Visit Blog
Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.
read-weep-repeat · 6 minutes ago
Oh, Brother Chap. 14
Tumblr media
Summary: When your mom springs 7 stepbrothers and a new stepdad on you, you have be wary. But they can’t be that bad. Can they?
Warnings: obsessive behaviors, stepbrother au, infantilization, little space, pull up mention, vibrator use, dom/sub dynamics (m/f), orgasm denial, fingering (fem recieving)
“Get back here, little girl!” 
The answer you gave was a shriek as you dodged both stacks of cardboard boxes and Taehyungs hands. You rounded a corner, and hit a hard chest. You looked up and there was Hobi, staring down at you.
He wrapped his arms around you quickly, holding you steady as you wiggled in a poor attempt at escape. Taehyung caught up to you, panting as he pushed closer, and sandwiched you in between them.
“What did you think you were gonna accomplish by running from me, cutie?”
You giggled at the name and pushed back against Hobi, letting him lift you slightly off the ground and onto his chest.
Thought I-I- Thought I” you stopped, trying to pull your words together.
“Are your big girl words not working today?” Hobi asked, placing a kiss on the nape of your neck.
You shook your head, and gave a weak kick as Taehyung lifted your panties over your knees and onto your hips. He easily grabbed your ankle and sighed. “There’s no reason to kick at me. I’m just keeping you clean.” 
“I don’t wanna wear a pad!” 
“You need to baby,” His eyes lit up briefly, “unless you want to wear pull-ups.” 
Hobi placed you back onto the floor. “Nu-uh.” 
You could see his eyes drop to the floor, then flicker back you.
“Just.. not yet.”
He lit up with a giggle, and gave you a boxy smile before Hobi pulled you away.
You both made your way into the living room, watching as the rest of the boys tossed items into boxes. Toys and accessories flew across the room, the playpen being snapped shut as Joon lifted it. His shirt stretched across his chest, teasing you with the thought of the muscle underneath. 
“Don’t stare bug.” 
He smirked as you looked towards the floor, a blush creeping up your face. 
“Sorry, Bubba’s just pretty.” 
He smiled and dropped the playpen back onto the floor. He exchanged it for you, pulling you into his chest. 
“my little girl thinks I’m pretty?”
“mmmm,” You reached carefully for his chest, gliding your hands across it. “Titties.” 
He let out a bark of laughter, “Titties!” He shook, head thrown back as he held you in his arms. “I don’t have titties, little one. I have pecs.” 
You gave it a squeeze, and leaned your head into him. “Pretty titties.” 
He sighed with a smile, and turned you towards the rest of the room. “Go help your daddies pack, bug.” 
You watched the rest of your daddies flutter throughout the room, passing through as they lugged boxes from the stairs, before stopping to help pack your items. They wouldn’t let you help, tutting that you were too small to lift boxes. Instead you sat next to them, watching as they picked through your small pile of toys to chuck into bins. 
Jungkook picked up your beloved hello kitty plush, and tossed it in the bin. 
You let out an offended gasp. “Guggie!” 
They all turned to you, Jungkook looking hurt instead of bewildered like his brothers. 
He raised an eyebrow. “Baby?” 
You let out an indignant whine, “Don’t put kitty in the bin!” 
Jimin butted into the conversation, jealousy evident in his tone. “Wait. You got your name?” 
Jungkook smirked while he dug hello kitty out of the bin. “Yes. Yes I did.” 
He pulled you over to him and settled you into his lap with the plush in your hands. “Jealous?” 
Jimin scoffed. “Not at all.” 
Jungkook rolled his eyes, before they settled on you mouthing at one of the kitty’s ears. He carefully pushed a finger into your mouth, detaching it from the ear and letting you teeth on his nail lazily. 
Yoongi looked at them annoyed, and called from his spot on the couch. “Boys. You need to calm down.” 
“I bet you are, you were mean to her and now she’s sitting in my lap, sucking on my fingers. Eat ass.” 
“Oh, Please. I ate something so much better than that.” 
Jungkook scrunched his face in repulsion. “What?” 
“Her cum.” 
Yoongi growled from his seat. “That is enough.”
They both went quiet, staring down at the floor and sending each other quick glares. The only sound in the room were your soft gurgles as Jungkook pushed his finger to your back teeth, letting you chew incessantly.   
You felt hands creep up your sides, and wiggled away. Hobi peered at you as you giggled, and lifted you into his arms. “Someone needs a teether!” You hummed, and reached for his hand, which he gladly let you take in between your lips. 
He turned to the awkwardly still room, and gave them a nod. “We’re just gonna go pack up my studio.” He cleared his throat “While you deal with this.” He waved his hand in the thick air before promptly turning and walking out the door.
He put you against his hip while he walked out, and bounced you. “Let’s go help hobi at the studio!!” You giggled and nodded, letting him buckle you into his passenger seat before he got in, and sped off.
The restaurant had the vibe of those who come to France to be fancy but do not know what fancy is. The result was the badly chosen decor with its plain colors and firm booths, and the stiff servers who seemed to hover over you instead of learning when they were needed.
Won-shik waved off his server for the 5th time, and watched as his wife peered around the room. She stopped, her eyes honed in, and he turned.
A woman was walking their way, dressed in a red slip dress that made her look delectable. She passed by and gave him a quick glance, nothing more, but he watched her walk away. He was unaware of the look on his wife’s face as she stared at him, watching him imagine what it would be like to accompany her to the Eiffel Tower instead of the woman who might just gouge his eyes out.
He turned back to her, and she gave him the smile she always does, taking his sausage fingers into her hand and giving them a squeeze. Was it supposed to be loving? He hoped so.
“Come on in, doll.”
You gasped. The space was gorgeous, racks of fine clothing lining the walls, shifting from feminine to androgynous to masculine like a gradient. The inside was starch white and bright, an array of backdrops were tucked neatly into the next room, along with more lights and an obvious monitor to which photos would appear as they were being taken.
