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saltyhyunjae · 3 years

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CHAPTER FOUR: YOU’RE NOT AN EASY MISSION

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, suicide and depression mention, a bit of abuse, sangyeon is lowkey very mean in this chapter.

word count: 2.2k

summary: y/n really goes through it.

chapter three

“Finally.” You look behind Hyunjae to see Sangyeon, Juyeon, Changmin and Eric walking towards you, Sangyeon looking like he is about to kill you. You’re dead. He grabs your wrist and rips you out of Hyunjae’s grip. He drags you all the way to the house, never loosening his grip. When you guys step inside, the rest is already there waiting in the living room.

Sangyeon let’s go of you and you touch your wrist that has turned red. He turns around and before anyone even gets to speak, you feel the palm of his hand across your cheek. He hit you. You hear some of the boys gasp as you start tearing up, your cheek burning. You’re done for.

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT! WE SHOULD’VE KILLED YOU WHEN WE FIRST SAW YOU, BUT NO WE GAVE YOU A NICE ROOM AND WERE NOTHING BUT SWEET TO YOU. AND THIS YOUR REWARD?!” He yells as everyone just stares at the two of you.

“YOU WERE JUST GONNA REPORT US HUH? YOU WERE JUST PRETENDING TO CARE FOR US SO YOU COULD JUST BETRAY US WHEN WE LEAST EXPECTED IT, RIGHT?” His hand lifts up again and you flinch expecting another slap, but it never comes. You open your eyes to Hyunjae grabbing Sangyeon’s wrist, stopping him from slapping you. “Enough.”

Sangyeon takes a deep breath finally coming to his senses. He didn’t want to hit you, but as soon as they finally found you, he saw red. “Changmin, Eric, take her to the storage room.” He orders before walking away

When you enter the storage room, they close the door behind you. Jacob told you once before about how the storage room is the only room with a lock or cameras in the house. You sit down on the floor and finally breakdown, sobbing loudly.

When you’ve finally calmed down, you hear the lock and the door opens. It’s Jacob. He comes in with an emergency kit and gives you a faint smile. “I would ask if you’re okay but I already know the answer to that.” He tries to joke and you give him a small smile.

“Let’s see.” He gently grabs your jaw and starts cleaning up the wound on your cheek, the other one still red from the hit. You notice the bandage around his arm, around the place you stabbed him. “Sorry, I didn't know it was you.” You mutter looking down. “It’s okay, I understand.” He softly pats your shoulder.

When he’s done with your face he cleans up the wounds on your knee and elbows. You give him a barely audible ‘thank you’ and he leaves to get you blankets and a pillow. He tells you goodnight, once you two made up your ‘bed’ and as soon as he leaves you break down again, and so you cry yourself to sleep.

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Weeks go by and you’re back in your room again, which now has locks on the window and a camera. Jacob brings you your meals and the only time you go outside your room is when you go to the bathroom or when they have to take you with them on their missions. During the missions you just quietly stay put.

Ever since the day you tried to escape you haven’t spoken or even looked at the boys, besides jacob. They, except for Sangyeon, tried to speak to you a few times, but you just ignored them and they eventually gave up. You’ve been crying yourself to sleep every night and besides eating all you do is sleep and shower, just waiting for your days to be over.

You’re awake but your eyes are closed trying to get more sleep. Winter is coming and it’s starting to get colder. You’ve been here for about two months now. You put your blanket over your head and sigh.

Hyunjae knocks on your door slowly opening it. You look up expecting Jacob. You two make eye contact for a second before you look down again. He gives you your breakfast and you nod at him.

You expect him to leave, but he doesn’t, instead he sits next to you on your bed. He inspects you as you eat. You look exhausted, eyes puffy from crying all night. He feels his heart breaking looking at your state. He feels so helpless, he wants to do something but he knows that he can’t. He knows how stubborn Sangyeon is, he’ll never let you go.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters, you look up at him confused. “I’m sorry I got you into this situation.” He feels like it’s all his fault, he was the one that pleaded Sangyeon, who wanted to kill you at the store after they took everything, to just keep you as a maid. Usually he would be the one to propose the idea of killing a witness, but as soon as he laid eyes on you in the store, he felt something he has never felt before, something he can't describe.

You don’t know why but you feel tears coming up. You try to turn away but Hyunjae grabs you and pulls you in a hug. You rest your head on his shoulder and start crying as he rubs your back.

Hyunjae holds you close, his heart racing faster than he thought was possible. After you have finally calmed down, Hyunjae tells you to rest up and you sleep till Jacob gives you your dinner, returning to your usual schedule.

A week later not much has changed besides the fact that now both Jacob and Hyunjae also give you your meals. They’re the only ones you interact with making small talks when they drop by.

“What does your room look like?” You ask Jacob, who places your food beside you. “Want me to show it to you?” You nod excitedly and he laughs. “Eat up then i’ll show you.”

After you’re done eating, Jacob brings you to his room. When you enter his room you’re hit with the scent of vanilla and rose. Around his wall he has posters of movies and his bed is neatly made up, just like the rest of his room. “Wow, it's pretty.” “Thank you.” He smiles looking down with his hands in his pockets.

Jacob doesn’t know why but every time he’s around he gets a bit nervous and his heart starts beating faster. He knows he shouldn’t be feeling like this since you're their captive, but he can’t help it.

You look around some more while Jacob sits on the bed. You turn your head to the right and look at the ground, spotting a gun in the corner of his room. You decide to not point it out and go on with your mini tour.

After you and Jacob talk about random things for like an hour, you go back to your room. “It was nice seeing you get out of your room again. My room is always open for you to hang out!.” Jacob smiles and you thank him before he closes the door behind him.

A few days later you have another big mental breakdown again, the fifth of the month. You want to leave. You need to leave. But you can’t. Out of frustration you grab your hair. You can’t take it anymore. You needed to find a way out. But how?

You already tried to escape once it’s impossible to do that now. You needed to end this. Suddenly Jacob’s gun comes to your mind. You needed to end them. You started laughing. You were just gonna do it, you were going to kill infamous criminals The Boyz.

You spent the next couple of days trying to come up with a plan when Jacob one day mentions they were going to have a movie night later that day, he asked if you wanted to join them but you declined. After he left you couldn’t help but smile. Tonight is the night.

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“NO! No horror movies.” Eric tries to fight Changmin of him, earning a bite from the older one. Eric starts screaming and let’s go of the remote. Changmin grabs it and starts the movie. The tv is so loud they can’t hear any noises from outside the living room.

You walk into Jacob’s room about 20 minutes after the movie started, grabbing his gun. Thank god it’s loaded. You slowly walk downstairs and sneak into the kitchen, grabbing a big sharp knife. Before you enter the living room you take a deep breath preparing yourself. The boys are so into the movie they don’t notice you walking in, and thank god the lights are out too. You approach Sunwoo who is the closest to your reach. You point your knife at his neck and get ready to use it.

Sangyeon looks to his side and notices you behind Sunwoo, holding something in both of your hands. He gasps when he sees the knife and gun. “Sunwoo! Behind you!” The boys all jump up and the light goes on.

Changmin speeds to you and grabs you from behind. “Oh my God, Y/n, What the fuck.” Sunwoo breathes in shock. “Y/n! Put that down.” Hyunjae tries to stop you. You feel like you're going out of your mind. You start to laugh hysterically and then start to scream. “NO! let me go NOW!.” You laugh again. “Let me go or you guys are dying.”

“Y/n please.” Jacob tries. “I SAID LET ME GO!” You desperately try to wiggle out of Changmin's arms. You suddenly feel a tear running down your cheek. You didn’t even notice you were crying. “Y/n don’t be stupid put that dow-.” Sangyeon speaks up but you cut him off. “SHUT UP!” Anger starts racing in you, hearing his voice. “You’re the last one I wanna hear right now!” You start to see red as you break down in sobs.

“You guys are horrible. You guys are the reason I don't wanna live anymore. You guys ruined my life. YOU ALL RUINED ME. Either you guys are dying or it’s me!” “Y/n, nobody is dying tonight.” Hyunjae tries to slowly approach you.

“Oh no?” You give them a wicked smile. You notice Changmin’s grip on you loosened a bit giving you the opportunity to lift your hand that’s holding the gun. You point it up to your head. Changmin freezes up and Hyunjae’s eyes widen in fear. “Y/n!-”

Before you can pull the trigger, Juyeon knocks the gun out of your hand letting it fall onto the ground. You let out a loud scream before falling on your knees. You can’t stop your tears from falling and loud sobs from coming out of your mouth.

Both Jacob and Hyunjae run over to you and Hyunjae holds you close to his chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He tries to shush you. You grasp onto his shirt and start to hyperventilate. Jacob kneels before you and runs his fingers through your hair trying to calm you down, while the rest of the boys just stand there in shock.

Hyunjae picks you up and carries you to your room. You finally calm down as he lays you down on the bed. You crawl between the sheets, your back facing him. Hyunjae stays quiet and strokes your hair as you fall asleep.

“I can’t believe she tried to kill me!” Sunwoo puts his hand in the air out of disbelief as Hyunjae walks into the room. “She tried to kill all of us, don’t feel special.” Kevin huffs earning a glare from Sunwoo. “But still!” “Shut up, she’s finally asleep.” Hyunjae sits on the couch.

“How could she be like this?” Eric sighs. Jacob takes a deep breath, he’s been trying to stay calm since the day you tried to run away, but right now the frustration is taking over him.

“Are we surprised she’s like this?!” His voice raises a bit, surprising the members. “Didn’t you guys hear her? We ruined her! She did nothing to this deserve this, yet we got her into this stupid situation!”

“You just had to slap her.” Younghoon turns to Sangyeon. “I don’t know, I didn't want to.” Hyunjae rolls his eyes. “Then apologize.” “Like apologizing is gonna do something.” Sangyeon huffs. “Right, I'm sure she hates us for life now.” Eric leans back in his seat.

“Can’t we just let her go.” Jacob groans. “No! That's out of the question. She’ll report us right away.” “But Sangye-.” “No.”

“And what if we convince her to not report us?” Haknyeon smirks. “You wanna torture her?” Changmin gives Haknyeon a confused look. “Listen, I have a plan.” Everyone groans and Chanhee rolls his eyes. “Not again.”

“No listen, this plan is better.” Everyone turns their attention to Haknyeon as he starts explaining his plan. “Okay so, We’ll just let her live with us as part of the group instead of her being a maid or prisoner or something like that.” Haknyeon smiles as if it’s the best idea in the world.

“We’re called the boyz, not the boyz plus one girl.” Eric snorts. “Okay, but she won’t report her friends, or herself, right?”

“I think it’s a good idea.” Juyeon agrees with Haknyeon. “Of Course you do.” Chanhee sighs. “Well the idea isn’t that bad.” Kevin speaks up. “We could use some help.” “Right, I agree too.” Hyunjae stands up, he doesn’t really like the idea, but everything is better than watching you suffer because of them. After a lot of thinking all of the boys finally agree and go to bed.

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jkeuphoriadreamland · 5 years

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illicit photography (7)•jjk

Pairing: University!Student Jungkook X Professor!Reader 18+M 5.3K words {photography student!au} 10/20/2019 Warnings: explicit rough sex,slapping, hair pulling, biting, teasing, oral (female), ejaculation, face riding, manipulation, yandere!kook, noona!kink, sub!jungkook, babyboy!kink, nipple play, blowing, grinding, SMUT Synopsis: You’re a well respected university professor who assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt. 6 - pt.7 - pt.8 - pt. 9 - final

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Jungkook had stayed a bit into the night eating and talking with you. The conversation went well, both of you catching up on what the other had done while you were apart. After a few hours, you both ended up on good terms. Jungkook had explained to you the reason why he had gotten so upset, and you understood completely. You had been so drunk, you honestly don’t remember how bad it looked, but from what Jungkook told you, it was hurtful for him to see.

He left calmly with no kiss or hug, and it felt as if you were newly dating, except this time it wasn’t as sexual. He acted as if you were not the source of his desire, and therein lies the problem as to why you are currently on your bed on a Saturday morning with you favorite vibrator. Your mind tried going back to all the previous encounters you had shared with him, but for some reason, you couldn’t push past the edge. Twenty minutes went by, but nothing.

You reasoned that it was probably the stress from Jungkook asking you to take it slow when it was clear that was not what you wanted. The entire relationship started off with physical attraction, and you weren’t ready to love like he wanted.

The tattoos on his hand had really shocked you as well. The reason for them was because that was how he was feeling when he was away from you, dead. He explained that your name was just a way of him remembering you, but you told him that it was such a huge commitment for someone he barely knew. Of course he insisted that you were worth it, that you would be his only love. And as much as you wanted to reciprocate, you couldn’t. His demand for your time and energy scared you. He had gotten an entire tattoo while you still couldn’t tell him you loved him.

Frustrated because your orgasm didn’t come, you throw your vibrator to the side, blowing strands of your hair away from your face.

“Ugh...what have you done to me, Jungkook?” Just as you say his name your phone starts to ring.

“Speak of the devil.” you murmur to yourself. “Hello?”

“Good morning, noona. How are you?”

“I’m fine, Kookie, and you?”

“I’m good. I was just wondering if you wanted to go out today? Maybe we could go to the pier? I heard they have the best ice cream in town.”

In truth, you were excited at the prospect of spending time with him. Even though your reunion was sudden and unplanned, you really had missed him.

“Sure!”

“Great. I’ll come get you at 12.”

Weeks go by the same as the last with Jungkook wanting to spend time with you. You always end up having fun, but when you get back to your place, he only wants to cuddle. The cuddling always led to kissing, but never went anywhere else.

Each and every time you went out, he made it his mission to tease you endlessly. Even going out to eat ice cream was intense. As you ate he watched you. At one point he noticed when some fell onto your bottom lip, so he swiped it up with his finger and slowly licked it off. He had done this all while staring at you with hooded eyes.

The week while at the movies, his fingers kept sliding over your thighs, teasingly creeping up between them, but never reaching the place you wanted him the most.

Ever since you both made up, he’d become clingier, if that were possible. His reasoning was always that no place was better than to be by your side. Not only had he become more attached, but he was also more demanding. “You’re mine!”, he’d always whine with a pout, while tucking his head deeper into your neck.

So at his request, you were both bundled up on your long couch, wrapped in warm cozy blankets. Your head rested on his chest as he lay back on the arm rest. Your whole body fit snugly between his thighs. The truth was you wanted to rip his jeans off and suck him dry, but you were not about to violate this “relationship building” thing he had going on.

An hour into the movie your stomach suddenly grumbles and Jungkook is quick to get up to make sure you were okay.

“Yes! I’m fine. I think I’m just hungry.” you chuckle and Jungkook doesn’t think it’s funny at all.

“Why haven’t you eaten, noona? What if you get sick? What do you want me to make you?”

Although it was cute, it became annoying that he thought you were incapable of taking care of yourself. Not only that but, you were being sexually deprived and all you wanted was for him to take care of your needs, not your hunger.

“Jungkook, I’m honestly fine. Please just stay here. I’ll be right back.”

You get up, stomping to the kitchen in your long black t-shirt that you borrowed from Jungkook. Grumbling, you reach for a banana on the counter and start to devour it. You’re entire body is facing the sink, so you don’t feel when Jungkook comes in and stands behind you. He watches you intently as you take in bites of the fruit while huffing and puffing your annoyance. It was obvious why you were upset, and he couldn’t get enough of it. Every time he saw you, it took all of his strength to resist you. He wanted to give you what you needed, but on his terms.

Moving in a little closer, he indulges in your body heat. Cuddling on the couch just wasn’t enough and he too was on the brink of frustration, but he wouldn’t give up, not yet.

“What are you-”

Before he can finish his sentence you yelp in surprise turning suddenly only to be shocked by his close proximity. “God, you scared me...why do you always do that?” Jungkook simply smiles and dips his head closer to your own. “Because you’re so adorable when you get flustered.”

His closeness makes you weak, knees buckling and head spinning. Not wanting to get caught up with the way his lips almost touched your own, you slip out on the left of him and walk away. Annoyed, you grab a glass of juice and march out of the kitchen.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, finding the entire thing hilarious. He knew it would only be a matter of time before you gave in. Only when you begged for it, would he give it to you...only when you told him you loved him.

He listens as you stomp the entire way back and then plop on the couch. The truth was you deserved this, he thought to himself. You should have known better than to have been with Yoongi all alone in your home drunk.

Walking back into the living room he finds you on the couch seething. A plan comes into his head when he sees you drinking your juice. Coming to sit by you, he pretends to miss his spot and on the way down knocks the liquid out of your hand and all over the shirt you were wearing. Although Jungkook loved how sexy you looked in it, he wanted to see it off. You jump quickly off the couch assessing the spill

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, noona.”

“Ah! Kook...oh geez, but this is your shirt…” you pout and Jungkook struggles against the desire to kiss you.

“Don’t worry about it, noona. Here let me help you.”

Before you can even process what is happening, he grabs at the edge of your shirt and lifts up. Your hands fly up immediately to cover your breasts. Jungkook does a nervous head tilt and wonders why you felt the need to hide what he’s already seen.

