiencing the pull towards her. I can see that he has genuine feelings for her, as I can see it in you. I noticed it immediately.”

Damn, was I that obvious? Need I repeat that I have no issues with the ladies? This is so not like me, but I couldn’t care less. There’s an ache in my soul that I know will not be soothed until I see her again. I don’t say anything and lean my elbows onto my knees.

“Dude, what am I supposed to do? I’ve never felt like this before about anyone or fallen this quickly. It’s like I’ve known her my whole life and I’ve only met her once and we barely spoke to each other. I just need to see her, to be near her.”

“I’m telling you, I get it, cause same! My only advice would be to let your heart lead the way, even if it seems ridiculous. Don’t think too much and just do what feels right.”

“I can’t do that! It’s too late to just pop up at her house unannounced. I have SOME morals, Jeon.”

He shakes his head and says, “Didn’t I just tell you not to think too much? What do you want to do right this second?”

“I want to see her…to have her in my arms.”

“Then do that. I’ll call Taehyung and let him know you’re on your way.”

Taehyung’s POV

I’ve never been this happy, just sitting here doing payroll and listening to Tia’s heavy breathing, still sleeping peacefully. My phone rings from the nightstand and I nearly drop my laptop trying to get to it. Who the fuck could be calling at 9:00 at night?! Thankfully, it doesn’t wake her but she does stir a bit, rolling over to her other side causing the blanket to ride down a bit. I answer the call, after looking at my screen seeing that it’s Jungkook but I don’t speak right away, taking a moment to pull the covers that were disturbed back up to Tia’s shoulder. I then step out into the hallway before speaking.

“Did you miss us? You’ve only been gone for barely two hours.”

“Yes, I do miss you guys, so much. I hate that I’ll be on third watch all this week.”

“I know. We miss you, too. Well, I do…Tia is still sleeping. Hopefully she’ll sleep through the night.”

“Yeah, hopefully so. I was actually calling to check in and to let you in on a little surprise!”

“Surprise?! Tell me more!”

Tia’s POV

I wake up cuddled in close, my head on his arm and my face in the crook of his neck. He smells different, but I’m not complaining, as he still smells like home. Hopefully I don’t wake him up, but I have to use the restroom NOW. When I try to detach myself from him, he pulls me in closer and tighter, stroking my back with his fingertips. His touch feels so calming and is almost lulling me back to sleep, however, my bladder is immensely opposed to that. As an attempt to get out of bed without disturbing him, I try to roll away slowly but find myself bumping into another body. Oh, Jungkook must have come back after getting off work.

When I’ve done a full 180, instead of finding Jungkook, I see Taehyung's handsome face sleeping peacefully. I give in to the temptation, rubbing the hair from his face before I kiss his lips, to which he smiles in his sleep. Completely transfixed on his handsome face and in awe over his cute little sleeping smile, I reach my hand around his waist to cuddle him, only to find an arm already there. My head pops up like one of those prairie dogs you’d find on the discovery channel. It’s Jungkook adhered to his back, sleeping equally as peacefully, his hair tousled equally as messily. 

If 2+2=4, then, who the fuck did I wake up cuddled up to? I turn to my stomach, propped up on my elbows to take a peek at the fourth person tucked cozily in my bed. When I look over to him, he’s already looking at me! Oh my fucking goodness! I must say that I’m pleasantly surprised to see him again. Even though he’s just waking up, he looks breathtaking.

“Good morning, Beautiful.”

I can’t hide my smile, even when I tuck my lips into my mouth before covering my face in the pillow which causes him to giggle the cutest laugh. I turn my head so that he still can’t see my face but can hear a muffled, “Good morning!”

Even though we try not to laugh too loud so as to not wake the others. I’m about to piss myself trying to hold in this laughter, only for my belly laugh to rock the bed enough that the guys begin to rustle. Jimin and I look at each other with wide eyes and our mouths, in unison, form a perfect circle. His eyes disappear as he begins to snicker again but motions for me to be quiet. Slowly, he moves from under the covers, and rolls out of bed, reaching out a hand for me to follow, and I do. 

Tiptoeing, I then lead the way to the bathroom where I can finally relieve myself of this tortuous pressure. When I come out to go wash my hands, Jimin slips past me to alleviate his own nagging bladder. Moments later, he’s meeting me at the sink as I’m now drying my hands and when he’s finished and done the same, he takes me into his arms. Not realizing it until now, this is where I’ve wanted to be since I saw his face yesterday. Like an invisible string, I felt instantly connected to him, wanting to have him near. When I place my cheek between his pecs, it’s as if another piece of my heart falls into place.