“I love it!” You said, turning in all directions. “It’s so pretty in here.”
He smiled while you ran around, peering at the clothing, but not touching like a good girl.
Your expression changed to one of worry as you turned to him, and he walked up to you, placing a hand on your arm.
“This is gonna be so hard to pack.” You whispered, horror evident on your face as your eyes flitted around.
He let out a laugh, and pulled you to the next room. “We’re not packing anything. You think I would let my little girl pack up clothes?”
“Then what-“
“That was a lie.”
You stared quizzically as he pulled a rack from a small closet, wheeling it to the side.
He pulled out a short red skirt, with white fuzzy trim on it, and a matching top.
“We’re making Christmas gifts for your daddies.”
The skirt was short enough that if you bent down it road up your ass, allowing Hoseok to see your underwear. The “shirt” was more like a red bra with long sleeves, a fluffy white trim tickling your wrists.
He gently directed you to sit on a fluffy pile of white foam, with a white backdrop behind you. He walked over to behind the large ring lights, and brought his camera to his face.
“Smile, doll.”
You gave him a tight grin while he clicked away. He moved around the edge of the backdrop, getting different angles and poses of you in the fake snow.
You were uncomfortably straight, watching him as he moved, obviously in his element. He put his camera down, and looked at you. 
You straightened even more, “yes?” 
His voice went soft, and he slowly crouched towards you. “You’re not comfortable.” 
You sighed, and looked down at your hands. “I’m just not used to getting my picture taken.” Which was true, your mother never had much interest in displaying any photo of you, much less taking one. 
“You’ll get used to it.” He comforted, putting his hand on top of yours. “But for now, let’s use this.” He pulled out a small, pink bullet vibrator and held it out in front of you. “Just to loosen you up.” 
You balked, and he just chuckled as he pushed you back onto to the soft foam. 
“Open your legs baby. This’ll feel so good, I promise.” 
You opened them slowly, and pushed back into his palm as he reached for your panties. 
He shushed you, peeling your panties away quickly, and ran his fingers just along your opening. He teased them with two fingers, cooing as you whined. 
“You look so pretty, doll. I can’t wait till I can fuck you.” 
You mewled at the thought, and pushed back onto him, letting his fingers enter you briefly. 
He scoffed, and slammed them into you. “You fucking tease. I bet you begged Jimin to finger you, didn’t you?” 
Your only answers were small gasps as he curled his fingers, ruthlessly rubbing your g-spot with vigor. 
Your release came fast, but he was faster, pulling out of you just long enough for it to subside. As soon as it did, he pushed the vibrator into you, smirking as you squealed. 
“Hobi- p-please.” You sputtered, reaching a hand for him. 
He took it, and brought it to his lips. “I like when you beg.” He gave it a quick peck, before returning to his camera. 
You squirmed on the floor, incoherent mutters falling from your lips as the vibration increased. Faux sympathy flowed from his voice as he walked over to you. “Does my little girl need to cum?” 
You nodded, and grabbed his ankles as he stepped over you, planting both feet on either side of you. Your grip was harsh, tugging on his pant leg as you rolled your hips. 
His camera was pointed down at you, the clicks barely being registered as an orgasm creeped up on you. “That’s it. Not so shy now, are you?” 
You tipped your head back, exposing your neck as your orgasm hit you. Your back arched between his legs, and your eyes rolled back as you gasped for air. Hob whispered praises to deaf ears, telling you how proud he was, and how well you did for him. 
The vibrations slowly decreased until there were none, letting you ride your high as Hobi finished the last of his pictures. 
He squatted down, and rubbed his hand on your cheek. “Good Job, Baby. You did so well.” 
You leaned into his touch, before he took it away all too soon, dashing to the bathroom for a damp cloth. 
“No!” You caught his pant leg, pulling him harshly back to you. He looked down at you with wide eyes and surprise.
“Don’ want Papa to leave me.” 
His face softened, and you kept mumbling pleas as he bent down to pull you into his lap. 
He rocked you slowly, and peppered your face with kisses until you let out a sweet laugh.
“Papa’s not going anywhere. Ever. I’ll always be here.” 
You fiddled with the sweater Jin had put you in earlier, and let them lead you through the parking lot, only a small stuffie in your hand. 
Jin had taken both yours and Namjoons passports, and assigned each of the boys something to carry. All you had to do, was stay in the circle. They formed a protective ring around you, keeping you out of strangers views as much as possible. After your bags were checked, and you were allowed into the bathroom as they stood outside, surprising a few unsuspecting women as they left, you went to the gate. 
They split the crowd as they walked, you in the middle of their intimidating group. You felt small, and protected, and even cared for as they glared at anyone who walked too close. 
All of a sudden they stopped, and they turned in towards you, but focused their gazes on Namjoon. 
He crouched slightly in front of you, and waited for you to peer at him.
His voce was solemn, and slightly nervous.  “Bug, you’re about to meet a friend of mine.” 
You looked at him quizzically, “Friend? What Friend?” 
“My assistant. She’s very nice and I think you’ll get along well. But, I need you to be nice too.” 
“Why are we meeting her at the airport?” 
He sucked his teeth, and let out a choked laugh. 
“Because she’s going to Korea too.” 
You had no time to react before he pulled away from you, and there stood a gorgeous woman. She was in a smart, red dress and pointed heels. He hair was smooth and blonde, not a hair out of place. 
Her sweet, green eyes peered down at you before she held out her hand, which you took meekly. She smiled at that, her saccharine voice sounding like honey being poured over your senses. 
“Hi, sweetie. My name is Cindy.” 
Previous I 
3 notes · View notes
chickennoodlej-hope · 17 minutes ago
A trip to remember; Part 3
Food poisoning
Sickie: Yoongi
Caretaker: Jungkook
Plot: Yoongi thinks he can catch a break after being sick all day the previous day.
He’s wrong, because he gets food poisoning from the place they go to for lunch.