“Jungkook! Why did you…”

“Noona….why are you covering yourself?”

“Well..because I’m not wearing a bra.”

“And?”

“And...well...you didn’t warn me..and….we’re taking things slow..and…”

You're trying to finish your sentence, but the crease on Jungkook’s brow tells you he’s in distress. He looks genuinely offended.

The irrational side of your brain decides to let your hands fall to your side. Jungkook bites his bottom lip and his eyes grow large. For some reason you feel extremely vulnerable when he doesn’t move... or speak.

“Is this better?”

He nods shyly and whispers, “Don’t ever hide from me, noona. You’re mine...all mine.”

His words cause a lump to form in your throat and your heart to beat faster.

You can’t find the strength of voice, so you whisper in return. “Okay, I won’t.”

“Stay here.” His tone is firm yet gentle and so you easily obey. He walks in a few moments later with a small wet towel. Coming closer to you, he begins to wipe at your skin, cleaning the sugary substance off of your chest.

At first he begins on the top part of your chest, taking care to wipe every inch clean. Soon though, he comes down and wipes over your curves gently. Even though he isn’t doing it in a seductive way, something about the way he worships your skin is intoxicating. When he reaches a nipple you take in a sharp breath, trying hard not to show how much your core ached to have him. Your body, however, betrayed you...nipples already hard and pointy.

You don’t even remember when you closed your eyes, but the sensation was just too much to handle.

Jungkook enjoys watching you struggle. The way your skin pricked up the moment he placed the towel against your flesh lit a fire in the pit of his belly. Once again he was suffering in the game of “teach my noona a lesson”. All he wanted was to dip down and take a nipple into his mouth, but he resisted...oh how he resisted.

“There, all clean.” His husky voice has you opening your eyes, confused as to why he didn’t take full advantage of what he saw. He steps back and pecks you on the lips reverently.

“I gotta go, noona. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.” With that he turns to walk out of the door.

You blink twice before your voice spills out into the room uncontrolled.

“You’re a chicken.”

Lips trembling and frustration levels at an all time high, you can’t hold back deciding you were sick of him being such a baby.

Jungkook turns back, eyebrows raised and face scrunched up into a confused, yet amused expression. Nervously you stand there as he watches you. You want to run, but you resist the urge. If he sensed how damn scared you were in that very moment, you would lose the upper hand.

“What did you say, noona?”

With the boldness you never knew you had, you puff out your chest and repeat yourself.

“I said, you’re a wuss!” He steps forward and you step back. Deciding to stand your ground you don’t move at the next step he takes forward. You were determined to let him know that your body was beyond tired of waiting for his little pride to be fixed. You wanted him and he wanted you, so you didn’t understand the issue. He makes it a few inches in front of you before he releases a sharp breath. “I’m sorry, but what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He looks angry and for some reason it turns you on even more. Originally he had come to you as a baby boy, and you were going to make sure that he remembered that.

“It means what it means, Kook. You’re too afraid to touch me. You probably can’t handle me anymore. Is your baby pride hurt so badly that you think you can keep what’s mine? You’re not the only one around here that can claim things. I need all of you, yet you are so...so….fuck you, Kook!” You watch him shrink back a bit. It’s as if he didn’t know who you were in that moment, but it quickly fades away.

His eyes change suddenly, and he steps forward until he completely backs you up against the wall, scanning over your face, lips, and eyes. There’s so much he wants to say and do, but he does nothing.

His chest is rising and falling with quick breaths and his closeness has you completely faded. As soon as you go to speak, he slams his hands against the wall near your head. He growls pushing his chest hard against your own, constricting your ability to breathe. It really didn’t make a difference since you were already out of breath.

“Why would you say that to me, noona? Huh? Why would you hurt me?”

There is no sadness in his tone, just lust.

Regretting having been so mean, you plan your next words carefully. Jungkook had a brittle soul and you knew he trusted very rarely.

“I’m not trying to hurt you. I just don’t know if you still want me.”

He cocks his head looking completely indignant.

“But I do want you. It’s you who doesn’t love me.”

He speaks while his mouth feathers lightly over your face and neck. He inhales your scent and the action makes you rub your thighs together. He notices, so he slides his hands down the wall to settle them on your hips. Slowly he hooks his thumbs into the band of your jeans and rubs your skin gently. Everything he’s doing is making you so confused and light headed. You’re so frustrated that you can’t think straight. “Who says I don’t love you, Kookie?”

At your words Jungkook’s head bolts upright and his eyes crinkle into slits. Tears start to form and he looks so damned soft you want to die. “You love me?”

His thumbs increase in strokes and he moves in even tighter against you. He seems so happy by your words that you answer him whatever he wants to hear. The truth was, you did have strong feelings for him, so it wasn’t too far from the truth. “Yes, baby. I do.”

And that was it. Jungkook snaps in that instance kissing you rough and hard. His hands roam over your body in desperation and your pussy clenches in response. He takes a moment to catch a breath, grabbing your face between his hands.

“Fuck, noona. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” He turns you roughly, pressing your chest into the wall with his body. As he kisses your neck his hands snake to the button of your jeans, and he makes quick work of removing them from your body. When you go to kick them to the side, he moves a hand down into your panties and roughly cups your cunt.

His other hand grabs your hair while his face buries itself into your neck. He licks a long stripe up to your ear and then whines out all his anger.

“Noona, you’re so fucking bad to me. So bad! I’ve only ever wanted to love you...to taste you...be consumed by you. Bend over.”

He pushes you down so that your ass is up. Your hands are braced against the wall looking for support. Grabbing at your panties, he tears them apart, and you’re about two seconds from complaining when he slaps you hard on your right cheek. “Such a bad, noona. So fucking bad. Tell your Kookie how much you love him.”

You don’t answer still recovering from the previous sting. Tired of waiting, he slaps your left cheek and you cry out into the room. “I love you so much, Kookie. So much..”

“I don’t believe you, noona. You’re such a liar.”

Again he slaps you and the sensation brings tears to your eyes. Only when he rubs over it tenderly with his hands does it all go away. “I really do. Fuck me, Kookie. Please fuck your noona so good.”

A huge smile graces his features at hearing your words. Victory, sweet fucking victory.

As you wish, he brings his hard cock up to your wet folds and begins to tease at your opening. He takes his sweet time coating his veiny length while you wait with legs shaking.

Jungkook is beyond satisfied with the way your body vibrates just for him. Deciding that he’s teased you enough, he begins to slide himself into you ever so slowly. The way you both groan into the room is lewd and satisfying. He stretches you completely and you are beyond emotional. When his pace picks up you can’t control yourself . He pounds and pounds while you cry out, hands slipping all over the wall from the force.

“Such...a ….goood...fucking…..boy….!”

Your words are like a poison coursing through his body, drowning him in you. Grabbing your shoulders he pulls you back into his cock, pushing your pussy to its limits. You can feel him kissing your cervix and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Jungkook doesn’t want this to end. He wants to feel your velvet walls wrapped around him forever. He needs more. He hasn’t tasted you in so long.

Pulling you up by your hair so that you’re somewhat flush against his chest, he wraps an arm around your waist securing you in place as you try to balance on the balls of your feet. Having you closer he’s able to kiss and lick your neck while his hand cups your breast.

His growls make you clench and with his free hand he slides his pointer finger and middle finger over his length and into your folds so he can feel himself sliding in and out of you.

“Always so fucking perfect.” he whispers into your ear.

Wanting to feel you milk him, he moves his fingers up onto your clit. When he starts to press and move into it, you lose it. Cumming hard, you cry out savagely, all the pent up need releasing into the room. Jungkook grinds his teeth and pulls you closer as the sensation of you squeezing his cock with your walls overwhelms him.

He helps you ride it out, not stopping his sharp thrusts until he feels you go limp. He returns you to the wall and spreads your legs wider, searching for his own high. Your face is flat against the cool surface as you feel Jungkook thrust himself faster. When he finally cums, he growls out a feral sound. “Mine..all..fucking mine.”

“Yoongi, are you okay?” Namjoon smiles as he watches Yoongi come back from whatever planet he was on. Feeling embarrassed Yoongi smiles back, grabbing Namjoon’s hand in reassurance.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about my friend.”

“Oh yeah, ____, right? Is everything okay with her?”

Was everything okay? He didn’t know. It had been weeks since he’s heard from you. The fact that you both shared an office in the same building and he hasn’t been able to catch you boggled him. Yoongi had an inkling that your lover might be the reason why.

Curiosity had got the better of him, and he ended up searching Jungkook’s name in the database. It’s not that you were old by any means, but Jungkook was twenty two and just starting his life, so Yoongi didn’t understand what you wanted from the relationship. The more obvious reason was sex, but the way you disappeared told another story.

“Um, yeah...I’m just worried because I haven’t seen her in a while.” Namjoon was too perfect, and it wasn’t fair how Yoongi didn’t give him the same attention in return. He felt bad about it, but he couldn’t find it in him to hurt his feelings.

Sometimes Namjoon’s attention worked in keeping Yoongi’s mind preoccupied, but other times it did not. Getting up from the table at the cafe, Yoongi bends down and kisses Namjoon sweetly.

“Listen, how about we take a rain check and I’ll take you out to dinner at another time?”

Sweetly Namjoon nods, and Yoongi’s heart constricts even tighter. He really needed to get over you.

As he walks out of the cafe he tries to text you once more, but again he didn’t get a reply. Annoyed he calls, only to get voicemail. The only way he knew he’d catch up with you was after one of your lectures.

Rushing to clean up so you can get back to Jungkook, you smile like a fool. Last you left him, he was naked wrapped in a warm blanket on the floor next to the fire place. He’d made you scream an insurmountable amount of times last night, and the thought brings a pretty blush to your face.

“____. Hey….”

Surprised, you turn to see Yoongi walking up to you. He looked great, and seeing him again made you feel uneasy. “Hey, Yoongs! What’s up?” The room felt tense, and the interaction felt awkward. Yoongi walks closer to you, taking in how beautiful you look. His mind starts getting scrambled, his words disappearing. “I..How are you? I haven’t seen you in so long. I thought we were best buddies?” He inwardly cringes at his own words, but lately he wasn’t sure what you were. What could he say to you when things were so obviously not the same?

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’ve just been so busy with classes, and stuff. You know… how about you? How’s Nam…? Nam...?”

“Namjoon.”

“Yes, Namjoon.”

Yoongi stays quiet for a bit longer than he should have. He honestly didn’t know how to answer.

“He’s great. So, when are you available for us to get together? I miss you.”

It was the truth, Yoongi thought, but he hated how vulnerable he felt saying it.

“I..I’m not sure. I don’t think I can, but I’ll let you know.”

Hating how you were shutting him out, Yoongi snaps.

“____, listen. What is going on with you? You barely talk to me anymore. You never answer my calls or texts. I don’t even see you anymore. Are you okay? Is this about Jungkook?”

Your eyes grow wider and the already pink tint on your cheeks turns crimson. Yes, you weren’t really hiding him anymore, but you didn’t want Yoongi to judge you.

“Ugh...well..yes. I mean...I’m not ignoring you on purpose. It’s just hard to balance a relationship and work.”

“Yeah. I get it, but like...it’s me, ____.”

He frowns and you mimic his actions subconsciously. When did you forget your love for Yoongi? He was your best friend, at least you hoped he still was. There may have been that awkward moment in your relationship, but he didn’t deserve to be ignored.

“I’m sorry, Yoongs. Let’s go out tomorrow, yeah?”

A small smile forms on his lips and his eyes brighten. “Yeah. Let’s do that, just me and you. Like old times!”

He moves forward to hug you, and you’re startled by the gesture. Jungkook wasn’t there, but you were afraid that somehow he’d know. Yoongi is completely confused. Since when had you stopped hugging friends? “Yeah! I gotta go. I’ll see you then. I’ll call you.” You run off as if he had the plague and as he stands alone in the hall, he wonders what the hell was really going on with you.

Jungkook had been out with Jimin and you hoped he wouldn’t come home to see you getting ready for your night out with Yoongi. It’s not like you were going to do anything with him, but last time Jungkook saw you with him, he had been very upset. Running into the living room, you grab your purse and keys. As soon as you bend down to put on your shoes, the front door starts to open. “Fuck!” you swear silently. Throwing your keys and purse on the couch, you hide them behind a pillow before he can see.

Surprised to see you standing by the door, Jungkook smiles his bright smile at you, and your heart aches a little for not telling him the truth.

“Wow, you look beautiful, noona. Is this all for me?”

You should tell him that you were going to go out with an old friend like a big girl, but you can’t find a way to say it to the sweet boy standing in front of you. “Hey...you’re back early. I thought you’d be with Jimin the rest of the night.”

“Yeah, I was, but then I missed you too much.” You couldn’t argue with that, neither could you take his smile away. An insane amount of guilt starts to build in the pit of your stomach. Yoongi would be waiting for you, and yet Jungkook was right in front of you, beaming. “Honey, we’re always together. Don’t you want some time away from me?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen and his mouth forms into frown. “No, noona. I can never get enough of you.” He quickly moves forward enveloping you in a tight hug. He rubs his adorable nose over your neck and shoulder, taking you in. He feels small even though he’s so much bigger than you. You chuckle when he tickles your neck with kisses. “Kookie...is it okay if I go out?”

He stiffens in your hold, and you immediately regret saying anything. Moving back, he looks straight at you as if you’ve just put a knife into his heart.

“Why? Why..would you leave when I came home to be with you? I missed you so much. You’re mine….mine...mine..mine.” He steps back and stomps his feet. You didn’t need this right now.

“I was just going to meet up with friends, but if you don’t want…”

“No! I don’t want you to leave. I need you...I need you here, noona…”

Once again he makes his way into your arms, but this time he dips down to kiss you tenderly. “This is mine..” he whispers into your lips.

“And this is mine…” he kisses your nose.

Getting on his knees he presses his face into your cunt. “And this is mine….” The vibrations from his voice make you buck forward and Jungkook smiles.

“Please, noona. Let me taste you. You're all mine. I want everything.” Glancing back to the couch where your phone was hidden in your purse, you pray that Yoongi had the sense to leave when he realizes you weren’t going to show up.

“Okay baby boy. Take off your clothes and go to the bed. Lie down and close your eyes.” Immediately he obeys, almost skipping into the bedroom.

You quickly run to text Yoongi an apology and then hide your phone. You didn’t know what to say next, so you empty your mind of Yoongi, and fill it with thoughts of the naked man waiting for you in the other room.

You find him right where you told him to be. He looks so ready, cock standing tall against his abs. His eyes are shut and his body has a light sheen of sweat. He really did love you, so much so, his body reflected it.

“Such a good boy.” At the sound of your voice you notice his cock twitch. Smirking you walk to the side of the bed and sit next to him. His hands are at his sides, his body obediently rigid and taught. “What's the matter, Kookie? Did you miss your noona that much?” he quickly nods, tucking his lips into his teeth and pressing firmly.

Wanting to test his limits, you blow air onto his chest and he visibly shudders. Feeling hot, you stand up to remove your clothing. He looks so fucking ready and you haven’t even laid a finger on him.

Crawling onto the bed, you settle yourself on top of his dick. Grabbing his arms, you place them above his head as you bend down to whisper into his ear. “Don’t move, no matter what. Be a good boy, or your noona won’t let you taste her pussy.”

Again he stills, wanting so badly to please you. “Yes, noona. Anything for you.”

Smiling you bite down on his jugular and he hisses. You lick a path from his neck down to his chest, where you take in one of his nipples. A small whimper creeps out of his mouth and you almost want to cry at how good he sounds for you. You suckle on it gently and his hips buck forward a bit. “Ah...don’t move!” you chastise.

“Ok..I’m sorry.”

Again you flick over his nipple, biting on them just enough to drive him crazy. Soon your hips starts a rotating motion while his cock slides between your folds. You’re so wet, each roll of your hips almost slides him inside. Jungkook wants to enter you so desperately, but he knows he has to be a good boy for you.

The delicious friction of his rock hard cock ignites a fire in the pit of your belly.

“Fuck, baby. You’ve got such a big hard cock for your noona. Are you gonna wreck me, puppy? Please wreck me…”

A switch flicks inside of him and he’s quick to pull you up so that your pussy lines up with his mouth. “Need to taste you...wanna fuck you…”

Clasping his lips over your cunt, Jungkook licks and slurps into your opening. The way he takes in your pussy has you grabbing onto his long hair tightly. Your knees shake from the overpowering sensations.

Needing to cum, you use your puppy for all he’s worth. Rolling your hips, you begin to grind down onto his mouth, while using his hair as reins you guide him to where you need him most. Jungkook indulges, wrapping his hands over your thighs to hold you flush against his face. He doesn’t care that he can’t breathe. You were all the breath he needed...he could eat you for hours.

“Just like that...yes...ugh...just like that...fuck!”

He’s in heaven when he feels you cum hard over his face. Your juices slide down over his mouth and he can’t get enough. He looks up and watches your breasts bounce from the force of your orgasm. Just watching you like this was more than he could take.