Jimin and I are in the kitchen making coffee and a small breakfast by the time the other two decide to join us.

“Good morning,” Jimin and I say at the same time, on the same key, in the same sing-song manner. We look at each other in shock which fades to amusement instantly. Jungkook and Taehyung are just as amused as we are, laughing before returning and mimicking our greeting.

I hold up a mug of coffee as an offering to the guys, to which Taehyung makes a repulsed face, rejecting my offer but Jungkook comes over to blow lightly into my cup before taking a sip.

“Mmm, that’s so good! What did you put in it?”

I grab a mug from the cabinet, bringing it over to the coffee station to fix a cup for Jungkook as he watches intently, mentally memorizing the exact ingredients and measurements. I continue my movements, but we both glance over our shoulders briefly when we hear Taehyung introducing himself to Jimin.

“Hey, I didn’t get to introduce myself properly last night, but I’m Taehyung,” he says, shaking Jimin’s free hand and pulling him into a brief chest bump.

“Nice to meet you. Sorry if I disturbed you guys last night…I know it was a little late, I just had to see Tia.”

“No, no worries at all…I completely understand. Our special lady has that effect on us too.”

Jimin smiles a smile that I can only interpret as acceptance as he continues to scramble our eggs. I imagine he’s nervous coming into this, as it is not conventional according to societal norms, with two men already here with one woman…but I’m glad he’s here.

Once we’ve had our fill of eggs, toast, bacon, and coffee (or orange juice for Taehyung), I go up to take a quick shower, trading places with Jimin when I step out to get dressed and Jungkook goes back to bed as he just got home a few hours ago. Home? I mean, I wouldn’t mind him living here. It’s not like I don’t have a shit ton of space, but would he want to live here? What the fuck? I’ve literally known him for less than a week, what am I on about?!

“Are you ok,” Taehyung asks when I'm back in the kitchen to keep him company as he’s washing the dishes, taking a seat at the island. “What are you overthinking about, Jagi?”

“Stop trying to act like you know me,” I tease with a chuckle that he returns.

“I know you well enough to know what that spaced out look means.” He’s right…he knows.

“Nothing, really, I was just thinking about our situation. This is strange, you know, but I love it. Just thinking that Jungkook hasn’t been home in several days, only going to get more clothes and coming right back. This place just feels right, feels like refuge for all of us…our peaceful escape from the chaos of the world. I know I probably sound insane or insanely clingy,” I shake my head completely embarrassed, knowing from past relationships that this will be the reason they all ghost me. I try to rectify the problem before it arises, ”Either way, I’ll be quiet now…I’m talking crazy, I know.”

Taehyung dries his hands on the nearby towel and comes to where I’m sitting on a bar stool. He pulls me up to stand before he’s sitting himself, just to pull me between his legs.

“I don’t think you’re talking crazy at all. I’ve been feeling the same way…hating to go home or to the office, anywhere you’re not at,” he pauses, rubbing my exposed thighs lightly. “I know all of this may seem strange or out of the norm, but it all just feels so right. From the first day I stepped foot in this house and saw your face, this felt like home to me. I’ve imagined coming home, walking in, and being greeted by your and Jungkook’s smiling faces. And now Jimin…It all feels like a dream that I’m afraid to wake up from. I would be completely broken if I wake up and you’re not in my life.”

I pull him into me and he rests his head on my shoulder, allowing me to run my fingers through his hair. He pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes, hands rubbing up my thighs to the round of my ass.

“Honestly, I’m scared…I’m in my head but my thoughts don’t match how I’m feeling. My mom taught me to always follow my gut, my intuition will never steer me wrong.”

“So, what is your gut telling you about all of this?”

“To love you. Just to love you all.”

“Then, there you have it. There’s your answer.”

“I know…I know, but this is all new to me. I’ve never felt this connected to a man before, moreless three men! It’s just going to be an adjustment, as I’m sure it will be for all of us.”

We stay in this position for a while longer, just looking at and caressing each other. The doorbell rings, pulling us back to the present. Taehyung goes back to his task at the sink, and I go to answer the door. I swing it open to find Grey and John on the other side.

“Tia, my love…how are you feeling,” Grey falls onto me, pulling me into his arms. “Why haven't you called us? I’ve been worried sick! I haven’t eaten, I can’t sleep.”

John rolls his eyes pulling me away from Grey to get a hug himself and kisses my cheek before walking in.

We follow Grey who is now walking towards the kitchen. While I realize our situation is nontraditional, I still don’t think much about him walking in to see Taehyung at the sink.

“Oh!” Grey covers his heart, mouth ajar at the sight. “Is this the window guy?”