It’s a good thing the golden maknae is willing to help him.
Tw: Nausea, emeto, slight headache
Yoongi‘s eyes felt heavy. He couldn’t really open them.
Jungkook gave him a shake.
“Hyung, c’mon, get up.
I’m hungry.”
“Okay, okay, ‘m up.” Yoongi muttered, sitting up. He finally managed to open his eyes a few minutes later and got up to get dressed. Before moving though, he assessed himself. He felt better. Just a little sore in his middle from throwing up so much the day before. That, he could live with though. It was a relief that he was better. He couldn’t afford to be sick during the award show. Yoongi walked over to his suitcase and got some clothes, then went and took a quick shower before getting dressed. He hoped Namjoon had found some place for them to eat that was trustworthy. American food could be questionable. Health wise and otherwise. Yoongi trusted their leader though when it came to America. He was, after all, the only one fluent in English. He probably knew what he was doing. After getting freshened up and dressed, Yoongi walked out of the hotel room and into the hall where the others were waiting.
“Are you doing better, Hyung?” Jimin asked, worry plastered on his face.
Yoongi nodded.
“Sore, a little tired, but much better.”
“Good.” Namjoon smiled slightly, his dimples peeking through a bit.
“Let’s go then.”
Apparently, Namjoon hadn’t picked a place yet. He’d wanted to wait and see what Yoongi was feeling up to since he’d suffered so badly the day before. Yoongi honestly didn’t have the biggest appetite, so he was down for anything. In the end, bangtan decided on some street taco place. It was quick, easy, and they liked some Mexican food enough to settle. So now the seven of them sat in the nearly abandoned restaurant, checking out the menus that had been brought to their table.
“I’m thinking...crunchy tacos.” Taehyung muttered, thinking aloud.
He was really in the mood for something crunchy.
Jimin looked over from his menu.
“Hm...crunchy does sound good right now.”
Jungkook nodded in agreement.
The only one who didn’t add to this notion was Yoongi. He didn’t think he could handle crunchy right now, he was too sore.
As if reading his mind, Hoseok looked over.
“What about you, Hyung?”
Yoongi peered at the menu once again through the dark sunglasses he wore. He was trying to protect himself from a migraine, because he became especially susceptible to them after getting motion sick. And the sunshine that came through the windows was one of his triggers. He was quiet for a bit before speaking up.
“I’ll probably just get a burrito. I’m not up to crunchy today.”
He had seen some chicken and cheese burrito thingy that looked decent on the picture outside, so he decided on that. Soon the waitress came around and the members placed their orders. The food arrived pretty quickly, so they chatted while they ate.
“Today’s an off day before our interview tomorrow. Any plans?” Namjoon looked around, waiting for an answer.
“I was thinking about going shopping.” Taehyung grinned after chewing and swallowing the piece of taco he’d just bitten off.
“Shopping again?” Jimin laughed.
“Taehyungie, don’t you ever get tired of it?”
“Do you?” Taehyung retorted.
Jimin laughed fondly, shaking his head. He didn’t.
“Then it’s settled. I’m going shopping. You and Jungkookie can come with. Would anyone else like to come? Yoongi-hyung?” Taehyung’s gaze met the quiet member sitting across from him.
Yoongi was taking his time eating, making sure he really felt good enough to eat. He looked at Taehyung briefly.
“Nah, I think I’ll stay back at the hotel and try to get some peace before the craziness starts.”
Taehyung nodded, understanding.
The conversation shifted after that to everyone talking about how good the food was. Yoongi didn’t have much to say anyway, so he didn’t pitch in to the conversation. He listened to the others quietly.
He wasn’t so sure about his food.
It tasted off. He knew this wasn’t Korea but still. Even American food wasn’t supposed to taste like this.
Yoongi was chewing slowly now as he evaluated the burrito, eyeing it carefully. Eventually he decided it was just in his head, so he finished it off, chasing it down with some water. Then he sat quietly in the booth, waiting for the others to finish. After finishing their food, the boys carried on with their plans. The maknae line went shopping, while Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin decided on sightseeing. Nobody could get Yoongi to go with them, so they let him be. But now, as Yoongi sat alone in his, Jungkook’s, and Namjoon’s hotel room, he was starting to regret not having someone around. That burrito wasn’t agreeing with him.
Maybe it wasn’t just his head. Yoongi sat up. He’d been laying down, trying to sleep, but that was making his stomach feel worse. He needed to move around. So he slowly got up and started to pace the hotel room, starting on the side by the window and making his way to the other end by the door. He didn’t have any plans to do anything but pace, trying to quell his nausea. Somehow, he’d ended up pacing right into the bathroom.
Yoongi checked out his reflection in the mirror. His skin was grayish, with a slight flush to the cheeks and even his ears, like all the color had been drained everywhere but there. He hadn’t even noticed while he was walking but he was standing slightly hunched over. So he tried straightening up. The nauseated feeling shot through his entire body, so much so that he could feel it in his fingertips. Yoongi thought he was going to throw up right then and there. He leaned towards the sink, but nothing came up. Giving a relieved sigh, the rapper backed up again. He wondered if the burrito had gone bad.
‘That’s ridiculous.’ He reasoned in his mind. ‘Nobody else is sick..’
Then he remembered. Nobody else ate the burrito. It wasn’t like it wasn’t possible. Chicken could be finicky. Yoongi gave a frustrated huff. Of course. He would be the one to get food poisoning when he was already sick yesterday. Yoongi let his eyes wander the bathroom. They landed on the toilet. It was practically calling to him. He felt an overwhelming wave of nausea hit him and slowly made his way over, reluctantly sinking down to his knees in front of the bowl. No sooner than he lifted the lid was he heaving. Yoongi tried to contain himself as his loud retches echoed around the porcelain. So far all that had happened was his mouth had filled with drool. He spit it out before leaning back. He felt so much more nauseated now. And his head...his head was beginning to hurt. Yoongi scooted away from the toilet until he was able to lean his back against the wall. So he sat there, panting. He knew sitting on the bathroom floor probably wasn’t the best for him but he couldn’t move.