He goes completely numb, the sensation in his lower belly building into a raging fire. His abs clench, and then he feels his cock spurt out cum all over his stomach. His mouth releases its hold on your pussy as he can longer hold in the whimpers caused from his own powerful orgasm.

You realize in your lust filled haze that Jungkook has just cum all by himself without being touched. Sliding down over his body, your stomach smearing his cum all over, you place sweet kisses all over his face.

“So..so good. My sweet baby.” A final deep and dirty kiss has him keening.

“Such a perfect angel. My best boy. I love you.”

The praises pour out of your lips and fill Jungkook with complete happiness. You were never going to leave him. Ever.

You're in the bathroom preparing the shower for both of you when your phone rings. Jungkook wonders who it could be since he knows you didn’t talk to anyone. He runs towards the source, but can’t seem to find it. Realizing it’s coming from under the pillow he finds your purse and then your phone. He was too late to answer it, but not late enough to see that it was from Yoongi. Not only that, but there were at least ten text messages from him. Realizing that he was whom you were supposed to meet tonight, he feels his stomach turn. Fuming, he wonders what it will take for him to leave you alone. Hearing you call his name he hides your things once again and trudges towards the bathroom.

Yoongi was beginning to be a thorn on his side and it was apparent he would need to take more serious action.

— PT 8

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diamond freckles | baekhyun

.summary. you love him, he knows that much. and baekhyun could give you everything. so why does it bother him so much that you have male friends? .word count. 7k .pairing. ceo!baekhyun x reader .genre. smut + fluff

.warnings. mature language, semi-public, public, oral .author’s note. this is the promised smut for the taste of gold!! i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it too. if there’s any typo’s..... i don’t really care sorry

You swallow and swirl your drink in your glass again, before putting it down to press your hand to your face in embarrassment. Your laugh slips through the cracks anyway, as you lean into yourself and shake your head with a smile. Sehun raises his fork again and tries to maneuver the food closer to you without spilling it, wearing a big smile himself. When you lower your guard enough, he swoops in and dangles the food so close to you that you can only open your mouth and let him feed you.

As soon as he pulls away you smack him in the chest, making him burst out laughing. His eyes turn into little moons, cheeks puffy and childlike. From your other side, Bea turns and giggles, petting you on the head and rubbing her hand over your shoulder. You turn with a fake glare. “What are you two doing?”

“We have been ordered by the big boss to take care of you,” Bea grins, also scooping food and trying to feed you. You push her hand back down with a squeak of her and cause some of the rice grains to scatter on the beautiful, rose-colored table cloth. Some of your coworkers send smiles in the direction of the end of the table, and laugh along.

Sehun suddenly wraps his arm around your shoulder though, and pulls you close to him so he can hover his lips next to your ear. “Now we have a reason to baby you. Not that I need one because I already pay for your coffee every time but,” he motions his spoon at the far end of the table, “if I don’t Mr. Byun might fire me on the spot.”

“Okay,” you straighten up in your chair and glance between your two friends, “but I don’t need to be babied. Just be yourselves. You were never like this before so I don’t know why you’re acting so strange now.”

Bea clears her throat and lifts her brow at you, a funny expression on her pretty face. “Yeah, but you’re getting married now. To a billionaire.” With that she turns your head towards the far end of the long table, right at your fiancé. Baekhyun is sitting surrounded with some of his business partners, only few of them younger then fifty. You smile. Baekhyun looks— for lack of a better mental image, bored out of his mind. He’s doing a very professional job of hiding it, but you know him too well by now.

It’s not been that long since the boss has been joining the lunch meetings, but you’re glad any time he does. That way you get to see him more often and make sure he’s eating well. Normally, you two send each other winks and looks from so far across each other, but tonight Baekhyun doesn’t seem in the mood. He’s most likely forced to pay attention to what is being said.

You poke out your tongue to wet your lips for a second as you watch him. He looks amazing tonight, though this doesn’t surprise you anymore. Your to-be husband still looks good after three days of no sleep and about 75 cups of coffee. His hair is much softer of color than when you first met him, the caramel color having faded to a light washed blond that has stuck around for a long while now. His dark blue, velvet suit looks crisp and smoother than smooth, making his shoulders look immaculately masculine and his body muscular.

You wish for a second he would give you a single glance, but you also know that a business like his doesn’t run from playing around and so you settle on pouting as you entertain your friends. Towards the end of dinner, Baekhyun seems to say his goodbye’s to some of the old men at the end of the table, and stands up. From the split second you catch his eyes you can tell something is wrong. Baekhyun’s sharp gaze is piercing, lingering ever so long on Sehun’s arm where it’s wrapped around your shoulder still.

Without another word you watch him make his way out of the painfully expensive chairs and toss his napkin down, and out the room with robotic steps. Bea notices too, and pushes Sehun’s arm off your shoulder. “You’ve pissed him off, Hun!” she points, pulling her lips into a sharp line. “I already told you that you always overdo it with the touching. My boyfriend got pissed too, when he saw you hanging all over me.”

Before Sehun can give the no doubt, snarky response to follow, you interrupt and sigh. “I don’t think it’s that. Baekhyun’s not the jealous type. Things must have gone wrong with the discussion, or something.” At that, Sehun’s eyes soften. He pushes his plate away a little to put his elbow on the table and leans his face into his hand.

“You should probably go see him,” he says, eyes finding yours again.

Though you nod, you pick up your fork again. “I will, in a bit. Better to let him calm down first. Besides, it’s rude for an employee to just get up during the middle of lunch and leave.”

“You’re not any old employee though,” Bea points out, stuffing some shrimp in her mouth.

“I’m just as much of an employee as you guys are.”

Lunch happens to take a while longer than expected. And because Heaven’s Gate employees have such weird schedules, it’s not abnormal for people to have drinks at 4 in the afternoon. You’ve never been much of a drinker, so after a two shared bottles you’re already a little tipsy. You and your co-workers end up having a good time, and you start to understand why Bea likes the lunches. Baekhyun takes great care of his employees. When everyone finally starts to clear out, you decide it’s time to go.

You stretch out and pick up your bag, only to find three missed calls of your fiancé. Confused, you wave your friends a quick goodbye and head out into the hall. When you dial back, you come onto voicemail, and run your hands through your hair. Why is he not picking up now, that man is always on his phone? You look at the time, and pull your lip between your teeth. It’s only 5:07 right now, he should still be at work.

You sigh and toss your phone into your bag, before making your way over to the elevator. Baekhyun— though a sweetheart, has a tendency to become quite the drama queen when people— or more particularly you ignore his calls. You brush it off as nothing more and step into the elevator to find your way to his penthouse. But by the time you get to the thirteenth floor, he’s already waiting for you. Well, he’s waiting for the elevator, you just so happen to be in it. “There you are,” you sigh. “Why are you not picking up your phone?”

Baekhyun has the decency to look surprised, but enters the elevator without saying a word to you, much to your confusion. He steps into the overly expensive room and presses two buttons, before leaning his back to the wall and staring at the ground. You frown. It’s obvious that something is bothering him, but it’s hard to tell with Baekhyun sometimes and so you can’t help but cross your arms over your chest and stare at him. “What are you doing, Byun Baekhyun?” you question.

He lifts his eyes for a second, but looks toward the door just as quickly, straight up ignoring you. You’re not one to start a scene, you’re really not, but you really don’t like people ignoring you. Baekhyun knows this. So instead of getting fed up like he clearly wants you to, you roll your eyes and look at the front as well, listening to the soft elevator music instead. You arrive at his destination quickly, and watch as he makes his way out of the elevator, shoulders bunched up and squared.

He must be stressed out. You follow behind him without another word and walk over to his penthouse doors, to which a small dismissal sound comes from your fiancé. He looks over his shoulder with a frown and sighs. “I’m just here to pick something up. Don’t follow me.” As he makes his way through the door he tries to push it closed behind him, but you’re too quick. For being this many years older than you, he sure likes to act like an overgrown child sometimes.

He luckily gives up quickly and stomps away just a tad too loud, to go find whatever it is that he needs. You sigh and wait by the door, staring at him as he moves throughout the space that has come to feel like home in the last year and a half. He walks fast and makes a huge mess, by which you can tell he’s upset. He normally doesn’t act like a borderline diva, though he has the amount of money where people wouldn’t be surprised if he did. It leaves you to wonder what happened and what could possibly have gotten him that upset.

When he finally comes back to the door, one of his car keys in hand, he stops in front of you and has the nerve to raise his eyebrows at you. You were going to let him rage out, but now you don’t feel like it anymore. “Will you stop acting like a child and tell me what’s going on?” you bring out, frowning now. Baekhyun’s jaw ticks as he looks down at you, and with a swift move he brushes past you to get back to the elevator. You turn around though and grab at his hand.

Baekhyun sighs, and runs his free hand over his face. “I don’t feel like it.” He seems to look apologetic for a second when you let go of him, before looking away and getting into the elevator. When you follow behind he pushes the button of the ground floor and you two travel down in silence. He chews his lips, before finally uncrossing his arms and looking over at you, though still with eyebrows knitted together. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

You glance at him, back pressed against the wall and eyes sharp and analytical. You hates it when he uses his business attitude on you. “I was talking to my friends at dinner and my volume was turned down.”

Baekhyun scoffs then, and looks away. “Right, you were talking to your friends.” He fishes his phone out of his back pocket and holds it up for you to see. Your face is looking back at you there, and Baekhyun’s lips pushed to your cheeks. “For over an hour.”

“I really was,” you sigh, waiting for the doors of the elevator to open. Luckily most employees would have gone home by now, but you still don’t want to make a big scene in the welcome hall of the most prestigious homing chain in all of Asia. You just hope that he settles down a little.

He doesn’t. His cheeks ever start to color a little with how angry he’s getting at this point, though he’s doing his best to keep the business-like pokerface on. “I know, that’s the problem. Why are you always spending more time and effort on other guys?” When the lifts dings he grabs your wrist and drags you behind him, only stopping until you two are out into the chilly afternoon air.

Your eyes widen at his words though. “You cannot be serious,” you laugh, out of annoyance or surprise you don’t quite know. This isn’t like Baekhyun, and so you can’t believe him making such a big deal out of nothing. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Don’t try to turn this into a game. I’m really fucking serious!” he sighs, clenching his jaw again and letting go of your wrist. With a wave to the bellboy, he tosses the car keys over to him. Only then does he meet your eyes again, irises dark. “We only have so much time to spend together and you can’t even set aside half an hour to see me after my meeting? Why does it always have to be me putting in effort? You don’t put in any effort at all, even though I do everything in my power to come see you.” With every word he steps closer to you, until you’re reaching out to put a hand over his mouth and he steps back and down a stair angrily. You don’t mean to shush him, but he’s being extremely overdramatic.

When you open your mouth to respond, Baekhyun jumps in yet again, voice now almost at shouting level. “And why the hell were you talking to Sehun for so damn long and why the hell was he whispering in your ear?!”

“Baekhyun!” you bring out, glaring at him from under your lashes. That’s enough.

At your call, Baekhyun pouts and takes your wrist again, leading you down to the driveway where you can see his lights appear from the distance. “I can give you everything you could ever want,” he mumbles, more to himself than to you. “Sehun sure as hell can’t, I’ll tell you that. Do you need me to tell you his paycheck?”

When the car rolls up, you break your hand out of his strong grip and shake your head at him. “You know I never cared about any of that.”

“Yeah, but you should care about me.” He stares at you for a long while, and you can only look at him in disbelief. You do care about him, more than you care about anything or anyone else. Baekhyun breaks your look by walking around the back of the car and opening the driver’s door. He rubs his hand over his brows, before sighing. “Get in the car.”

And though you’re mad, you do. You refuse to become the petty child. After you slam the door of his Rolls Royce and you hear Baekhyun wince at the sound, you press your face against the glass and look out instead. The drive is quiet for the first time in a long while, filled with only the sound of his breathing steadying out and the movement of his hands on the wheel. When you drive past some of the familiar streets of Gangnam, you swallow. “Where are we going?” Your apartment is the other direction.

When Baekhyun doesn’t immediately respond, you look over at him. The sun that’s lowering behind the horizon casts a pretty orange glow on his face, peeking past his profile as he drives. He takes his eyes off the road for a split second to look over at you. “I’m taking you somewhere.” His grip tightens on the steering wheel, and almost as an afterthought he mumbles something else. “I’ll show you why you shouldn’t flirt with other men.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” you say, glaring out the window now. How can someone you love so much make you so damn mad sometimes? It’s almost as if he’s doing it on purpose. You know he’s not though, he can’t stand arguments.

“Yeah, well… it bothered me anyway,” Baekhyun grunts, voice lowering as he takes a left and speeds onto the highway, letting the engine roar.

Even though you know you should just leave it, you open your mouth again. You could blame it on the alcohol later. “Maybe that’s your problem and not mine.” When you feel Baekhyun’s eyes pierce into the side of your face, you tutt your lips. He shifts gears and rests his hand there, face moving between you and the road. If there’s one thing Baekhyun’s really not good at, it’s confrontation. If he can be annoying, so can you, right? It’s not like you’ve been trying to solve things the entire time. “You should work on it, people will start thinking you’re spoiled if you keep acting this way.”

This really makes Baekhyun mad, you can tell by the way his hand moves from the shift to link into yours. His grip is almost vice-like, as if saying that he’s had enough now. A wordless warning on his part. “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” You’re done too.

“Just get me out of this stupid car. I wanna go home and hang out with Sehun.” Baekhyun’s fingers twitch where they are intertwined with yours, getting even tighter if that’s possible. You play with the edge of your black pencil skirt instead of looking at him. “At least he knows how to treat someone he cares about.”

Baekhyun almost chokes. “What did you say?”

“I said: At least he knows how to treat a woman!” Your shout bounces around in the car. With one move you pull your hand out of his and lace your own together in your lap. Baekhyun just scoffs and presses down on the gas more, passing over the bridge far above the maximum speed. You don’t say anything else, choosing to watch the cars as you speed by them with a loud roar of the overpriced machine.

After driving for a good ten minutes you get to a calmer part of the city, and Baekhyun suddenly slows down and maneuvers to the right. He stops the car along a sidestreet roughly, making the both of you slam forward. Then he gets out and opens his door, staring you down from his upright position. You notice that his cheeks are flushed, and that he’s still clearly mad. You’ve since calmed down a little though. “Get out the car,” Baekhyun says, eyes hard and piercing as he regards you.

Though you feel like questioning him, you do as he asks and get out, before crossing your arms over your chest. He then lifts his one brow and clenches his jaw, staring you down over the roof. “Get into the back seat and take off your clothes. And you better hurry up before I come help you.” Now this, you should have expected. The few times you’ve had fights— and they’ve been scarce, he’s always been like this. When he’s really, really mad, he needs comfort in a way that only him bossing you around can fill.

You blink at him blankly for a second, but yank open the back door and get in. It’s not anywhere near dark yet, and the windows are not nearly as tinted as you’d like them. But now your anger has subsided, you want to make up, and you know this is the way Baekhyun likes to do it. So you kick off your shoes and shimmy out of your skirt. With a few swift hand movements you rid yourself of the white top as well, and take a deep breath. For some reason you didn’t think of this while you were being rude, and now you know you’ll have to face the consequences.

A tingle pools in the pit of your stomach when the door opens, and your to-be husband pokes his head inside. He looks you up and down slowly, catching that you’re wearing some of his favorite lingerie. Normally this would bring a smile to his gorgeous lips, but right now he’s not up for games. He looks over his shoulder to the main road which is only a good twenty feet away, and then licks his bottom lip. “Good. Now come here and open your legs, baby. I’m going to show the entirety of South Korea who you belong to.”

This— you don’t expect. You’d literally be in open view of any drivers passing by. Your eyes widen at him. “Baekhyun, people could take pictures.”

“So what? Everyone can know how pretty you look when you cum on my lips for my part.” His slim hands wrap around your thighs and pull you forward, making your butt rest right at the edge of the seats. You squeak. He opens your legs smoothly, and ducks to throw them over his shoulders. Like this you can feel his breath on your core, as you bite your lip. This must be the dumbest idea he’s ever had. “Pick me a safe word,” Baekhyun whispers, before starting to place kisses along your inner thigh, from your knee to the edge of your underwear.

You swallow and grab onto the leather of the driver’s seat. “Sehun,” you whisper quietly, watching as Baekhyun’s face twists from confusion to amusement until a darkness settles in his eyes. You’re going to suffer, and you honestly can’t wait.

“You naughty, little brat,” Baekhyun smiles, gliding his index finger along your clothed slit. “What would your friend do knowing he’s being mentioned when you’re getting fucked by someone else, huh?” His lips press kisses over your underwear and up to your belly button as his finger plays along the edge of your panties, before pulling them from your skin to let them slap back. “Who made you this wet, Y/N?”

“You did,” you swallow, free hand gliding through his hair to tangle in it.

“I haven’t even touched you yet and I can already slide my fingers in you.” He places another kiss at the edge of the fabric and pokes out his tongue to look up at you, before his finger slides underneath the pretty piece to collect the wetness that’s coating your underwear. “Don’t you like it a little too much, being exposed like this?” His soft kisses turn more violent, adding teeth and leaving marks on your soft skin. “Or are you just this crazy about me, huh?”