Taehyung simply laughs at his new title, drying his hands once again, before coming over to introduce himself to the guys again.

“Yes,” he laughs again, “I’m the window guy from the other day. My name is Taehyung. It’s nice to meet you both again.

“Babe, you met him at the hospital too, remember?” John tries to lighten the mood, reaching a hand out to shake Taehyung’s.

“I was completely broken that night. I don’t remember much, just that my baby sister was in distress,” he retorts.

“Yes, he was at the hospital with Officer Jeon,” John explains further.

Grey looks at me with a devilish smirk.

“Two men? What a hoe!”

“Grey!” John snarls, obviously more understanding and not wanting to make a joke of my love life.

I’m practically in tears, laughing at my friend’s unfiltered response knowing that he means no harm, while Taehyung stands looking uncomfortable in front of us.

“Bitch, you don’t know the half of it!” I reply once I’m able to catch my breath, taking Taehyung’s hand into my own.

With perfect timing, I hear Jimin coming down the stairs, calling out to me, “Beautiful! I have an assignment to go to right now, but I can come back a little after five if that’s okay.”

When he rounds the corner into the kitchen, he freezes when he sees we have company.

“Oh, bitch!” Grey is completely floored, grabbing my hand to pull me downstairs into the basement to speak privately. I can’t help but to cackle at his reaction, not resisting his pull.

“What the fuck is going on here? Spill,” he demands once we’re alone.

“See, what had happened was…”

“Nuh uh…I don’t want to hear that ‘what had happened was’ shit. Are you dating all three of these men?”

“Well…”

Without letting me respond, he continues, “Let me put my friend hat on.” He goes through the action of miming, putting his imaginary hat on. “You know I won’t judge and only want you to live your best life. Are you fucking them all? What is this a throuple?! A quad?”

“Grey,” I try to interject but he’s on a roll. After knowing him for over a decade, I relent, knowing that he’s got to get all of his thoughts out.

“Are you all using protection? Do they fuck each other? Did they all stay the night? What was that like? How does this work? Does this make you happy? Are they jealous of each other?”

These are all valid questions and I try to remember them all as his rambling has come to a stop.

“Well?” He’s asking this as if he hasn’t been spewing rapid fire questions for a full minute.

“Well… no, I haven’t had sex with Jimin. He’s the newest guy to this situation. I honestly can’t explain to you what this is but yes, it does make me happy. No, we haven’t been using protection, and I don’t think they have sex with each other. There is no jealousy that I’ve seen thus far. I know this may all look strange but, please, just support me while I navigate this with them. This is new to us too, so I won’t always have the answers you’re seeking.”

“Honestly, I’m just shocked. You’ve been single for years, and suddenly you have three motherfuckers in your bed. You know I will support you in any way you need, but as your friend…a real friend and a therapist, I have to ask,” he pretends to switch his hats, “Do you think this is a trauma response? You’ve been through a lot over the past few years, with losing your mom, your sister moving to another country, and that fucker that was stalking you. Are you sure that you aren’t playing along with this to fill some type of void or because they make you feel safe? Do you feel obligated or coerced to participate in this?”

“Thank you for looking out for me, but I don’t think so. Mom has been gone and Jazz moved years ago and I’ve been fine. I do feel safer with them here but that’s not the reason I want them here, if that makes sense. There is this pull…like a magnetic force attracting me to them and vice versa. Those men up there make me feel complete and so comfortable as if I’ve known them forever. The connection was instantaneous and so fucking strong, I can’t explain it.”

“Hey,” he takes my hands into his, “as long as you’re happy and they are not taking advantage of you, I’m here for it! And you don’t have to explain shit, to me or anybody else. You are a grown woman who should have autonomy to do what you want with your life and with your body, and if that means stuffing every orifice with a different dick, so be it!”

We burst into laughter, slapping each other’s arms and hands and we cry real tears, belly laughing. 

“You get on my nerves so fucking bad!” I’m only able to speak between our laughter and catching my breath. When we settle down, we hug before Grey pulls away, grabbing my cheeks.

“I love you, bitch, and I'm always here for you, no matter what. And if you ever need me to come whoop some ass, you let me know. You know I don’t play about you,” he seals his statement by showing me his balled up fist.

I uncurl his fist to show perfectly manicured nails, before jutting my lips to one side.

“And won’t bust a grape,” we say in unison which reactivates our laughing fit.

Grey adds, “But I will throw something or call the cops!”

“Awww…my hero,” I tease, wiping tears from my eyes.

A/N:

Thanks so much to @yoongiobsessed for beta reading this chapter! 💜

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