He almost dozed off though, so he went back to his bed.
Yoongi wasn’t sure when he fell asleep but he woke up to Namjoon’s deep voice.
“Hyung? Hyung are you up?”
Yoongi opened his eyes and all at once felt that awful feeling at the back of his throat. He was gonna be sick. He sat up slowly. He couldn’t let Namjoon know. It would stress the leader out.
“Taehyung and the others are back from shopping and we just got back too. We were gonna go in Seokjinnie-Hyung and Hobi-Hyung’s room to play games, do you want to come?”
Yoongi shook his head slowly, which caused an overwhelming dizziness to attack. He swallowed, hard.
“You sure?” Namjoon studied him.
“Are you okay?”
Yoongi nodded. He couldn’t speak. He didn’t trust himself to open his mouth.
“Are you sure?” Namjoon pressed.
Yoongi nodded again. Namjoon pressed for a good while longer, to which Yoongi continued nodding and giving hums or mm’s. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to sit there. His throat had tightened up so much and it felt awful, like the feeling one would get when they were about to cry.He almost felt strangled. He hoped Namjoon would get the point soon.
Finally Namjoon gave in and just sighed.
“Okay, Hyung. We’ll be in the room together, if you change your mind just knock and we’ll let you in.”
Yoongi gave a hum of affirmation.
Then Namjoon left. As soon as Yoongi heard the door click shut and Namjoon’s footsteps disappear down the hall, he got up and made a beeline for the bathroom. He didn’t have time to shut the door behind him. He just made it to the toilet and managed to fling the lid up before the first round of his food sprayed into the bowl forcefully. Yoongi made a choked noise, trying to gulp in some air and barely managing before a second wave attacked. He gagged so harshly, it felt like something had grated his throat. Then he began dry heaving.
One of Yoongi’s hands found its way under his sweatshirt and he shakily began to massage his stomach, trying to work something more up so he wouldn’t hurt himself. There was something more there. He felt it. Yoongi worked small circles into his stomach, hands trembling. He couldn’t believe he was sick again. And worse than that, nobody was there to hold his hand. Which made this all the more unbearable. Eventually Yoongi gave a thick, wet burp, his shoulders jumping at the wake of it.
He panted a bit before the second wave attacked. His free hand found its way up to his forehead, holding his bangs back. His stomach roiled inside of him, making all sorts of awful noises. His throat hurt and the pain in his middle from the previous day’s sick spell was making this so much worse. After a while he was once again reduced to dry heaves and began to take gasping breaths. He managed to get his breathing steady enough and he collapsed back onto the floor, sitting cross-legged this time.
Yoongi was so frustrated, he wanted to cry. Hot tears burned his eyes. He was alone. He could cry if he wanted to. The only problem was he didn’t want to work himself up even more. So he sat there, one hand still pressed to his tummy.
He took his other hand and wiped at his eyes before flushing the toilet. By now, the ache forming behind his eyes felt almost electrical. He closed his eyes. He wished he hadn’t turned the bathroom lights on. Yoongi sat in there for a good while by himself.
But then the hotel room door opened.
“Hyung? Are you awake?”
The voice of the golden maknae rang through the room.
“Namjoonie-Hyung wanted me to check on you.”
Yoongi slowly opened his eyes.
He didn’t know how to answer.
He didn’t trust himself to speak.
Maybe Jungkook would stumble upon him. So Jungkook walked around the room, looking for Yoongi. He started to walk past the bathroom but glanced in, noticing the light was on.
“Hyu—?” Jungkook started to call out before noticing Yoongi on the floor. He stopped walking mid step.
The bathroom smelled like fresh vomit and Yoongi looked like a train wreck.
“Hyung? Have you been sick?”
Yoongi slowly lifted his head to look at Jungkook. Then he nodded.
There was clearly no point in lying anyway. Jungkook frowned.
“Oh no...what happened?” The youngest walked into the bathroom and sat next to his Hyung.
“I don’t think that food is sitting right with me.” Yoongi managed, his voice thick. He felt so nauseated.
The back of Jungkook’s hand pressed gently to Yoongi’s forehead.
“You don’t feel warm...I think you may have food poisoning...”
The maknae frowned as he spoke.
Food poisoning was a horrible thing. Yoongi just groaned, pushing himself further into the wall.
“Wanna lay down?” Jungkook asked, immediately assuming the caretaker role. Yoongi gave a nauseous huff.
“I’d like to, but I can’t move.”
“Let me help you then.” Jungkook got up, gently helping Yoongi up with him. Yoongi allowed himself to put most of his weight on Jungkook. He hated to be this vulnerable in front of the maknae but he really couldn’t help it.
Jungkook helped Yoongi back to bed, where Yoongi immediately curled up into a ball. He was in so much pain.
Jungkook sat on the other bed, the one he and Namjoon had to share.
“Do you need anything, Hyung?”
Yoongi just took steady breaths, in and out, trying to calm his stomach a bit.
“No.” He muttered. He needed his stomach to stop churning inside of him but that wasn’t gonna happen anytime soon.
“Shouldn’t we get you some medicine or something?
Maybe Rap monie-Hyung could—“
“Do not get Namjoon-ah involved in this.” Yoongi told Jungkook.
It sounded like it was taking all his strength to talk. Because it was.
“I don’t want to worry him.”
Jungkook just nodded. The three of them shared a room, Namjoon would find out anyway. But for now he decided to respect Yoongi’s wishes. For the next few moments, Jungkook went through his phone while Yoongi stayed curled up on the bed, one hand under his sweatshirt and massaging his stomach. He made a quiet groan noise, curling up even more.
“I feel like crap.”
Jungkook looked over at Yoongi as he slouched further into the bed.
“You ginger ale or something?” Jungkook asked the elder.
“I could call room service.”