You whimper when his one finger starts gliding up and down, just brushing your clit every so often like a tease. “Both,” you say, voice pathetically affected already. It’s like you’re conditioned to him, Pavlov’s dog has nothing on you. Already, your body is tingling with the knowledge of what is to come next. While his slim finger continues his slow attack on your core, his other hand comes to grab your thigh, tightly. “Ah,” you moan when he bites the inside of your leg particularly hard, body jerking a bit, “fuck, Baekhyun.”

In one smooth move he removes his body from yours to slide your panties down your legs, cold air quick to nip at your skin. Then his body is back to cover yours from the direct view, though if anyone were to drive by— it would be very clear what is happening. You guess you’re in luck this street is somewhat desolate. His lips draw you away from worry when he places a soft kiss there, followed by another. His hands lift your hips into a more comfortable position and then in one smooth move his licks up from bottom to top.

He pulls away too soon, and only brings more cold tingles to your body. When you want to tangle your fingers in his hair again to pull him closer, Baekhyun shakes his head with a grin and pushes your hand away. “Nuh uh, bad girls don’t get to touch,” his voice is lithe, but deep nevertheless, eyes reflecting the same intensity there, “find something else to hold onto.”

When you pout, he looks back down and squeezes your soft skin between his fingers. He gives in and bends back down to give you another kitten lick, before he settles his lips around your clit and sucks sharply. You immediately twitch because of it, and grab onto the leather of the seats. His sucks go from hard to softer, and back again as his one hand comes up to toy with your entrance.

Long fingers slide just in to slide back out, making you whine in anticipation. You should have kept your mouth shut. Baekhyun’s mouth then sinks lower, tongue now giving deeper and harder licks and kisses. Though you can’t see it, you can imagine him with his chin dripping with your juices, all while still dressed in his ridiculously expensive suit. The thought makes your legs clench tight, which makes Baekhyun chuckle against you.

His fingers now find the place where his mouth was earlier and brush soft circles over your clit with his thumb. His tongue and lips suck and lick and eat you out so busily that a loud slurping rings through the silence of the car. You can’t hold it anymore, and grab at his soft hair, pulling his face even closer. Baekhyun moans a little at the pull, movement stuttering just slightly. He could be mad, but chooses not to. Instead he just opens your legs more with his free hand and gives you a little nip. “Ah- sh- Baekhyun!”

Your body is warming up quickly, sweat sticking your back to the leather and skin erupting with goosebumps. His mouth doesn’t give up for a second, only motivated more by your sounds, as well as his fingers. His tongue moves in and out of you along with the movement of his thumb, now roughly flicking your clit— fast and hard. The coil is your belly is already rolled so tight, you know it can’t take much longer before you come. His mouth is so warm and wet against you, and yet your body feels tingly cold. The temperature difference is enchanting.

When you wince at his touch, Baekhyun laughs again. He pulls back a little to look up at you from under his lashes. “This is a better view than I have normally,” he presses licks and kisses to your bottom lips in between the words, fingers now moving back down to fully slide in you. You can’t help but moan at the sudden fullness, finally having something to clench around. “Eating your wife out in full view of the sunset,” he continues, wrapping his tongue back around your over-sensitive bud.

He adds a third finger inside you as he thrusts them inside, making the car shake from the movement. You bite your bottom lip— hard, and open your eyes to watch his handiwork. His hair is sticking just slightly to his forehead, lips red like cherries and as you expected, lips and chin smeared with your juices. When he sees you looking, he removes his lips from you to poke out his tongue, and pull as much of it as he can into his mouth. You moan again and jerk your head back at a particularly hard thrust of his fingers.

“I’m not your wife,” you say, trembling at his nibble around your clit. Your entire body is beaming now, coil so tight that you’ll get there any second. Baekhyun must be able to feel it, since his lips and hands get more eager. At your words though, he pulls out his hand to your great dislike, and sits up to look at you. His eyes are dark, though his cheeks are flushed and lips are parted slightly.

He moves quickly to lean into the car and lay his body over your naked one, thigh pressing sharply in between your legs. The changed feeling of friction makes you whimper, hips rubbing up and down the fabric. Baekhyun hovers his face just above yours and grabs your jaw between his two fingers, before smiling at you. His lips brush your ear. “Not yet, no. But soon enough, you will be. And I can’t wait to get to treat you like a queen all day long.” He flexes his thigh for you and moves it up and down along your slit as he kisses your lips gently.

The sudden shift is intoxicating, as well as the taste of you on him. His tongue tangles with yours for just a second, before you need to pull away to breathe. “F-fuck, baby, I’m so close.” Baekhyun’s one hand finds your breast and slides underneath the garment to pinch your nipple as he smiles, clearly enjoying your already-fucked-out expression. Your lips parted to get in enough air, cheeks bright red and eyes barely able to hold open.

“I’m going to make you come on my lips and fingers, and then again on my cock. And then I’m going to drive you to my house and make you come again, against the wall, okay?” At this point you are so far gone that you can only shake your head wildly, clinging to his shoulders like a lifeline. Not that he has to ask, he owns you anyway. Baekhyun moves back down for you, not bothered in the slightest by the wet patch on his suit, and wraps your legs back around his face.

His breath is hot now, your body just about trembling with how past ready you are. When his lips slide back in place around your clit and his fingers back inside you, you can feel the coil start to unravel. Two more thrusts and you’re coming with a scream and your fingers tangles sharply in his hair. Your back lifts from the leather, curling into his touch more. “Mh-Baekhyun!” He doesn’t stop while you shake through your orgasm, heat washing all over you and your vision going white. Only when your legs stop trembling so hard and when your noises quiet does he stop moving.

He pulls his fingers out of you and dips them into his mouth instead, cleaning them off with his tongue entirely. Then he stands up and smiles down at your pathetic pout. “My turn.” He zips down his pants under your hazy gaze, suit ruined because of the dirt and your juices. But he doesn’t take the pants off, only moving it out of the way enough to let his hard cock free. His head is red and dripping with precum, veiny from being in it’s confinement for so long. Baekhyun’s probably more aware of where and who he is than you are right now. “Turn around, angel,” he says gently, helping you flip over so your upper body is resting on the seat and your hips can be levelled with his.

You can hear the smile in his voice as he talks, satisfied with your fucked-out reaction. You’re already hanging on a thread and he’s not even been inside you yet. “You remember the safe word, don’t you?” he whispers then, trailing his fingers down your side. You manage a little nod, before letting your cheek rest on the leather. Baekhyun laughs a little at your reaction, before pressing his head to your entrance and sliding in ever so slowly. He stretches you just right, tingling your walls. His cock feels so much better than his fingers do, that you have to grab onto the seat belt for your life. “Tell me you want me,” he says than, stilling fully buried in you.

“I want you,” you murmur, face pressed to the cold leather and knees still weak from before, “I want you so bad. Please, move, Baekhyun.” You regret it almost as soon as you say it because he moves hard— sharply pulling out and slamming back in so that your hip bones slam into the side of the seats and your nails dig into your hands. His body moves in and out perfectly, filling you up every time and sending you reeling. You’re too tired to lift your body up, so your entire top half just moves with the motion and shakes the car in the process.

The cold metal of his pants slapping against your butt only adds to the sharp building in your body, so soon after the other already. Baekhyun’s grip on your hips is vice-like, and when he angles you up a little more, you cry out. “Ah- oh my- fuck, right there! Right there, Baekkie, don’t stop.” He doesn’t. His sharp movements get even harder, if that is possible, his breathing heavy and laboured. At this point your clinging onto that single seat belt so hard that it might snap any second.

“Are you close, baby?” You give a non committal noise that can mean anything, but Baekhyun doesn’t mind. “I’m close too. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pressed his one hand to the small of your back to hold you still, and moans. His other hand moves under your body to rub at your clit again, which is still so sensitive that you have to squeeze your eyes shut so tight it hurts.

“Baekhyun, baekhyun,” you murmur, his hips snapping in you at a vicious pace and not slowing once, “I’m gonna-” Before you can finish the words he squeezes your clit between his fingers and sends you over the edge, body jerking wildly in his hold. Your legs give out entirely, and your ears ring so loud that you can’t even hear yourself anymore. You might be screaming bloody murder for all you know. Baekhyun keeps moving until he too, comes, with a deep grown from deep down. His cum fills you up even more, dripping down your legs and ruining his suit even more.

You two stay like that for a few seconds, before he sighs because of sensitivity and pulls out. His cum mixed with yours drips down your legs, but you’re too exhausted to move, let alone do anything about it. Baekhyun rubs your back gently, before leaning over you and grabbing your skirt from the floor. He uses it to clean up your mess, before tossing it back. You whine a little because that cost a lot, but Baekhyun doesn’t care. Of course he doesn’t. You hear him clean himself up best he can, before he helps you sit up in the car and helps you tug on your blouse. “Tired?”

You look up at him to see his little smile, proud and clearly satisfied with his work. You nod and pout a little, as Baekhyun brushes your hair away from your face. “Okay, nap a little while I drive. We’re almost there, okay?” He closes the back door for you and gets in in front. You stare at him in the rear view mirror, and pull your naked legs close, suddenly feeling cold without his body to cover yours.

“We’re lucky no one saw us,” you mumble as you lean into the door, “that could have been really bad.”

Baekhyun catches your eyes for a second, before giving you a guilty smile. At least he has the decency to look slightly apologetic. “Actually, two cars drove by,” he admits, as your eyes fly open. “You didn’t notice…” he continues, looking back at the road, “but I don’t think they saw. I was covering you anyway.” Though you want to be mad, you’re too tired to. You shake your head at him, but soon you fall asleep against the cold window.

When you wake up, it’s dark out. It’s dark out, and you’re cold, but held against a warm body. Baekhyun’s carrying you bridal style, your cheek resting against his collar bone. You look around slightly. “Where are we?” Even though it’s dark, you’re sure you don’t recognize this place. It’s not your apartment, nor is it his, because you can hardly carry a half naked girl through the middle of Gangnam. Baekhyun smiles down at you when he notices you’re awake and keeps walking.

“You know how I said I was taking you somewhere?” He nods forward then, to the giant house up ahead. “It was supposed to be a bit of a surprise but I guess I ruined it by being moody. I remember you telling me that you’ve always wanted to live near the sea, so I got us a little vacation place.” And sure enough, if you listen you can hear the waves rolling in the distance, crashing against the rocks.

“Little?” you repeat, looking at the giant house as you come up to it now, “This thing is bigger than our houses combined, Baek.” He nods and giggles softly.

“I might have gone a bit overboard.” He walks you up the last bit of stairs to arrive to the door, and looks down at you. “I’m going to have to put you down for a second, okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I can walk,” you blush, embarrassment coloring your features. As he puts you down, you wobble a bit, muscles still trembling a little from before. Your bare feet on the stone are ice cold, but luckily Baekhyun pushes the key into the lock soon. As the door opens, the lights automatically come on in the hallway, house pristine and smelling of vanilla. Once again, Baekhyun’s outdone himself in an attempt to show his endless love for you. Your mouth drops open a little as you walk in.

“I know it’s a lot, but the only reason I bought this place is because we have a big garden with privacy and an amazing view. I could hardly make them take down half the house, could I?” When you look over your shoulder at him, he smiles a little and lifts his shoulders. “I’m an idiot, I know. But lets go check out the bedroom for now, okay? You can explore later.”

When he grabs your hand in his and drags you along eagerly, you smile. “Baekhyun, I’m tired. I need energy to go play in the ocean tomorrow.”

He pushes open one of the doors towards the end of the hall and nods, though his eagerness sure doesn’t seem to agree with his words. “Of course, you do. But this is a brand new house. And I think,” he closes the door behind you and dims the light of the room, “it’s missing that personal touch.” The room is huge and beautiful, with a canopy bed and gorgeous windows but you don’t get to see much of it because Baekhyun is in front of you and caging your body to the wall. “And I did promise you three orgasms tonight, so…”

Luckily for him, the nap did help you out a lot. You smile as you grab his chin between your fingers. “What are you waiting for then?” Within a second, his lips are slotted over yours and you’re tangling together again, and this time he lets you push his suit jacket off his shoulders. Baekhyun’s hands are more eager now, unbuttoning your blouse and letting it slide off, so you’re back into lingerie immediately. His kisses are softer now than before, his anger long gone and replaced with the same love and care that you always associate him with. As he starts making up your neck, you sigh, running your fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe you got this mad because of Sehun. I didn’t know you were the jealous type,” you whisper.

Baekhyun hums, and wraps his arms around your waist tightly as his lips sink lower again. “I wasn’t this mad about Sehun, not really. I- uh.” He stops for a second to pull back and look you in the eyes, a serious glint settling there. “One of my shareholders had the audacity to propose me an arranged marriage with his daughter in turn of a part of his company and part of his stocks.” His hands find your thighs now, sliding your underwear back down and shaking his head. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it, but if he keeps it in it’ll only keep bothering him.

Before you can say anything to comfort him, he’s working on your bra and lifting you up into his strong arms. “And when I told him I have an amazing fiancée who I love, he dared to tell me you didn’t look like much, and that you probably are dating me for my money. That’s why I-” When he looks back at you, his eyes are turned a bit down. He puts you down on the soft bed, and comes to sit next to you.

“That’s why you stormed out.” You nod and help him unbutton his dress shirt, and his pants too. “It’s okay, I’m not offended by it.”

“You’re not, but I am.” When you pull his body to yours by his shoulders, he hesitates above you. “How dare they even think of you like that? When you’re literally the most— the only important thing in my life? If anyone disrespects you like that again, I’ll ruin them.” He looks too serious, too intense for a light moment like this, that you can’t help but push a kiss to his jaw and smile.

“You are disrespecting me right now by making me wait this long, so please ruin me before I do it myself.” At that his lips twitch, before he nods. He peppers kisses all down your chest and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently. The other he rolls between his fingers, as he settles his body on top of you. Your hands land on his shoulder blades, nails digging in them to hold him to you. He smiles against your skin when you whimper, and lifts his hips a little to line himself up.

“Anything you wish, my queen.” He pumps himself a few times, before he pushes inside you smoothly. The stretch stings more this time, walls still sensitive. Baekhyun doesn’t hold still and rolls his hips into you immediately, lips finding yours warm and soft. His body on top of you pushes you deep in the soft blankets, as the headboard taps against the wall each time he snaps his hips. You two melt together until you’re coming again, Baekhyun pulling out just in time for his cum to paint your belly and breasts. He falls down next to you and pulls you close, but not before cleaning you off with his Valentino dress shirt.

When you whine at it, Baekhyun laughs and presses a kiss to your nose. “It wasn’t that expensive, don’t worry.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

He nods, and buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath soft against your skin. “You love it though.”

“I love you,” you agree, wrapping your arm around him to pull him close to you. In this warmth you can already feel sleep overtaking.

“I love you too.” He sighs out long and deep, and then hums. “I’m waking you up tomorrow to go to see our beach, just warning you now.”

“Our beach??”

“Shh, just sleep.”

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mayrubyy · 5 years

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Sneak Peek [M]

• Pairing - Chanyeol x Reader

• Genre - Smut/fluff - mature content

• Word Count - 2.4k

summary - Chanyeol perhaps is a little too excited to fuck you against the mirror.

A/N - this was a request and let's just say maya got too carried away with the idea of mirror sex lol~ this is for all you thirsty hoes out there ♡

You never imagined you'd ever be in a situation like this, let alone agree to even do it in the first place. His eyes gleamed in the cockiest way possible. The disbelief in your eyes to the moistness of your glistening shoulder blades from the sweat was a sight he would never get out of his mind. He was loving every second of it.

Your muffled whimpers, how you were trying to hold back-- to not scream his name out loud in the huge space, it was all too much for you to bear as he fucked you against the mirror in the practice room. His hands were all over your boobs, squeezing them like his life depended on it as he continued to pound himself in and out of you.

Mirror sex with Chanyeol was not new. Your boyfriend had this kink for the longest time you could remember. Of all the places he knew he was desperately wanting to take you in the practice room. And you know how stubborn he is when he wants something, he sure knows how to get it.

The amount of nudes he sent you from the practice room were unreal. If there was one thing he made sure of- it was his expensive rolex, adorning his perfectly toned muscles. The gold metal against his skin and his tattoos of course, complementing his godly sculpted body.

It all began one summer evening when he sent you his mirror selfie, standing in nothing but his boxers, his baseball cap and his rolex, flexing his muscles.

Chanyeol [ 08:24 pm ] - just finished practicing babe, thinking of you ;)

You [ 08:28 pm ] - mmm…lookin' good, mr. park

Chanyeol [ 08:29 pm ] - babe do you know how huge these mirrors are?

You [ 08:30 pm ] - not as huge as you

There it was. He didn't reply. What he did instead made you jump from your seat.

Chanyeol [ 08:40 pm ] - Video Clip

You were at a café and watching your boyfriend whip his dick out in the tiny clip he just sent you was not only shocking but such a major fucking turn on. He could easily be captured in the surveillance, did he look like he cared? You couldn't tell.

You [ 08:42 pm ] - chanyeol…what are you doing?!

Chanyeol [ 08:43 pm] - do you see how hard I am?

Chanyeol [ 08:43 pm] - I want to fuck you against this mirror so bad

Chanyeol [ 08:44 pm ] - you'll let me won't you babygirl?

Your mind froze at the vision of him fucking your brains out in the practice room. Was he nuts? He probably was.

You [ 08:46 pm ] - what about the cameras?!

Chanyeol [ 08:46 pm ] - who cares? I need you

You [ 08:47 pm ] - they're gonna throw you out!!

Chanyeol [ 08:47 pm ] - let them lol

You [ 08:48 pm ] - jeez you're crazy

Chanyeol [ 08:48 pm ] - try me ;)

You didn't give in. He gave his all to convince you but you were as stubborn as he was. You liked teasing him and every time he was in the practice room, he would send you his dirty sneakpeeks whenever he managed to be alone.

You [ 06:17 pm ] - I'm surprised they haven't thrown you out yet ㅋㅋㅋ

Chanyeol [ 06:17 pm ] - babe..it's because there's no cameras where I take these from

You [ 06:18 pm ] - really?

Chanyeol [ 06:19 pm ] - how else do you think I manage to do it all the fucking time?

Chanyeol [ 06:21 pm] - Video Clip.

You could see him stroking his bulge through the fabric. His eyes had that mischievous spark and his devilish grin darting at you through the screen. He sure was testing you.

Chanyeol [ 06:22 pm ] - I know you're down there at sum, come to daddy upstairs

He was smart enough to figure out from the selca you sent him a couple of minutes ago that you were at the Sum café.

You [ 06:23 pm ] - what if we get caught?!

Chanyeol [ 06:23 pm ] - we won't I promise! just come to me already I can't hold it any longer

Chanyeol [ 06:24 pm ] - I want to fill your tight pussy with my cum

Chanyeol [ 06:24 pm ] - I want to see my cum drip down your thighs in the mirror

Chanyeol [ 06:25 pm ] - you know how soundproof these rooms are

Chanyeol [ 06:26 pm ] - I want to hear you scream my name princess

Chanyeol [ 06:26 pm ] - the boys have gone to eat and won't be around for a while

Chanyeol [ 06:27 pm ] - in the meantime, I can have my meal… that is you

Your boyfriend and his demands you quietly chuckled to yourself as you scurried through the automatic doors. You ran into Sehun and Kyungsoo who both were on their way to Sum for their lunch.

"Y/N, hey! It's nice to see you" Sehun greeted you as Kyungsoo bowed to you.

"Hi guys!" you bowed back to them. "I'm running late! I need to see Chanyeol," you gave them a cheeky grin.

"He's in the practice room," Kyungsoo tells you pointing towards the elevator. "Ah, thank you guys. I'll be on my way," it was awkward that you were in such a hurry but just like Chanyeol, you were eager too.

This had been going on for months and you had reached your peak. Like you were going to burst any time and jump at your tall boyfriend. And today it was going to happen for real and not remain his sexual fantasy anymore.

Soon enough you were tip toeing through the entrance and as you grew familiar with the space where you had seen most of his dance performance videos, the idea of having sex with him in here made it so much more thrilling.

You found huge monitor screens by the platform a few feet away from the corner. The entire room was surrounded by large mirrors. It was glowing because of the polished granite reflecting the lights further illuminating the entire space. You were here before one time but never really had the time to observe it properly and now that you got the chance, your heart was racing.

"Looking for me?" his husky voice echoed from behind you.

You turned around to see but you couldn't find him. "I can't see you," you told him as you walked around the room trying to look for him in the corners. When you reached for behind the monitor he startled you by pulling you close to him, his large hand covering your mouth.

He quickly dragged you to another corner away from the monitor this time, he was so strong it took all but one swift move for him to do it. Once you were in his hiding spot, his bare torso was scrapping against the skin of your arms. "What took you so long?" his deep raspy voice loomed over you. His were hands on your waist, holding you in place.

"I ran into Sehun and Kyungsoo" you told him in your muffled voice over his hand as you gasped for air.

"No… not that" Chanyeol clicked his tongue. He slowly nuzzled into your shoulder, "to get here".

"So I could fuck you against this mirror" he points to the mirror next to him. He sounded so horny it felt like he was going to explode. He began grinding himself into you. The friction from the fabric drew so much heat between your legs, you began to sweat profusely.

You struggle to turn around in his grip and after somehow managing to twist your small body within his muscular frame you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He looked mad.

"Why do you look so upset?" you pout at him.

"Because you made me wait for so long" Chanyeol scrunches his nose as he digs his nails into your hips.

"But, I'm here now" you cup his face and give him a long peck which slowly deepens into a proper kiss before he begins grazing his teeth against your bottom lip. He left hungry kisses along your collar bone and your jawline. He was hasty and his hands kept fiddling with your skirt.

"This is not enough" he quickly starts ripping your shirt down. Within seconds he's yanking your bra off your chest revealing your gorgeous tits. He pushes you against the mirror, his mouth reaching for your mounds ready to devour them. He languidly rolls his tongue against your sensitive bud making you mewl before he takes a proper bite, he takes his time sucking on your boobs, the sloppy sounds falling from his lips as he does turning you on so much more.

"Your tits always taste so good--fuck" he continues eating your tits out. His large hands pressing your mounds together as he smirks making it obvious how much he's enjoying it. "Turn around," he commands you. You do as you're told. He bores holes into your eyes through the mirror as you stand in front of him.

Your pink chest on display as he wrapped his hands over them and took a bite into your neck.

He slowly pulls your skirt down and eases himself out of his boxers. He then gets down to pull your panties down your legs. He continues staring at you through the mirror. As he moves up he leaves soft kisses along your thigh before kneading your ass together and licking a stripe up your core from behind. He flicks his tongue along your slit making you grip your arms on his shoulders for support. You tremble as he darts his tongue into your core. You let out a muffled moan trying to stay unfazed as your boyfriend eats your pussy from behind.

"Y/N…" Chanyeol exhales loudly against your thigh.

"See what you were missing out on for so long" he gets up and snakes his arm around your waist and reaches down for your clit and begins rubbing your sensitive nub with his finger as he looks into your eyes through the mirror. You tremble under his touch, your knees betraying you as you melt with pleasure taking over your body.

"Chanyeol" you moan his name out loudly "please" you beg him gripping his arm as he continues to tease your clit. He smiles into the crook of your neck. You watch him biting into your shoulder in the mirror, he looked so good like this, having his way with you, controlling you with his fucked up sexual fantasies.

You feel his tongue against your ear as he inserts a finger into you, you squirm as he goes deeper slowly curving his finger inside you. "You like that baby?" he asks you in his sexy voice.

"I need you inside me, Chanyeol" you beg him.

You see him quirking an eyebrow in the mirror at your request. "But you never gave in" he chuckles as he increases the pace with his fingers inside your pussy.

"Please daddy" you whine.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. He pumps himself before asking you to bend for him. He was so red and so hard, it was going to hurt, probably why he took so long to get you wet before he got to the real stuff.

Your hands reach for his jaw as he snuggles closer to you, you capture his lips with yours as he enters you, his member grinding against the walls of your pussy in the most pleasurable way you could imagine. He was slow, taking his time as he eased himself in and out of you. He pulled himself completely out before slipping through your folds again, filling you up to the brim. It felt so good. Soon you began snapping your hips against his in a perfect rhythm.

His face was radiant in the mirror so was his rolex as he rubbed your clit, occasionally licking his fingers to keep it moist and lubricated enough.

"Fuck, Y/N! you look so sexy right now baby" his dirty words filled your ears before he began nibbling on the soft lobe, making you arch in an agonizingly sensual way allowing him to reach for that spot within your core. He kept his gaze fixed on you in the mirror as he fucked you hard and good. His mouth was open, his breathing was erratic against your back, he left clumsy kisses along your neck as he made love to you, soon making you reach your peak, your body shudders against his as he snaps his hips into you.

"Oh my god, Chanyeol" you scream loudly as you cum. He keeps going, not stopping for the world, he huffs and grunts into your ear, whispering all his desires to you.

"I want to come inside you baby" he rasps loudly biting onto your shoulder. "You're such a good girl" he covers both your breasts with his hands drawing them together as his cock rams into your pussy from behind. After a few thrusts he's moaning your name out loudly filling your cunt with his warm seed.

"Fuck----" he grunts as his thrusts become languid. Your eyes fall on the mirror, you see his cum dripping down both your thighs, just like how he had described in his texts. Your body squirms against his as you both collect your spent selves. You kiss him as he holds you close to him.

"Oh fuck" Chanyeol hisses as he pulls his sensitive dick out of you. "Well..that was something" he gives you a goofy satisfied smirk.

"You're a mess" you shake your head as you pull your panties up. "Now who's going to clean this up?!" you point at the cum on both your thighs and the spots across the floor.

"Leave that to me" Chanyeol grins cockily.

You stare at him in confusion as he pulls his boxers up and reaches for something in his backpack.

"All hail the bubble tissue" he lifts the box triumphantly.

"Unbelievable" you sigh.

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ggukbabyy · 5 years

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feel real pt 2; jeongguk

summary ☞ jeongguk has made his feelings clear and now you’re on the way back to his place.

a/n; here is the first part if you want to read it! this basically all smut. Inspired by the song Feel Real by Deptford Goth

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The tension is different this time. Before it was all the things left unsaid, all the confusion and mixed messages. Now it’s electrically charged. It’s hot and heavy with anticipation and excitement, filled with all the things that are to come. The low hum of the radio wasn’t enough to take his mind off where they were going, what they were going to do. Her hand was placed on his thigh, occasionally rubbing along the inner seam of his jeans. His entire body was on fire, she knew that, and he could tell by the knowing smirk and sparkle in her eye, how she refused to look at him.

The lump in his throat wouldn’t move no matter how hard he swallowed. He almost ran a red light, completely distracted by her wandering hands. Thankfully, she took the hint to move her hand. If she could hold on a little longer she would be rewarded with everything Jeongguk had to offer. The taste of him on her tongue, finding it harder and harder to breathe as he pushes further down her throat, taking over and completely dominating. Fingers and tongue all along her body, teasing and taunting until she can no longer take it and the begging and pleading spills out of her reddened lips, delirious with the heat of the moment. All she has to do is hold on a little longer.

Out of his peripheral he can see her squeezing her thighs, hands pressed together between them, surreptitiously pushing against her heat, desperate for any kind of pressure or friction. Jeongguk found it very hard to concentrate on the road.

“Unbutton your jeans.” His jaw was clenched, a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. Over and over in his head repeated the mantra ‘almost home’, reminding himself that as much as he wanted to pull the car over and fuck her on the hood, he can wait the extra 7 minutes home. 6:59. 6:58. Like a scolded child, she pulls her hands away to rest on top of her legs, feigning confusion and asks, “what are you talking about?”

“Unbutton your jeans, put your hand down you panties and rub your pussy.” Jeongguk is in no mood to play around, desperation taking over. Even if this means that he can only get glimpses, the sounds alone would carry him over until they reached his front door. 6:24.

“Here? Right now?” Her head swivels, taking in the surroundings and assessing how busy the roads are.

“Not if you’re not comfortable. But I’d really fucking like you to.” With almost no hesitation, she does as she’s told. Despite the fact that Jeongguk asked for - demanded - this, he still can’t believe that she’s doing it. Letting out a soft sigh as her fingers finally come into contact with her heat, Jeongguk presses his foot a little heavier on the gas pedal. Only 4 minutes left. She brings one leg up to rest on the edge of the seat, scooting down the chair a little to make it easier to drag a finger across her slit. She lets her head turn to the side, watching Jeongguk as she touches herself. Her mind runs wild with all of the possibilities, not just of what tonight would hold but every night after that. And every day after that too. Because that’s what this is all about after all. Not just the copious amounts of sex that’s about to happen but the relationship that will be built, the domestic things that she’s spent months imagining. Jeongguk knocking on her door at 11pm holding pizza and burgers because he knows that she’s been up studying too long and he’s here to make her take a break. However, the harder she presses on her clit, the more her mind focuses on that jawline, even more prominent than usual with the way he has his jaw clenched so hard she’s surprised his teeth aren’t beginning to crack.

Running her finger along her slit once more, she pulls her hand from her jeans and leans over to Jeongguk.

“Open up.” When she brings her finger to his lips, he opens his mouth eagerly. As soon as her digit touches his tongue, he wraps his lips around it and sucks, inhaling deeply while his eyes flutter closed for just a second. Suddenly his jeans are way too tight, suffocating his cock as it pushes against the zipper.

“Does it taste good baby?” He groans an answer as she pulls her finger way. Seeing the turning to where he lives, he’s relieved to find that he’s back in familiar territory. Less than a minute left.

Never has Jeongguk been so glad to get home. He takes the car out of gear, pulls the handbrake and is out of the car door in 5 seconds flat. She follows just as quick, walking through the door and following him into the elevator.

“Come on, come on, come on.” Jeongguk is practically growling as the elevator crawls to the fourth floor. When the doors ding open, he grabs her hand and pulls her down the corridor, his strides so long she’s almost jogging to keep up. He fumbles with his eyes, nearly dropping them, swearing as he finds the right key, pushing it into the lock and barging the door open. The second that they’re in he pulls her close, mouths smashing together, more teeth than she would have liked. Pushing against his broad shoulders, she pulls back to speak.

“Hey, hey, slow down,” she chuckles. His chest is heaving with deep breaths, looking disheveled and wild, hands still grasping at her waist and sliding closer to her ass. “We have all night, let’s not rush this.” She spoke softly, pressing small kisses along his jaw every few words. “I need you though,” his voice weak and strained. “So bad.” “You have me,” she whispers. “All of me.” She leans in for a kiss, starting slow as they had done in the car. Tentative touches of the tongue, slow and steady, getting to know each others rhythms and the way they move. Jeongguk slows down his frantic movements to match her own languid pace, taking the time to explore her body with his hands.

“Damn, you look fucking incredible in these.” He breathes, massaging her ass between his large hands. The pause in kissing gives her the opportunity to switch to his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses down, dragging her tongue deliberately along the taut skin, relishing in the way his breathing speeds up and small moans fall from his pink lips. He leans down a little and adjusts his grip to her thighs to lift her into his arms, immediately wrapping her legs around him and squeezing herself close. Blindly, Jeongguk walks to his bedroom as the kisses resume. He manages it with only a few stumbles and lays her gently down on his bed, letting his weight fall a little on top of her. The kisses are all tongue and hot breaths, small moans when Jeongguk rocks his hips forward, providing both of them with some much needed friction. Once again, his hand is skimming her exposed stomach, finding its way into her underwear and rubbing small circles on her clit. The reaction was immediate. Gasping into his mouth and lifting her hips to meet his touches, trying to get a little more pressure. Her arousal is so built up that every touch seems magnified, like she’s already been brought to the edge and made to wait, already seeming so close.

“Off, take them off,” she whines, beginning to wriggle them off her body. In no time he has them on the floor, staring at her panties and the small wet patch that has gathered at the centre. He removes his shirt himself, indicating for her to do the same. Obligingly, she does as instructed until she’s almost completely naked.

Jeongguk’s mouth waters. She’s really here, in the flesh. This isn’t just another one of his fantasies. Countless nights he spent imagining her in exactly this position, ready and waiting for him. In his thoughts she’s begging, whining and writhing in his sheets, tangling herself up in his scent, completely lost to the bliss that his fingers, tongue, cock were providing. Now here she is - his for the taking. He lunges forward, hands on either side of her head, shoulders flexing with holding his weight. Slowly, he leans down, brushing his bottom lip against the shell of her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you’re crying out.” That sentence alone has her chest heaving and her nipples tightening in time with her cunt. But he doesn’t stop there. “And then, when you feel like you’re spent and you can't take any more,” he sucks a little on her collarbone, “I’m gonna slide my cock in, so deep you’ll feel it in your stomach. I’ll pound you into this mattress until you’re outline is permanently embedded.” He takes a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the raised nub, occasionally adding his teeth. Moans tumble from her lips and Jeongguk smirks against her skin. This is better than he could have ever imagined. He pulls away and licks his index finger, using it to draw circles over her other nipple. The way he looks at her, like he’s seconds away from devouring her whole is one of the single most sexiest sights that she has ever seen. He moves down her body until he’s at her thighs. He takes his time, licking and kissing. He works up, licking at the apex of her thigh, blowing air over the damp spot in her panties and then licking the other side.

“Please, Jeongguk, please,” she pleads. He simply smirks, pushing his thumb against her clit.

“You told me not to rush, so I’m taking my time.”

“There’s taking your time and then there’s teasing!” He chuckles, standing to his full height to take off his jeans. Her own mouth begins to water. Jeongguk almost completely naked is a sight to behold. The Gods themselves have sculpted this man. His muscles are perfectly defined, his collarbones looking delectable as he stands in the dim light of his room. His stomach is toned and she would sell her soul to kiss and lick her way down to the Vs that disappear into hidden territory. His thighs so thick and what she wouldn’t do to sink her teeth into those. But, fuck, with his boxers so low on his hips she can see the dark hair peeking out. This is making her head spin. She feels drunk.