Yoongi groaned again in response. This was miserable. There was a huge difference between a stomach bug and food poisoning, that Yoongi had always hated. With a stomach bug, you could throw up and feel better for a few minutes after. With food poisoning, it didn’t matter how much you threw up, your nausea just never went away. It made this whole experience more miserable for him. Jungkook wasn’t sure what to do.
“Hyung, there’s gotta be something that I can do to help you.”
Yoongi had been shifting quite a bit but he suddenly stopped moving all together as his stomach made an ominous burbling noise.
“Yes, hyungie?” Jungkook studied Yoongi closely.
“Can you help me to the bathroom?” Yoongi’s expression shifted from blank to distressed as a cramp surged through his stomach. Jungkook jumped up, hurrying over to Yoongi and helping him up. The two of them walked to the bathroom and Jungkook went to turn on the lights.
“Don’t. Please.
My head is killing me.” Yoongi garbled. Jungkook retracted his hand and brought Yoongi to the toilet, setting him down in front of it. No sooner than the lid was lifted did Yoongi begin retching. Jungkook sat on the ground next to Yoongi, beginning to rub his back with one hand and hold his bangs with the other. Yoongi moved one of his free hands to hold his own bangs and held his other free hand out to Jungkook. Jungkook looked at Yoongi’s hand.
“Hyung, what— oh.” He gently held Yoongi’s hand. Yoongi would give a squeeze every time his stomach cramped. He couldn’t stand this.
For a good few minutes Yoongi’s stomach just cramped. Then he gave one gag. Followed by another. Pretty soon there was just a string of forceful gags leaving him, but nothing was being expelled. Jungkook started patting Yoongi’s back gently. That stirred something in Yoongi and he gave one last heave before a thick stream of vomit left him. He coughed, trying to get air in before the next one attacked, but that didn’t happen. The next torrent of puke was more forceful, causing Yoongi to make a pained sound in the back of his throat. He removed his hand from his bangs to rub his stomach, trying to soothe himself and work more up at the same time. Jungkook took his hand off Yoongi’s back and held his bangs up instead.
“That’s it, you’re doing good, Hyung.”
Yoongi gave another painful heave before his stomach seized up and he began to choke on air. Jungkook didn’t know what to do. Yoongi was gasping now, inhaling like more was going to come up but then coughing instead of expelling anything.
“Hyung?” Jungkook’s doe eyes glittered with worry. Yoongi gave one last harsh cough before more was expelled. And then he was brought back down to dry heaving.
“W-water.” He gasped out, panting heavily. Beads of sweat soaked his forehead and his cheeks were even more flushed now. His breathing sounded forced. Jungkook got up quickly to get Yoongi some water and came back to find the elder leaning against the wall again. Jungkook walked into the bathroom, flushing the toilet before sitting down next to Yoongi and handing him the water.
Yoongi’s hands were trembling so bad he had a hard time uncapping the bottle. But he managed, and tipped it back to his lips, taking a small sip. He knew it wasn’t smart to put too much on his weak stomach, so he took a few sips before stopping. Jungkook reached over and began to gently rub circles into Yoongi’s back with the tips of his fingers and his fingernails, solemnly taking in the appearance of the pale figure next to him. Yoongi thought it felt good but he wouldn’t say. Still, Jungkook could tell from the way his Hyung’s eyelids fluttered and his expression relaxed.
“You doing okay now, Hyung?” Jungkook asked.
Yoongi shook his head.
“No..but it’s fine.” He muttered, tipping his head back slightly and closing his eyes. He wished this was all over. Maybe the food poisoning wouldn’t last too long. If he sat here long enough, maybe he’d start feeling better.
Yoongi’s theory didn’t hold up because sooner than he wanted, he was back over the bowl. Jungkook gently held Yoongi’s hand with one of his hands, rubbing the elder man’s sore and bloated belly under his sweatshirt with the other. Yoongi himself was holding his bangs out of the way as his stomach expelled the little bit of water he drank, mixed in with some bile. Looking at it made Yoongi all the more nauseated, so he kept his eyes squeezed shut. As of now the vomit was coming in short spurts, providing Yoongi roughly three minutes to breathe before he was sick again. He absolutely couldn’t take this anymore. After he was finished he backed up against the wall once again. Leaning against it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
He felt like passing out by now.
Jungkook reached over Yoongi and flushed the toilet, then leaned against the wall with the sick rapper.
“Here, Hyung, lean on my shoulder.”
Yoongi gently leaned his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. He was quiet for a bit before he started to chuckle. Then he just started laughing.
Jungkook gave him a weird look.
“Mm?” Yoongi asked through his laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s just...” Yoongi suddenly shifted with a little whine, his laughter cutting short as a cramp surged through him.
“It’s ironic that I’d be the one to get food poisoning when I was already sick hurts so much that it’s unbelievable...I’m laughing at the irony of it all.”
Jungkook didn’t know how this was funny but he knew Yoongi tended to laugh at his pain to soothe himself. Jungkook didn’t have much time to contemplate much longer because soon Yoongi was lurching towards the toilet again, more bile being expelled. Yoongi coughed, hissing in pain.
Jungkook moved closer.
“Oh, Hyung...”
Yoongi blushed. It was embarrassing that the maknae had to be the one caring for him...
“This is getting concerning now...” Jungkook began thinking aloud.
“Maybe Rapmon-Hyung could—“
“No!” Yoongi choked out.
Too much force. The puke came out of his nose. He gasped a bit, surprised, and blindly reached for the toilet paper. Jungkook gave him some.
“I think I need to get Namjoonie-Hyung.” Jungkook said softly.
“Please, Hyung, I’m worried for you.”
Yoongi glanced up at Jungkook and saw just how genuinely concerned the maknae was.
He sighed.
So after Yoongi was well enough to move back to bed, Jungkook ran off to get Namjoon. They ended up having to get the medical team, food poisoning was way too serious for them to handle on their own.
Because it was just one burrito, and it had been expelled from Yoongi faster than he’d wanted, the medical staff proposed Yoongi would be okay by the morning.
And when morning came around, Yoongi was doing much better.
Although now he was incredibly sore. More so than before. Namjoon walked over to Yoongi’s awake but sleepy form early the next morning.
“Mm?” Yoongi muttered, eyes still closed.
“How’re we feeling?” Namjoon asked. He wasn’t looking up from his phone but if Yoongi saw he’d understand. Namjoon was always busy.
“Tired...better.” Yoongi yawned softly.
“Good. Come on, get up, we have an interview today.”
3 notes · View notes
hiraqrl · 18 minutes ago
hi lol it's me again, my friend doesn't have tumblr but needs some good headers, do you have any for this one? 🔽
Tumblr media
heey best, are here <3
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
sassiefg · 50 minutes ago
Taekook - Three -
Un montón de personas entraron a la cafetería tratando de "ayudarlo" pero solo conseguían estresar lo más, así que salió a buscar a la única persona que lo podría ayudar.
La única que podía ayudarlo justo era quien menos quería buscar.
- Quién es tu pareja?
- Jungkook, jungkook es - dijo desesperado
Y bastante rápido se esparcio el rumor.
 Estaba corriendo entre las personas que había en el lugar hasta llegar al patio, viendo a Jungkook acercarse pero este no era su prioridad ahora, así que lo ignoro.
- TAE!
Este le ignoro y paso rápido por su lado
- TAE!
Corrió más rápido y le susurró en el oído "yo también le dije a varias personas que eres mi novio, espero no te moleste" el contrario asintió y siguió su camino.
No, no eran más que amigos. Aunque para el resto no lo parecieran.
Actualmente Taehyung está tratando de encontrará a una chica (la que menos quería) para que una mosca viva, ya que fue su culpa. Aunque había intentando con magia ni funcionó.
Pero si está moría sería un sacrificio para uno de sus amigos.
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
1 note · View note
cinnaminsvga · an hour ago
by the way | jungkook
Tumblr media
→ summary: there are only two weeks left until graduation—which means you only have two weeks left until you’ll be nothing more than a facebook birthday notification on his phone (unless you do something about it, of course.) → genre: high school!au, humor, slight angst → warnings: none unless you’re terrified of two idiots mutually pining for e/o → words: 1.2K → a/n: ain’t it kinda weird that there were some people you met in high school that you considered your “friend” but never kept in touch with them after graduation? like ships that have sailed past each other, only being left with some hope of crossing someday. idk, high school was weird. anyway, enjoy!
—part of the bgw drabble marathon (Tropes #5)—
Tumblr media
“So, have you asked anyone out to the graduation ball yet?” Hoseok asks you suddenly, his words muffled by the disgusting amount of pasta in his mouth. 
From the corner of your eye, Jungkook’s shoulders tense. You don’t mean to notice—you weren’t even supposed to be looking at him. He has his gaze trained downwards, shooting lasers at his rice with enough intensity to cook it twice over. 
“No, I haven’t,” you respond eventually. 
“Time is running out you know! It wouldn’t look good if the class valedictorian arrived at the party without some good ol’ eye candy,” Hoseok says. 
You scoff, taking a sip of your lukewarm apple juice. “Who says I need a man to make me look good?”
“Or woman, for that matter!” Chaeyoung pipes up. She wiggles her eyebrows, leaning across the lunch table until her chest almost gets a platter full of greasy cafeteria pizza. “You know, the offer is still open. I guarantee that if we went together, we’d be the prettiest bitches in the entire ballroom!”
You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re right, we would be… minus the fact that you’ve been pining over Eunbi for God knows how long, and it would be seriously shitty of me to deny you your last chance of getting together with her.”
Chaeyoung leans back, acquiesced. “Alright, you got me there,” she sighs, crossing her arms. “Still, you know I would drop everything and anything if you asked.”
“Not me though, I’m a selfish whore,” Jimin interrupts, reaching his minimum quota of giving his unsolicited opinion. He points finger guns at you. “I’m bringing my hot and sexy college boyfriend to the ball.”
“Oh right, how could we ever forget your mysterious ‘college’ boyfriend,” Hoseok scoffs, the quotation marks audible in his voice. “The one that we’ve never seen or heard of before, and also conveniently lives in a different city that is miles from here? That boyfriend?”
“Shut up!” Jimin glares, pointing his sharpened acrylic nail at him. “You’ll eat your words once you see how fucking gorgeous and hot and REAL my boyfriend is!” He turns to you, brows still quirked in irritation. “Anyway, as I was saying. Even though I’m going to the ball with my snookywookums, I’m willing to scout a date for you if you want.”
“I don’t think snookywookums is a Scrabble-verified word,” Hoseok says under his breath, nearly causing you to snort your pasta up your nose. 
“T-Thank you, Jimin,” you say, coughing through your laughter. Lucky for Hoseok, Jimin’s massive ego doubles as a noise-cancelling material. “But I’m fine, really. I’m more than happy just hanging out with my best friends over some random guy.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Chaeyoung coos, pinching your cheeks. 
“–and also improbable,” Hoseok snorts. “These two whores are definitely gonna spend that entire night fucking their dates,” Hoseok says, jabbing his thumb at your resident bimbo-himbo combo, “while I will be busy with DJ-ing at the event, so you’re pretty much outta luck, chief.”
“What the fuck? You’re gonna DJ at our fucking graduation ball?” you squawk. “Why the hell would you volunteer to do that?”
“For… experience?”
Hoseok raises his hands in surrender with a pout. “Okay, fine. Maybe I wanted to impress Namjoon. Fucking sue me for being a hypocrite!” 
“Ahah! The ogre has fallen in love with the prince!” Jimin hollers, earning himself a pinch in the tit from Hoseok.
You huff, annoyed. “Am I really being abandoned by all my friends? On one of our final days together as classmates before we inevitably part ways towards adulthood?”