He returns to the bed, his feet crossed under him. Reaching for her panties, he slides them down her legs, throwing them somewhere to the right. She might have said something then - complaining about being careful not to lose them - but he can’t hear anything. He’s completely mesmerized, his focus only on the place between her legs. He puts his hands on her thighs, spreading them so that he can get a proper look. Using his thumbs, he pulls her lips apart, admiring how pink she is, how tight and wet her pussy looks. In response to the close inspection her cheeks flame, no one having paid so much attention to her before. Yet she slowly realises how hot she finds it. She watches him lick his lips.

“You’re pussy is so fucking pretty. She’s so pink and wet, all for me, right?” He looks up through his bangs to her with an aroused sparkle in his eye, waiting for an answer.

“All for you Gguk.” It’s a struggle to get the words out without her voice cracking. He dips his finger into her slit, taking the wetness up to rub against her clit. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”

Without any more waiting, he pushes one finger into her entrance. Her walls moulding to his finger and pulling him back in every time he pulls away. Taking his finger away, he gets into a more comfortable position half on his stomach, and her stomach does flips at the sight of his head between her thighs, his breath on her pussy.

“So damn greedy, clenching your pussy around nothing.”

“Don’t make me beg for you,” she breathes. “Cause if you do, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“Sounds like something I’d enjoy, princess.” He obliges though. Pressing his tongue flat against her heat. In an instant her hands are in his hair, pulling him closer until his nose pokes above her clit. With his hands on the backs of her thighs, he pushes them back, focusing all of his attention on sucking her clit into his mouth, alternating between sucking, licking and tongue fucking. Exactly as he’d hoped she laid there, hair fanned around her head like a goddess, clutching at the sheets, whining his name and bucking her hips into his face, chasing his tongue every time he pulls back for a breath.

“Go steady princess, you need to let me breathe.” He chuckles. She’s about to protest, tell him to get his face back where it belongs when she feels her pussy being stretched open. Two of his fingers start pumping in and out of her, barely giving her any time to adjust and she loves the dull ache that it gives. He watches her intently, studying the way her chest heaves, how perfect her breasts are, supple and smooth, they fit in his hands perfectly. The harder he fucks his fingers into her, the more her tits bounce.

“You’ve got to let me tit fuck you one day.” He murmurs, taking one in his hand and massaging.

“Your cock - nnggh - need it.” Fuck, her whines are hot.

Both of them need this so he’s quick to oblige. She barely has any time to admire his cock before he’s slotting himself between her legs, lifting her hips, lining his cock up with her entrance and sliding in. The stretch is absolutely delicious. She has never felt so completely full, never felt as good as she does when Jeongguk’s hips are flush against her own and he kisses her so gently, so at odds with the way he’s been talking. Instinctively, she wraps her legs low around his hips, pushing with her heels against his ass making sure he’s in as far as he can go, arms running down his back. Neither of them can make any noise, just heavy breaths as they look into each others eyes, Jeongguk sliding out and in slowly. She can feel every inch, in and out, in and out. They continue to look at each other, taking in their expressions. He begins to speed up, slamming his hips harder, glancing down to watch her tits bounce against his chest. Mouths open, noses and lips brushing they breathe each other in, their pleasure mingling in the air between them as the noises being to slip from their throats. Jeongguk could have fucking cried. She is all he has ever wanted and now she’s here, her walls hugging his cock so perfectly he can feel the way she clenches and twitches. His hands can’t keep off her, smoothing over her thighs, up to grazing her nipples and back down again. Sweat is forming between their bodies, pressed so closely together and generating so much heat, her own juices coating his cock and running down her ass cheeks. He dots some kisses across her throat as she moans unabashed, reveling in the feel of his cock stretching her open.

Jeongguk pulls back so he’s knelt up. The sweet, romantic part is over. “Do you like when I fuck this cunt open, princess?” He practically growls and it shoots straight to her pussy. He looks up and smirks. Hooking his arms around the tops of her thighs to get a better grip, he begins to pound harder.

“You like me calling you princess while I’m balls deep in your cunt, yeah?” From this angle, he can admire all of her body, watch the way she loses herself in the pleasure, in the feel of him. She is completely drunk on it, her own personal high. She moves her hand to start playing with her clit, trying to get closer to the edge and Jeongguk could have cum right then and there at the sight of her looking fucked out - cheeks red, hair messy, lips wet like…

“Are you drooling baby?” He adjusts his grip to her waist, pulling her down to meet his thrusts, going deeper. Harder. At this point moan after moan tumbles from her lips, her eyes rolling back in her head as she uses her free hand to grip onto the bed sheets, toes curling in mind blowing pleasure.

“Fuck, Jeongguk.”

“Is my princess drooling because of how well I fuck her?” He says between grunts, eyes focused on her hand moving over her pussy, noticing that it starts getting faster. Her legs are shaking a little and her back is arched, bottom lip between her teeth. She’s so close, a few more thrusts and she’ll fall over the edge into the black abyss below. Sweat drips from Jeongguk’s chin. He can feel it too, that coil in the pit of his stomach ready to snap.

The tingling begins and she rubs harder and faster, feeling it build slowly and release quickly, her whole body tensing, eyes flickering shut, mouth open in a wordless scream, not even having the ability to breathe. Jeongguk starts fucking into her faster and the second she clenches around him, he falls into the same depths. His cum spurting out of his cock, coating her walls, everything getting so much wetter. It’s messy and dots of his sweat are running down her tummy, trailing lines towards her legs. Finally, he stills his hips, too sensitive to move anymore. He pulls out with a grimace, grabbing his shirt from the floor, letting her use it to wipe away his cum before any more of it gets on the bed.

“Classy, Gguk.” She teases, throwing the shirt in a corner when she’s done with it.

Laying on the pillow next to her, she takes the opportunity to snuggle into his side, casually putting her leg over his. Jeongguk lies there, asking the universe what he did in his past life to get this lucky. His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. He kisses the top of her head, stroking her arm and watching as goosebumps rise on her skin. She can feel the weight of his head as he rests it on her own.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” At the confession her heart skips a beat and she smiles so wide she feels like her face is about to split in half. “And I think I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. Even if you break my heart, I’ll love you. You could do anything to me and I’d still come crawling back to you.”

She rolls over so she’s half laying on him, their sticky legs slotted between one another.

“I will protect your heart with my life and never do anything to hurt you.” Taking his face between both of her hands she kisses him gently. When they break apart, his eyes are shining with tears.

“Because I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

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tiny-taepot · 5 years

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Hello (Jimin) Part 3

Genre: Angst/fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Soomi is sick of being ignored and will do whatever it takes to get Jimin to like her, even if it ends up hurting you.

A/n: It’s been a super super long time since I’ve written something but I’m finally getting my writers motivation back so hopefully this will stay and I’ll be able to post more this year.

Part One//Part two//part three//

Once she sees that you can’t see her anymore; she lets her smile drop as she unlocks her computer. Pictures of Jimin start to appear as she looks sadly at her computer screen.

“Soon…you’ll be mine.”

It had been a couple months since Jimin and you had reconnected, you and Jimin had been contacting over Skype since he had to go back to Seoul. Everything seemed good and you and Jimin had finally become best friends again, you felt super happy and Jimin was as well. On the other hand, Soomi was miserable, she hated seeing you and Jimin calling each other, she had wished that somehow Jimin would notice her. She wished that she was you.

You had just walked into your workplace and saw Soomi, she was on her phone scrolling through Instagram, you peeked over her shoulder and saw a bunch of pictures of Jimin. “Jimin must be your bias,” you smiled to her as she jumped a little not expecting you to be behind her. She looks over to you and smiles a little, as she nods and turns off her phone. “y/n I didn’t see you there!” She says as her face goes red, “when did you get here?” You smiled as you put down your bag and started up your computer, “I just got here, but I couldn’t help but sneak up on you cause you looked so adorable blushing over Jimin.” You watched as Soomi’s eyes widened, “please don’t say that, that’s embarrassing” she said in a serious tone as she looked down, you realized that Soomi was upset over your teasing so you stopped. It was a moment of silence before you finally spoke up, “Listen, I’m going to lunch with Jimin and Jungkook tomorrow since they come to visit, I’d really like if you would come.” You offered as you watched Soomi’s face lighten up, “Really? I would love to, thank you so much y/n!” She grinned as you smiled back. Soomi gave you a hug as with a smirk displayed on her face she knew her plan was falling into action and you were just the perfect dummy to give her what she wanted.

The next day, Soomi and you went to the lunch spot and saw two guys sitting there with face masks on to hide their facial features so that people wouldn’t be able to recognize them. You waved at the table as you both started to walk towards the table, “y/n! It’s so good to see you again,” Jimin said happily as he stood up to give you a hug, his eyes wandered to Soomi and he tried to keep the same happy energy he had for you, “oh Soomi you’re here too!” Soomi blushed as she aggressively nodded, you gestured for her to sit first and then you slid to sit on the outside of the booth. The servers brought out your food and you all started to talk, although it was a little harder for Soomi to join the conversations since you had already built a relationship with Jungkook over the phone whenever he would interrupt your calls with Jimin. Soomi felt invisible as she played with her fries the whole lunch and just sat her quietly as she watched you laugh with Jungkook and Jimin and bring back old memories of your past with Jimin as she just smiled to feel apart of the conversation. After the lunch Soomi and you walked back to work and as you were walking you turned to look at her “I was surprised at how quiet you were, I would think you would talk to Jimin as much as possible since you’re such a big fan.” You said as she lifted her head to look at you, she clenched her fist as she tried to smile at you. “Yeah, I guess I just got shy” Soomi smiled softly as she continued to walk beside you. She glared at you instantly when you turned your head, Soomi was ready to steal Jimin back no matter what. Even if you had to get hurt during the process.

It was nighttime, Soomi was in her apartment baking, Soomi knew that you were bringing Jimin to the workplace so she had worked really hard to bake cookies that would make him fall in love with her, Literally. She had bought a love potion serum from an old lady during a love festival she had attended last year and it would supposedly make anyone fall in love with you as long as they had at least three drops of the serum. Three drops was the recommended amount anymore and then the person would be madly in love with the person and wouldn’t be able to do anything without the person. Soomi of course wanted to be cautious since she watched lots of movies about this type of scenario and needed to be safe, she thought four would be good enough. Soomi placed the four drops of love serum into the cookie batter and started to make cookies, she wanted to bring two cookies so that when she ate one and he ate one he would instantly fall in love with her. She knew that you would probably want some too so she baked some other cookies without the love serum. Soomi may be in love and willing to cut you off for him but she wasn’t heartless.

It was the next morning and Soomi had a her two cookies and a container for the bland cookies, she saw Jimin talking to you and could see that your face was a little red, she felt a rush of jealousy come over her as she tried to compose herself, she knew that you were beginning to like Jimin and she knew it would be even harder to get Jimin to pay attention to her if he knew that. She smiled as she headed over “Jimin? I didn’t know you were gonna be here today” Soomi grinned as Jimin looked over and nodded, “yeah, y/n wanted me to wait her until she was ready to go out and eat lunch.” He replied, Soomi grinned as she pulled out the cookies. “I brought some homemade cookies, and was wondering if you wanted one. It would really mean the world to me if you had one.” Soomi said as she smile brightly, Jimin gave an uneasy look but he saw the way you looked at the cookies and couldn’t help but smile. How could someone be so cute he asked himself as he finally swallowed all the concerns he had with Soomi just so that he could see why y/n liked them so much. “Sure,” Jimin smiles as Soomi hands him the cookie and she takes the container of the plain ones out for you. You smile brightly as you stuff the cookies into your mouth, Soomi grabs her cookie as she and Jimin both take a bite at the same time. Instantly Jimin looks at Soomi and smiles brightly, he walks closer to her and his face is red, his heart is beating fast. “Soomi, you’re so beautiful,” Jimin smiles as Soomi’s face goes red, “really?” Soomi asks as Jimin nods. “Do you want to go on a lunch date with me?” Jimin asks as Soomi nods, your eyes widen as you realize that you and Jimin had lunch plans. “Jimin, what about our lunch plans?” You asked but Jimin didn’t even turn to look at you. You sat back down and just went back to work since Jimin and Soomi weren’t paying attention to you. You didn’t want to make a big deal out of this because this was typical Jimin, he finds a girl he’s interested in, goes on one date and then forgets about her and goes back to hanging out with you constantly. That’s always been the cycle even when you were little. You just hated this because you felt as if you and Jimin were developing feelings for each other but you assumed that maybe you were just imagining things. But you knew it would only be a little while before Jimin was back to paying his full attention back to you. Right?

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seungkwanslowqualityenglish · 5 years

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A Bursting World of Color

Who: Jongho [ Ateez ]

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff / AU

Warning: N/A

Summary: Flower by flower, he brought color into your grey world.

Note: I haven’t written anything in a while thanks to college, so this sucks but here it is. Also Kris, this was gonna be longer but I started working on that other fic I was talking about, so it’s not that long. Also I know you want Jongho to break open your skull, but not today.

It was always odd, waking up in a monochromatic world. It was odd seeing nothing but an assortment of grey, while your peers spoke of a variety colors they could see. You would never experience the crisp green of the grass, the deep blue of the sky, or the fiery red of your math teacher’s face when he was angry. You saw light grey, dark grey, and just grey.

The tales of soulmate marks being something you heard from a young age. How they manifest different for everyone. Out there someone might be unable to see purple, another might be unable to see red, and you were unable to see all the colors. This sign being something that would disappear, or in your cause cause the colors to appear, when you meet your soulmate.

You hated it, having to rely on your family and friends when getting dressed, so you would not look like a clown. Which you had more than once. Seeing only varying shades of grey was not the sign you would have wished for, you could live without seeing blue like your best friend did, since she saw all others. Or you could live with having a red string on your pinky that only you and your soulmate can see, as your other friend had.

As a child you hated your mark, and it would be lying to say you liked it any more as a teen and the somewhat adult you are today. Everyone else’s was so easy. Mina’s sky turned blue once she met her soulmate, and Jackson’s red string disappeared once he met his. You would have loved a simplistic easy sign like that, not what you had.

When you were fifteen was when you saw your first non-grey color. You had locked eyes with Mina, and suddenly you could see her deep brown eyes, but that was it. While her eyes were colored, nothing else was. That was when you first learned about the complexities of your sign, seeing how your parents seemed to have it the same. This was when you learned about platonic soulmates and what they are. That is what Mina was, she was someone that brought color into your life, your best friend forever.

The second time you were seventeen. This time it was Jackson, and you found yourself able to see the vibrant silver of his hair. Once again a platonic soulmate, and no sign of who might be your true soulmate in sight.

The third time you were on your way home from class. There was a little flower shop you often walked by. There was a lovely little old lady that owned it, and it wasn’t odd for her son, his wife, and their children to be helping her occasionally. On this day, someone who was organizing the flowers outside caught your eye. As you turned away, your eyes were drawn back to him, yet your vision of him was cut off due to a flower in someone’s outstretched hand, a vibrant pink amaryllis. Taking it, you found yourself unable to reply. Which the person who gave it, had disappeared before you could, so you could not have anyways. Yet, his words resounded in your head, ‘A beautiful flower for a beautiful person.”

This however, was not the last time you heard him. The next time it was a beautiful yellow sunflower that cut in your vision, distracting you from the person who seemed out of place working at a floral shop, along with a similar sentiment.

A purple anemone was forced into your hand the next day. It was odd, you never saw the one who gave the flowers, but the smile from the person working alongside whoever it was helped. You started to assume who your soulmate might be, since the flowers became vibrant and your world began to burst with color each time you passed by.

Beautiful white carnations were given to you the next day, the green stem becoming visible to you for the first time. Your world was growing color by color, it was weird, but welcome. No longer just shades of grey, you welcomed the change, especially seeing how the only constant seemed to be the tall boy with the green hair at the shop.

Maybe you had built up the suspense in your head a bit too much. Built up the idea of who this boy with the vibrant green hair might be. Built up the idea of some amazing meeting, that your world would burst with colors, unseen colors would become vibrant, and that your world would be complete. However, the grey toned flower in your hand seemed to disagree with that. “It’s an orange gladiolus.” He told you, yet, all you could see was the green stem, and grey flowers. Something, you hadn’t expected, a hitch in your plan, in the dream your mind had created.

It was odd, the next time you passed by, a flower still came your way. Maybe something in your mind clicked this time. Possibly it was the lack of the tall out of place boy, or the fact that it finally hit you that whoever that was couldn’t have been your soulmate. A large flower, a color you’ve never know, invades your view. As you turned, you saw the owner of the flower for the first time. He wasn’t that tall, yet he also didn’t seem that out of place, unlike the other. A simple name tag read Jongho, a fitting name, you thought, as you accepted the hydrangea. “A orange hydrangea”, a person standing in front of you said. Drawing closer to the one, who could manage to bring color into your dull world, you ignored the soft sound of laughing, coming from someone standing just near the doorway of the store. It wasn’t until you heard a harsh voice yelling something along the lines of, are you telling your brother the colors wrong again, that the figure spoke, yelling a quick it’s blue before turning to run.