A beat of guilty silence. Then:
“You guys suck!”
You groan in defeat, rolling your eyes. “Fine then! I guess Jungkook and I will have to entertain each other, right Kook?”
The boy in question, who had been eerily quiet this entire lunch period, jolts in his seat after suddenly being addressed. His elbow hits the table with a bang, causing an impressive string of expletives to spill from his mouth. 
Jimin snorts, amused. “Damn, you good? What’s got loverboy all jumpy?” 
“Don’t call me loverboy,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched as he cradles his injured elbow. 
“Well someone clearly pissed in your Cheerios. What’s up? Why are you being all broody and sulky?” Hoseok asks.
“I’m not being broody,” Jungkook says broodily. For a brief moment, your gaze catches his, but he quickly averts his eyes before you can get a good glimpse at the unknown emotion that tints them. “I just… got a bad grade in Chemistry. That’s all.”
“First time? I guess senioritis doesn’t hit all of us the same,” Jimin sniffs. “By the way, Kook. Do you have a date for the ball? If you do, then we can all shame Y/N into looking for a date and not feel guilty about it.”
“Hey!” you whine, but your attention is focused on Jungkook. You hold your breath, a looming sense of dread rising up your stomach like bile. A desperate plea rings through your head, crying out, “Please say you’ll go with me.”
As friends, you remind yourself.
Sure Jan, your inner voice replies.
Jungkook barks out a laugh, but it sounds hollow. “I, umm…” he trails off, fidgeting in his seat awkwardly. He puts down his chopsticks, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans. “I’m still, uh, working up the courage to ask her…”
“HER?! YOU LIKE GIRLS?” Chaeyoung screams, horrified. “Then why the FUCK have you been rejecting all those poor girls for the past four years?”
“I just wasn’t interested, I guess,” he shrugs. He pauses. “Wait, did you not know I was straight?”
“Kookie, I don’t know if you haven’t noticed, but you recoil like a raccoon being spritzed with water every time a woman so much as looks at you,” Hoseok points out.
“I’m just shy,” he grumbles. 
To your left, Jimin nudges you gently. “Did you know?” he whispers, brows arched.
“Of course I did,” you snap. “That boy uses five-in-one shampoo and soap.”
Jimin leans back into his seat, a mystified expression on his face. “Damn, you’re right. And here I thought you just liked pining over him because you were a masochist.”
You choke on your own spit, feeling as though a large stone has just been dropped on your esophagus. You whirl towards Jimin with a death glare, but the shithead barely flinches in response. “What the fuck did you just say?” you seethe, panic clear in your voice.
“What did you say?” Jungkook repeats after you, jaw agape. You both make eye contact, and you notice the way Jungkook’s cheeks have flushed a deep red. You have no doubt in your mind that you aren’t faring any better. Shit!
“Now, we don’t have time to unpack all of that,” Hoseok interrupts. He gestures to the clock by the wall, which shows that your lunch period is about to end. He slams his lunch container shut, a large smirk on his face. “But this will definitely be a fun conversation for later, and I want front row seats.”
“Ditto! Text me once you’re out of your last class, okay?” Chaeyoung says, standing up with Hoseok. She blows a kiss your way and pats Jungkook endearingly on the head. “You guys have English together, right? Should be fun!”
“Gotta blast,” Jimin says, scrambling out of his seat before you can snap out of your daze long enough to twist his balls into a ponytail. He throws a mock salute at you, toothy grin on full display. “Have fun!”
Now left alone (i.e. abandoned) by your friends, you tentatively turn to look at Jungkook. You swallow thickly, cheeks flamin’ hot. “So, by the way…. About that date?”
20 notes · View notes
audreonne · an hour ago
All or Nothing | Masterlist
Tumblr media
All or Nothing tells the story of seven seemingly ordinary men and the women they fall in love with. However, not everyone is who they say they are and it’s getting harder to tell friend from foe. The shadow organization they belong to spans from government to private health care to illegal arms deals. How far is everyone willing to go to protect what means most to them? 
a/n ⟶ In order of being written. (Hobi and Jin’s might be released at the same time since their stories are intertwined. Same thing with Jungkook and Jimin’s.) 
Tumblr media
The Agreement | MYG
Tumblr media
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!yoongi x business woman!reader
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ mafia au, arranged marriage, exes to lovers, crime/thriller, espionage, smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You never expected to enter an arranged marriage with the man who broke your heart six months ago. However, when his parents reach out to you after the death of their eldest son for an agreement that will help protect them and their only living son, as well as help your business grow internationally, it seems too good to be true. The more you delve into the Min family empire, the more things aren’t as they appear. Perhaps Min Yoongi isn’t the man you thought he was. Which only leaves two questions. Who the hell did you marry and what have you gotten yourself into?
Series Masterlist
Tumblr media
The Administration | KSJ
Tumblr media
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!politician!jin x lawyer!reader
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ mafia au, crime, political thriller, espionage, smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You're finally in a relationship with the man of your dreams but everything gets turned upside down when one of his best friend's is accused of assassinating a politician. Not any regular politician. Jin's political rival. For some reason, Namjoon is set on hiring you as Hoseok's lawyer. Maybe it's because you're damn good at your job or maybe it's because your sister is already married into the organization. Either way, you have an obligation to do everything you can. The pressure is on but the more you associate with Jin, the more his political career is at risk.
Series Masterlist ⟶ Coming Soonest
Tumblr media
The Authority | JHS
Tumblr media
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!military captain!hoseok x spy!reader
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ mafia au, crime, political thriller, espionage, established relationship, smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ What happens when the love of your life is wrongfully accused of political assassination? Pure fucking chaos. Not only is his military career on the line but because of your association with him, you’ve been blacklisted from your job. Out in the cold is no place for a burned spy. You’ll have to learn to rely on those within his organization for safety. As well as the work of the bright new lawyer brought on to defend him, who just happens to be your best friend’s sister. 
Series Masterlist ⟶ Coming Soon
Tumblr media
The Arrangement | KNJ
Tumblr media
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!namjoon x mafia!reader
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ mafia au, crime/thriller crime/thriller crime/thriller , arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ After your family tried to unsuccessfully take down his family and their criminal organization, both your parents decide it’s better to make peace in the form of an arranged marriage. What happens when he finds out you’ve been informing of your family’s activities for years to police? And do you betray your new husband and his friends? 
Series Masterlist ⟶ Coming Sooooon™
Tumblr media
The Ambitious | KTH
Tumblr media
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!arms dealer!taehyung x criminal!reader
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ mafia au, fake dating au, crime/thriller, strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You’ve always been a loner and always worked alone but when you get caught in a police raid while you’re trying to steal the annoyingly handsome, slightly too cocky arms dealers merch. What do you do to protect yourself? Pretend you and him are a couple that were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, the both of you must keep up the charade during the police investigation. That’s if he doesn’t annoy you to death first.  
Series Masterlist ⟶ Coming Later
Tumblr media
The Assessment | JJK
Tumblr media
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!mercenary!jungkook x detective!reader
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ mafia au, crime/thriller, strangers to lovers , smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You’re tired of running into dead ends and leads trying to take down one of the biggest criminal organizations in Korea. You go against your boss’ orders and contact a private security firm to help you. Little did you know the man who offers you help belongs to an even bigger criminal organization that no one can confirm it exists. However the more you work together, the more you discover that maybe there’s more to him than his criminal affiliations. 
Series Masterlist ⟶ Coming Late
Tumblr media
The Amendment | PJM
Tumblr media
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!Jimin x mafia!reader
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ mafia au, childhood friends to lovers, crime, smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You’ve been in love with him your life. You’ve both grown up within the same criminal organization however you took on different career paths within the org. You run the more public business: the soup kitchen, children’s centers, medical charities, homeless shelters. While Jimin runs the more notorious business: the casinos, strip clubs, money laundering. However, when a nosy detective sticks her nose in where it doesn’t belong, the two of you do everything in your power to protect your family. 
Series Masterlist ⟶ Coming Latest
16 notes · View notes
bonvoyagenoona · an hour ago
WIP Wednesday | The Cul-de-Sac Cons 05
Tumblr media
For this WIP Wednesday, I’d like to share a sneak peek of the final chapter of The Cul-de-Sac Cons. Experimenting with sharing a posting schedule, so I’ll be posting this Friday, May 14 at 7 PM US Central! Thank you for reading this story -- I’m going to miss writing this one so much. Hope you enjoy! 💜
Tumblr media
“You said that if we did this, we’d have to move quickly,” he reminds you. “That we can’t hold onto this info and just stay here. We’re sitting ducks.” He places his hand on your cheek. “I know this is going to be difficult. But take a second. Think. What’s best?”
You imagine the teams that Sope Industries will soon be mobilizing. Once they clear out all the noise from the false alarms that your distracting bots triggered, they’ll find the breach. They’ll know what you took. And if you stay, there’s a greater chance that they’ll find out it was you who took it, potentially putting Hobi and the group in a different kind of trouble altogether. 
Jungkook’s eyes offer a bit of relief, a moment of solitude that helps you catch your breath. It helps to see his pained eyes, his soft pout, his struggle against the lump in his throat. They tell you that he knows how much this will hurt you. And they tell you that he meant it when he said he could take care of you, even if you lost control.
You start to lose a little of it now.
Tears form at your lash line, and Jungkook clicks his tongue as he wipes it away with his thumb.
“I can’t stand to see you like this. God. I’m so sorry.”
You shake your head, able to reel it in. “It’s OK. I know it’s time to go.” You sigh. “I just…” 
The fields housing the outdoor targets haven’t been particularly well-maintained. There hasn’t really been a reason for them to be, the dips and pivots in the land amassing piles of broken shell casings. But the grass looks emerald green with the sun shining so brightly like this. Like Hobi did that morning, kissing you awake, apologizing for sleeping after only one round, and letting you know that though Yoongi and the rest of the guys were waiting outside for him, that the minute he returns home, he’ll want to start round two. 
“…I’ll just miss this story a lot,” you say, heart heavy. “It was a good one.”
Tumblr media
2 notes · View notes
joonlonelyheartsclub · an hour ago
Please help if possible
I’m not sure if anyone will read this or care, but I’ve been put in a position where I need to move out of my apartment immediately, about a week ago I was drugged and sexually assaulted in my own bedroom, they are giving me trouble about breaking my lease unless I pay two months rent and an advertising fee upfront, it’s an incredibly long shot but I am making a cashapp, I am scraping money together but I am asking for any help possible. I’ve been on tumblr for awhile under this account and I never thought I would be asking this of you. I will continued to keep you updated as I go through this. I love you guys.
My cashapp is joonlonelyhearts
0 notes
vbts-kook · an hour ago
He's so cute when he's wrong. 🥰 ⟭⟬ follow me  @kimtaehyung_0fficial for more bts content  ⟭⟬ 💜💜💜💜 #bts #bangtan #bangtangboys #kimnamjoon #namjoon #rm  #김태형 #kimseokjin #jin #minyoongi #yoongi #suga #jungkook #junghoseok #hoseok  #jhope #parkjimin #jimin #chimmy #mochi #kimtaehyung #viralvideos #tata  #taehyung #jk #goldenmaknae #kookie #vminkook #btskpop #방탄소년단 (en Bangtan Sonyeondan - 방탄소년단)
0 notes
kpopinocorrect · an hour ago
Jungkook: I put my grades up for adoption cuz I couldn't raise them.
Namjoon: 🤦
1 note · View note
noteguk · an hour ago
m a Hoe for our bi!couple ma’am pls drop sum fluffy texts between these two, ever since u revealed abt their summer break romance ive been fantasizing sm eye—
A glimpse into the ✨future✨, the post-bad romance world~
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
32 notes · View notes