Blue or orange, you didn’t mind, you had found the one to bring color into your life. The one who you were thankful to, for bring color into your grey scaled world

One by one the colors burst into your dull world. The lovely blue sky, dark green grass, and vibrant colored flowers became a constant in your life. All the colors revealed, however one oddly remained grey. Days past, the color never coming into your life, the color still just grey. Part of you had started to think that color must just be what you see, since how could you see all others but it. Yet, you shouldn’t have lost hope in seeing that color for what it was.

“I love you,” wasn’t something often said between the two of you. To be honest, it was the first time you heard it from him, and the first time he had heard it from you. Suddenly the floral bouquet he had shown you moments prior burst into color. A bundle of lovely red roses. Your once dull world burst with color, all thanks to him.

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thepencilnerd · 5 years

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- 𝐁𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 -

bib·li·o·phile- noun; a person who has a great love reading and/or collecting books for their content, appearance, quality, format, etc.

➳ Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

➳ Summary: The library was a place dedicated to knowledge, studying, and peace and quiet—so why was it that when Jimin came to pick up a book, it just so happened to be checked out by the same person each and every single time?

➳ Genre: AU! Fluff, barely a soulmate AU

➳ Word Count: 5.1k

a/n: first time making a moodboard! i hope it’s alright ^^

“So I should come back again next week?” Without giving a vocal response, the librarian simply nodded curtly. Sighing in defeat, Jimin ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

Today was the third time this month he had tried checking out one of his favorite books, but all his efforts were in vain. It had already been checked out the day before.

“And you can’t tell me the name of the person who checked out the only version you had available?” he pried desperately. Huffing at his insistent nature, the woman stapled the corner of a page a little too aggressively before looking up at him with a fiery glare.

“I told you, Jimin,” she whispered through clenched teeth, trying to hold back her temper. “I’m not allowed to give out any further information other than the date the book gets checked out and its scheduled due date. Any personal information and I’d lose my job.”

He could only whine and kick his legs in annoyance. “But, Ninnie! You’re supposed to be my cousin! Help me out!”

“Zip it!” she hushed. “I’m your cousin but I also have a job that I enjoy and respect, so unless you want me to confiscate your library card, do as I say and come back next week. I’ll text you as soon as I get it back and you can rent it then.”

To others, it was evident that she seemed to hate Jimin’s very existence, but outside of the work environment, they were as thick as thieves. Since childhood, holidays and family dinners always revolved around organizing seating arrangements so that Jimin and his favorite cousin were sat at least across from each other. All times when Jimin was sat next to any other cousin? Pure chaos ensued.

“Promise?” he pouted at his sibling of a cousin. Shaking her head. she gave him a thumbs up before waving him off to resume her paperwork. With a smile that spread ear to ear, Jimin’s disappointment faded into joy in an instant. It was times like these that he was grateful for his cheery ability to brush off negative occurrences like these. Waving goodbye to his older cousin, he returned back to the main view of the building he had grown fond of through the years at university.

Throughout the years of attending university, Jimin was grateful to have access to his favorite place to enable his obsession with books. From near-ancient almanacs, dusty textbooks, worn out novels, and outdated newspapers, the campus library was a central hub of overflowing information. With rows upon rows of books that seemed to stretch for miles, it was a historical museum in and of itself. The essence of torn paper, feathering ink, ragged covers, and disorganized array of what had once been in alphabetical order made Jimin’s heart race in excitement each time he came to visit, and he even opted for weekend visits to the aged building rather than go out to parties with his friends.

In a shorter summary, reading composed the essence of Jimin’s very existence. Although his passion for literature and hunger for the discovery of new books was constantly growing, his patience began wearing thin ever since that fated Monday so many months ago.

Over the past few months of falling back into the habit of re-reading his favorite books, he never expected in a million years that every single one he’d want to read would always somehow be checked out by a mysterious benefactor. The Little Prince? Checked out last week. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban? Currently unavailable. Frankenstein? Scheduled to be returned next week. You’d think that with an inventory nearly the size of a national library, there’d be at least two copies in stock—unfortunately, the odds were never in Jimin’s favor.

Sure, he could always go down to the bookstore two blocks down from his flat or to the bookstore Downtown, but it wasn’t just the book he was after; it was the environment. The background hum of hushed voices, the light rustling of pages from nearby readers, and right down the faint scent of aged wood and antique paper pages that laced the air, everything about the atmosphere was all-too inviting for to Jimin to resist.

As two books turned into five and five turned into eleven, the former excitement of re-reading his old faithful works of literature had slowly grown into anticipation of whether or not they’d actually be on the shelves. Each time he left the library after hearing the repeated melody of, “Come back next week when the book gets returned,” a strange feeling began consuming him. At first, it seemed like a coincidence.

To be fair, most of the books he was interested in checking out were fairly popular, so it’d make sense that Alice In Wonderland was unavailable. However, in his mind, it all seemed too incidental. Since then, a theory began to develop in the back of his mind, and the chances of it being true were almost little to none, but that didn’t stop him from pondering over it.

Jogging up the creaky stairs to the second floor, Jimin was determined to find another book to keep him occupied, at least until he got his hands on The Shining next week.

There were a handful of possible answers to the dilemma. One revolved around the plausible theory that since his favorite books were iconic pieces of literature, it only made sense that they would be rented out. The second involved around the much less plausible theory that Jimin had an equally book-obsessed stalker who was hell-bent on making his enjoyable weekends at the library a living hell—but as stated earlier, that was much less plausible.

After a couple minutes of carefully walking past tables of stone-faced and deadly silent students, Jimin found himself in a familiar aisle; the historical fiction section. Tracing his fingers over the edges of the neatly aligned book spines, he settled his fingertips on another novel he held near and dear to his heart; The Great Gatsby, by the one and only F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Letting out a sigh of relief that it was on hand, he slid it out of the shelf and clutched it close to his chest, smiling sweetly at the satisfying feeling of the hardcover pressing assuringly against his chest. Guarding it close, he turned a corner to a hideaway he had made for himself as a regular here. The secluded area was nothing more than a cozy hidden spot that virtually no one knew about. Except for Jimin, of course.

The reason it was rarely occupied by anyone was due to the fact it was the only corner of the floor that didn’t have a specifically organized genre shelf or pre-set-up seating area. All that decorated the remote nook were a couple plush comforters and detached seat cushions, courtesy of Jimin’s cousin. With hundreds of available seats and paired wooden tables, no one really paid attention to the solitary corner of the library, and Jimin didn’t want it any other way.

Settling himself on the cushion, he stretched out his legs and pulled a pillow close to his side and relaxed into the plush texture. Before he began reading, he had formed an almost ritualistic habit of admiring the antique condition of the texts. Trailing his fingertips over the now-flat metallic engravings and skimming the frayed edges of the pages, a warm grin spread to the edges of his lips.

He could never explain the feeling of what it was like to have a book in his hands. It was daunting to him how ink could paint such a magnificent picture. The endless combinations that words and thoughts could compose when paired together and the possibilities that presented themselves in the form of bound paper?

Indescribable.

When he placed the book onto his lap, it opened itself to a random page. At least, it appeared that way. Embedded in the block of the page was a laminated red maple leaf. Eyeing it carefully, Jimin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

‘It seems too valuable for someone to just forget and leave it here...’ he thought.

Grasping the delicate film in between his fingers, he couldn’t help but observe and admire the details of the immaculately intact leaf. The main stem of the leaf was smoothed out, probably due to the period of time it was kept in the plastic encasing, and the blades of each extended leaf remained crisp like a freshly fallen flower petal. Examining it further, he noticed that the veins were not only near-transparent and paper thin, but they that were also outlined and handpainted a deep gold color.

Another heartfelt smile began to form on his face at the beauty of what would normally be considered a seemingly insignificant bookmark. Scanning his eyes at the spot the bookmark was placed in, he let out a huff of surprise at the line he had known by heart.

“I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

An iconic quote from page 57, the words made old memories arise from when he first came across the book. Months went by as he tried to analyze and dissect the quote, but it wasn’t until his first crush came along and made him understand the true meaning of the words themselves. Reading over the words once more, he directed his gaze back to the red maple leaf in his hand.

‘You’re quite the peculiar thing, aren’t you?’ he couldn’t help but speculate.

Smiling to himself once more, he tucked the bookmark safely inside his wallet, making sure to mind the delicate edges of the blades. Jimin rose from his cozy spot and almost tumbled down the stairs in a hurry, unable to contain the excitement that began brewing at the premeditated lazy Sunday he’d have all to himself.

The three-day weekend passed by in a blur of spilled coffee, procrastinated study guides, and feeble attempts at being social. The great thing about having a library card, however, was the fact that Jimin’s 675 word-per-minute reading skills never went to waste.

Skipping to the front desk, he earned a few confused glares from the students sat at the tables around him. No one except Jimin could be in such a good mood on a Monday.

“Any updates, Noonie?” he grinned brightly, eyes forming into half moons when he flashed his pearly white smile. Standing on his toes, he raised his eyebrows in an attempt to peep at his cousin’s workspace, hopeful that at least one of the books he tried checking out last week was returned.

Flicking him on the forehead and muttering something that sounded like a vague, “Calm down,” she opened one of the creaky wooden drawers and stood up to hand him a black hardcover book. Before Jimin could jump around like a giddy preschool child, she pressed her lips into a thin line and widened her eyes at him; a silent warning to not do exactly what he was about to do.

Scrunching his lips sheepishly to hold back the string of thanks that threatened to spill, he swiftly reached over the desk and gave her a tight hug.

“Let go of me if you want to live another day to read,” she whispered through clenched teeth. Her tone was tense, but Jimin knew better than anyone how it was as harmless as when two children were arguing over the last cookie in the cookie jar.

“Thank you, Noonie,” he beamed gleefully. With the book held tightly in hand, he quickly tread up the stairs to his usual hideout. Focusing on the detailed pattern on the cover, his feet quickly carried him to the hidden corner he knew like the back of his hand.

As he exhaled at the familiarity of the serene corner once again, his body melted into the pillowy cushions. Opening the book to the first page, the edges of his lips lifted into a trace of a smile as his eyes grazed the italicized title.

The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin

Just as his mind was about to note how it was another one of his favorites, he realized that there really was no such thing as a “bad” book—just ones that didn’t particularly suit people’s tastes at the time they read them.

In a matter of minutes, he was already done with the beginning introductory chapters. Words translated into images that whizzed past his mind faster than a vintage film roll, and the lines of ink were slowly beginning to envelop his mind in a world of vivid imagination.

Turning onto the next page, his intense gaze wasn’t met by black printed font, but rather by a bookmark. Not just any bookmark—the exact same style laminated maple leaf he saw last week. The only difference this time was that the encased leaf was bright yellow and a bit smaller. His mouth parted in awe.

His eyes refused to further down the page. Once is an accident, but twice makes it a coincidence—right?

“Life, too, is senseless unless you know who you are, what you want, and which way the wind blows.”

Swaying to the logical side of his brain, Jimin considered the realistic possibilities. In his mind, this bookmark seemed too intricate to be a mass-produced product from Barnes and Noble, but it also seemed entirely too cliché for it to belong to the exact same person from last week. Book cult signature insignia? A silent protest against the greatest minds in literature? Or maybe it was just another bookworm who enjoyed tagging the pages with the best quotes in them for future reference.

Hundreds of people probably read this edition before he did. Within those hundreds of people, it just so might have been possible that the same person who checked out The Great Gatsby also enjoyed a few Ellen Raskin works as well. Who was he to judge?

Now it was time for the illogical side of Jimin’s brain to kick in. In the simplest of terms, it mimicked that of a cheesy romantic movie trope that got tossed about two minutes into the plot meeting. Was there some kind of “maple leaf bookmark month” holiday he wasn’t aware of? Who had the time or patience to laminate anything nowadays anyway? Did he have a stalker?

He let out an audible cough to hide a snort. The only person that would ever be interested in stalking a hermit such as Jimin would be people sentenced to. They’d probably die of boredom within the first few hours.

Pulling the encased leaf from it’s wedged position, his stare tried to search for any clues; initials, writing, markings, or even fingerprints in an effort to try and see if his inner Sherlock would be of any use to him. As if he actually expected anything to present itself, the results were nonexistent.

He snapped the book shut and exhaled through his nose. Why was he thinking so much about it? So what if someone else had the same tastes as him? What difference did it make if their favorite quotes from their favorite books mirrored that of his? Wagging his head back and forth rapidly to snap himself out of his daze, Jimin reluctantly decided to call it an early day.

There are two types of people in the world; thinkers and feelers, talkers and doers, skeptics and believers, and those who don’t deem any of the above to be of any importance in any given situation regarding life. Ironically, as hard as Jimin tried to make himself out to be a hardheaded stone-cold logical analyst, it was clear to anyone that he was, in fact, the exact opposite.

The book thief predicament continued on for weeks and didn’t show any signs of stopping or slowing down. Page by page and book after book, the sight of a single plastic-enveloped maple leaf became an everyday sight. At this point, the longer he denied the occurrence, the fear of going genuinely insane began to grow. Often times, he found himself sitting in his once relaxing spot questioning his own sanity. Was he just imagining the stupid thing?

Distracted by his own thoughts, Jimin didn’t bother keeping his eyes focused on where he was walking. Apparently, the oncoming passerby didn’t either.

Contrary to being conditioned into forming a habit of whispering in the building, Jimin gasped out loud when his forehead came into contact with a hooded figure, causing the two to collapse onto their knees from the impact. Emitting a muted groan, Jimin looked up with a scrunched expression as he rubbed his temple and attempted to form words. Rather than seeing a mirror image of someone also rubbing their forehead, the stranger was kneeled in child’s pose, presumably in great pain. How fast were the two of them walking?

“I’m sorry!” he apologized while holding back a pained whimper. “Are you alright?” Unable to see the person’s face from the angle and the fact that their hoodie was incredibly oversized, Jimin started to worry when they didn’t respond. Reaching down with one hand, the figure peeked up ever-so-slightly and immediately recoiled in—fear? It looked as if they recognized him instantly, but Jimin hadn’t even gotten a visible view of their face.

Standing up with their head tucked down, the figure apologized wordlessly by ducking their head, grabbing the book they dropped, and ran off, disappearing almost as quickly as they had appeared.

Left in a state of shock, pain, utter confusion and slight offense, his eyebrows furrowed. What was their problem? Trying to brush it off, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit annoyed that they didn’t even apologize or ask if he was alright, but it was Monday after all. Ushering himself to forget the rude occurrence, Jimin stood up with one hand still pressed on his forehead and the other holding his book—the only thing keeping him sane today—and continued his way to his quiet spot.

“Stop frowning; you’re gonna get wrinkles,” Noonie reminded for the third time today. Pressing a finger to the purple spot on his temple, Jimin growled at her. The only other sound besides the shuffling of papers in the empty space was the occasional scold Jimin received from his cousin and the gentle whirring of the computer fan.

It was a mellow Saturday and the library was closed for the weekend. Jimin, having nothing better to do on a Saturday, decided it was a good idea to invite himself over to his cousin’s place of work to help her sort through some files. She was also aboard the “solitary social life yacht,” making the two of them wonder if introversion ran in their family.

Grumbling under his breath, his cousin frowned. “Is something going on with you these days?” Her tone switched from badgering aunt to caring sibling like the flip a light switch. Jimin was acting weird.

Jimin pressed his lips together, mindlessly repeating the action of tucking another fill-out form into the cover of a textbook. “I’m fine.”

Prying the book from his hands and slamming her hand on the cover, the action forced him to look up from his robotic state and form a bewildered face.

“You’re acting like you just lost the ability to read for the rest of your life,” she phrased. “Why have you been so miserable for the past few weeks? Did someone break up with you? Concussion from the bruise you got two days ago? Identity crisis? Who do I need to beat up?”

“Noonie!” he whined, burying his face into his hands. The last thing he needed was for his cousin to assume he was reasonably upset, let alone that he had a girlfriend. The word itself made goosebumps prickle his skin.

“I’m just—it’s—” he stuttered. “It’s just this—stupid thing.” Sighing at how pathetic he sounded in his own head, Jimin groaned in sheer frustration. The next time he saw a leaf, he’d make sure the ending result would involve it being crushed under his feet or torn into shreds by his hands.

“I’m a librarian, not a mind reader,” she sighed. “Help me out here?”

“It’s these!” Bursting into a fit of restrained emotions, he gestured to the mountains of books around him. “These things. Every single time I come here to try and relax with the books I love, all I end up is feeling like I have some sort of stalker slash parallel universe clone who reads the exact same books as me and marks the same quotes and has a weird fetish for maple leaf bookmarks. I mean, they could’ve used a feather or a post-it note, but no. They had to—”

“Maple leaf?” her ears perked up at the words, halting his avalanche of words momentarily. “Are you—”

Waving his hand to take a breath of air before continuing his rant, he shook his head rapidly. “I know, I know, it’s dumb, right? Who makes their own bookmarks and then leaves them in library books? More specifically, just to mark a good quote?”

“But—” she pointed her finger and held her hand up as she tried to speak, but was cut off by Jimin each time, clearly in need of a venting session. “Why am I even obsessing over it?” he chuckled in disbelief as his hand slapped his own forehead. If his eyebrows rose any higher, they’d be about two centimeters from flying off of his face. “Hundreds, no—thousands, of people read books here. People check out the same book all the time. It just so happens to be the same stupid bookmark in the same stupid book with the same stupid quote—”

“Park Jimin!” she snapped.

Overwhelmed by the flurry of word vomit that continued to spill from his lips, he was too distracted to notice the ring of the bell that sounded from the door behind him.

“I think I’m going insane...” he deadpanned, resting the side of his face on the desk and staring blankly at the rows of books that seemed to mock him.

“Noelle!” a voice greeted. “I thought you weren’t going to be in today?”

“Had nothing better to do,” Noonie laughed. “What are you doing here?”

Huffing to himself, Jimin stayed frozen there, minding his own business and not listening to their casual banter. So Noonie did have friends...

“I needed to return a book,” the unfamiliar voice giggled. Cutely, might he add. Drifting off into a bored trance, Jimin earned himself a slap on the back of the head from his cousin.

“Don’t be rude. Introduce yourself,” she whispered through her smile, widening her eyes in warning as usual.

Lifting his head from the desk, Jimin directed his stare behind him as a hooded figure came to view. A sweet smile crossed his features like second-nature as he waved to the stranger. Opening his mouth to greet them, his breath hitched in his throat when his gaze met yours. More specifically, his eyes strayed to the blooming bruise on the mirror side to his.

“Y/N, this is my dork of a cousin, Jimin. Jimin, Y/N.” Introducing them to each other, the two reached out awkwardly and shook hands. Jimin’s mouth was still parted as he attempted to form at least a greeting.

“Hi—hello,” he finally managed to make out.

A nervous grin crept onto your face when you noticed he was still holding onto your hand. Retreating sheepishly, Jimin’s cheeks flushed a bright pink color. “Hi,” you murmured.

Noonie’s eyes bounced back and forth between you and Jimin. “Do you two know each other?” she asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

The two of you were in such a daze, you forgot she was also in the room. Snapping both of your heads to her, Noonie’s hands flew to her jaw-dropped mouth when she too noticed the matching bruises.

“Huh,” she chuckled. “I guess this is where I bid the bibliomaniac and bibliophile goodbye.” Getting up from her seat, Noonie shot the pair a teasing wink before running off to the storage room in the back. With Noonie gone, the socially inept bookworms were left to their own devices, silent and struggling to find the courage to speak first.

A few seconds passed by like minutes, and the tension only seemed to grow; an unavoidable outcome, given the current circumstance. You were the book thief he’d been chasing for the past three months? Noticing Jimin’s lingering gaze that trailed higher than your eyes, your hand instinctively shot up to the dark purple spot on your forehead in embarrassment.

“Pleasure to finally meet you,” you mumbled softly, eyes glued at the floor for the fear that he’d see your red cheeks through your shielding hands.

Blinking a couple times to make sure that this was real life, Jimin cleared his throat. What if this was all just one big dream?

“So you’re the book thief,” he chuckled half-heartedly, still in shock that he had finally found you.

Raising your eyebrows, you stood frozen like a deer in headlights before remembering that you actually had to breathe. “Oh—yeah. That...” You rubbed the back of your neck as your nerves began to creep up on you. “And you must be the book hoarder?”

Pursing his lips to hold back a childish snort, Jimin nodded. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one that made up a nickname for you. More seconds of awkward silence followed, making the two of you burst into laughter at your similar nature.

“I’m sorry,” you choked into nervous coughs. “I’m not good at this whole—socializing thing.” Jimin could’ve sworn his heart hiccuped at your confession. Were you reading his mind?

“No, no!” he assured, waving his frantically in rebuttal to comfort your flustered state. “Don’t worry. It’s fine. I’m awful at it.” Flashing a bright smile at his crescent-shaped eyes, his face seemed to glow like the moon when he laughed.

“God,” you facepalmed, still giggling and blushing at how embarrassing this entire meeting was. “Where should we start?”

Biting his lip while grinning in thought, Jimin felt his pulse race as a newfound confidence revealed itself.

“Maybe we can talk about your obsession with laminated bookmarks?” Giggling softly, you broke into another smile. How could you resist a face like that? Nodding in submission at his undeniable soft nature, you came up with a split second decision that might aid in diffusing the awkward tension that still lingered.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” you offered shyly, the blushing warmth of your racing pulse still evident on the center of your face.

Holding back another giddy smile, Jimin nodded eagerly, allowing the two of you to walk side by side up the stairs you knew all too well.

Turning right at the anthropology and history text shelf, the narrow aisle led you and Jimin to the hidden corner you loved.

“You know where this is?” Jimin gawked. His face was that of pure astonishment, but he spoke with a pout in his voice, probably disappointed that another soul knew of the whereabouts of the ‘secret garden’ that was hidden in the old building. “I thought this was a super secret hideout...”

Breaking into a chuckle at his stupefied look, you nodded proudly. Sitting down and patting the cushion beside you, he sat down carefully. “Who do you think added the extra pillows?”

Opening and closing his mouth a couple times, you took the chance to lift the corner of the fluffy blanket and reveal a book the size of an archaeological manuscript. Concealed by the bulk of the blanket and positioning of the cushions, it wasn’t a book at all, but rather a hollowed out encyclopedia with a hidden compartment. In said compartment lied a box of Pocky sticks, a packet of Sour Patch Kids, gummy bears, and wipes. Nevertheless, you were a responsible library snacker and Noonie didn’t allow you up here without good reason.

Jimin’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “How did—when did you— ” he stuttered. “How? What? I’m so confused, are you MacGyver’s second life reincarnation or something?”

You burst into a giggly fit of laughter and were on the verge of getting a stomachache. He was cute when he was speechless. “I think I’m the only other person who knows this library as well as you do. I’m here all the time.” Tearing open a packet of Pocky, you popped a chocolate-covered pretzel stick into his agape mouth and smiled at his reaction. Just like a child, he began chewing mindlessly, unable to resist the chocolatey treat. “And I was here yesterday.”

“Let me get this straight,” he said with food still in his mouth. “You were coming downstairs after hanging out here, and you ran away from me after that collision because you knew who I was?”

Hiding your face in your hands, you mumbled an inaudible “yes” at the embarrassing statement. “I thought Noonie told you about me or that you’d have some sneaking suspicion about why the cushions were out of place by the time you got there.”

“I knew I wasn’t going crazy...” he muttered to himself. Popping another stick into his mouth, the snacking gave you time to mask your mortified face and relax into the padded fabric.

“So what’s with you and laminated dead foliage?” he finally questioned, carefully reaching over for another pretzel stick. No one could resist chocolate, after all.

An unconscious nasal snort escaped you when his honest form of asking the question registered in your mind and nearly made you choke. Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out an orange leaf. Since your freshman year, you always made sure to carry one around with you for good luck.

Biting your lip as you tried to concentrate on coming up with a response, you sighed. “When I was in preschool, I always got in trouble for reading too much. During naptime, I’d be nose deep in a book when everyone was asleep, and the teachers would scold me for not playing with the other kids during lunch. I’d come home upset. Sometimes, I’d even cry because I was so frustrated that no one understood that I just wanted to be left alone with my book.”

Jimin was listening intently as a dry smile crossed your face at the memory. “My mom saw how upset I was, so one day, she asked me if I wanted to make bookmarks with her. She told me about how if I left each leaf in a book that I loved, the person who would find it would be the one who understood me.”

Jimin’s gaze pierced through yours as his hands suddenly but slowly wrapped around yours, still holding the fallen leaf. When you looked up, your breath hitched in your throat. “But that seems a little elusive, right?” you whispered.

“After everything we’ve gone through the past few months, I think it’s plausible.” His voice was confident. Studying his features, the corner of your lip perked up into a smile.

“When someone blushes, doesn't that mean 'yes?'” he phrased, referencing a book the two of you could probably recite by heart.

Unable to repress your smile any longer, a warm blush fanned over your cheeks once again, but this time, you weren’t the only one whose face had gone rosy.

“Nice to meet you, Jimin,” you giggled, welcoming the warmth of his hands that enveloped yours perfectly. When he began running his fingertips over the tops of your hands soothingly, an awestruck expression flashed across his face.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he replied softly as your name flowed off of his lips like honey.

“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”

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CHAPTER THREE: YOU KNOCK ME OUT COLD AND DISAPPEAR

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, small mention of suicide

word count: 2.2k

summary: It’s time for y/n to carry out her escape plan.

part two

“Here’s the diary you asked for.” Kevin gives you a small notebook with a pen. “Thank you.” Tomorrow is gonna be the day. The day you finally escape. When you enter your room, you sit on your bed and write down the info you have gathered all week.

Everyone goes to their room around 2 in the morning. Eric gets his midnight snack at 2:30, and Sunwoo goes to the toilet around 3. By the time they’re all asleep it’s 3:30. Instead of leaving at 3:30 you decide that it’s better to stay put till 4. You also checked the door last night. It doesn’t have any censors and an easy lock. This should be an easy mission.

“Knock knock.” Younghoon walks into your room. You quickly close your diary and put it on your nightstand.

“That’s not how you knock.”

He laughs and lies on your bed. “I’m so bored, what should we do?” “We?” You turn around to face him and he nods. You look outside. It’s been raining all week but the sun has been shining all morning. “Why don’t we sit in the garden?” You suggest. Ever since you came back from the grocery store you’ve only been inside. You needed some fresh air.

After a couple minutes you were outside with Younghoon, sitting on a picnic blanket, eating some fruit and enjoying the nice weather.

“Ah, the weather is great today.” Younghoon smiles, laying down on the blanket and you do the same. You smile at the warm feeling from the sun, finally relaxing.

Even though your eyes are closed, you can suddenly feel a shadow above you, blocking the sun. “What the-, move!” You hear Younghoon complain and you open your eyes to see Hyunjae, standing between you too. If you’re completely honest you’ve been avoiding him ever since what happened that one night. The more you hangout with him, the weirder you start to feel.

“What are you guys doing?” “What does it look like? We’re enjoying the sun.” Younghoon puts his sunglasses back on and lays down again. You’re about to close your eyes again but Hyunjae finds a way to lie between you two. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Younghoon groans. “I wanna enjoy the sun too.” “Go do that somewhere else.” “No.” You scootch over a bit and decide to just ignore him.

»»————-　➴　————-««

After you’re done with cleaning the living room and folding the laundry, Jacob asks you to have another guitar session, to which you excitedly agree. You loved his voice and you were hoping he could tell you a bit more about the boys.

He starts off by singing Paris In The Rain by Lauv. you absolutely love his voice and you automatically start smiling the second you hear him sing. You once again take your time to look at him. He has a soft smile as he sings, his hair falling just right above his eyes that are following the chords of the guitar and his head slowly nodding with the melodies.

When he finishes the song, you applaud him. “Wow Jacob, you’re so good at singing. Do you have some self-written songs?” He nods “I do, do you want to hear one?” You nod excitedly. “This one is called happy-” Jacob gets interrupted by Hyunjae storming into your room. Are you actually kidding me?

“Jacob, Sangyeon needs you to help him.” Jacob nods, stands up and thanks you for your time before leaving to help Sangyeon. You were hoping Hyunjae would leave with Jacob but instead he sits next to you on the bed, very close, leaving no personal space.

You're about to scootch away from him. But he places his hand on your thigh to stop you. Usually if a guy did this you would slap his hand away, but you can’t bring yourself to do that right now. “What’s with the distance? You’ve been avoiding me all week. Did you think I wouldn't notice?” He asks in a low voice. Your brain starts to fog up. “I-” You try to find words to say but nothing comes out. His face gets closer, never breaking eye contact with you.

“What? Do I make you nervous?” He smirks. You feel a bubble of annoyance come up. As you're about to reply with ‘no’, Eric storms in. “Y/n! ah Hyunjae, there you are!” “What do you want?” Hyunjae asks, clearly annoyed at Eric interrupting the two of you.

“Y/n, come play games with me. Hyunjae, you can come too if you want.” Hyunjae huffs and rolls his eyes. “Y/n, please.” Eric whines, now pulling your arm, trying to get you off the bed. “Okay okay.” You give in, scared to be alone with Hyunjae in one room. You would be lying if you say that your heart doesn't flutter every time you see him.

After an hour and a half of playing mario kart with Eric and Hyunjae, and you despite your sneaky protests, sitting in between them, and you beating both of them more than seven times, it’s finally time for dinner. And guess who you're sitting next to. Hyunjae.

“So guys, our break is ending. Our next group mission starts next week, so make sure you prepare for it well. I’ll tell you guys the details later.” Sangyeon announces and the boys cheer. “Finally I was so bored.” Changmin drops on his chair. “You're always bored, maybe you're just boring.” Eric laughs, making fun of him, but quickly stopping as Changmin points a knife at him.

After dinner Sangyeon and Chanhee offer to help clean up and Kevin helps you with the dishes. By the time you're done it’s late, so you decide to go to bed first. Since your escape is tomorrow, you need as much rest as you can.

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Today you woke up a little later than normally so you won't be tired tonight. You really need your energy to run as fast as possible. After you guys are done with eating breakfast you watch a drama with Juyeon, Haknyeon and Eric, do laundry and clean the house and by the time you're done it's time to prepare for dinner which Younghoon and Sunwoo helps you with.

After dinner you clean up with Eric and then go to your room to prepare your outfits. You grab a sweater from your closet and a pair of leggings that would be comfortable and warm, since it would be cold at night.

While you put them under your bed with your sneakers, someone knocks on your door. Finally someone who can knock, you think. “Come in.” Jacob comes in smiling at you. “Hi, am I disturbing you?” You shake your head sitting on your bed and he does the same.

“Well I just wanna tell you I'm very happy to have you here, you’ve been helping us a lot even though I know you don’t wanna be here and I really appreciate you. I would’ve given you a present, but I don't think you would appreciate stolen stuff.” He looks down at his knees, blushing a bit, cute.

You started to feel a pang of guilt in your heart, Jacob has been an angel to you ever since you first spoke to him but you couldn’t take it any longer, you wanted to leave. You needed to leave. Trying to enjoy the time you had left with him you guys spent hours talking about Canada, his childhood, why he doesn’t swear and about how much he loves basketball. You could watch him talk for hours. You nod to everything he says, trying to ignore the butterflies you feel when you two make eye contact.

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You look up at the clock in your room. 04:00. You get up from your bed and make your way to your bedroom door. You slowly open your door and walk to the stairs, quietly going down the steps and taking breaks every few steps. You mentally sigh when u make it downstairs u slowly make your way to the front door in the dark careful not to make a noise.

When you walk past the kitchen you decide to take a knife with you, just in case. When you get to the door you slowly open the door, cringing at the little squeak sound it makes in the process.

Once the door is wide enough for you to fit in, you step outside, leaving the door open, since the sound of the door closing might wake them up. You take a few quick steps till you reach further from the house.

Once you’re reaching the forest you hear the door slam open. Shit! You turn around before you start running. Sangyeon’s standing at the door. Clearly very angry. “Y/N!” You hear him scream as you start running fasters. You hear the others making a fuss as you take a turn right into the forest.

“God, she’s fast.” Kevin breathes out, taking a break from running. “Yeah, just let her go, I'm too tired.” Chanhee squats down, Younghoon doing the same. “No! she’ll report us to the police and then it’s over for us, we need to find her.” Sangyeon says before making his way to the forest, the others following behind him.

You notice the forest is on top of a hill, which makes you run down faster. You run way faster than expected, almost twisting your ankle when taking a turn left. The footsteps of the boys started to fade away but you didn’t slow down, adrenaline still rushing through your body.

“Y/N!” Sangyeon screams looking around, he stops running and waits for the others to catch up, when they do, he shares his plan. “Okay, we're splitting up in the units we use for our missions, call me when you find her.” And they all split up in their units, Sangyeon’s unit going left.

“How could she do this?” Eric sighs. “I mean we kidnapped her, this was bound to happen.” Hyunjae says. He hates to admit but he’s worried sick and hopes you're not hurt. He shrugs it off thinking it's just a normal reaction and that he’s not actually catching feelings for you.

After a while your running slows down and you start to get tired. You stumble across a huge fallen down tree and you decide to hide behind it. Cliche but you're so tired, you can barely feel your legs. Once you sit down, you bend a bit making sure your head isn’t visible. You sigh. Why did you have to be the one to get kidnapped, why did they have to rob the store you work at. You stop the tears you feel from flowing so it won’t block your sight.

“How fast is she, God.” You hear Changmin’s voice from a little distance. Shit. You're freaking out but remain in your position. You pray that they won’t see you, cause they’ll definitely kill you when they do. The voices are starting to fade and you take the opportunity to start running again, regaining the adrenaline you had earlier.

But you should’ve waited. Juyeon spots you. “There!” You hear him yell and they start running after you. You panic, taking a run right, into the darker part of the forest. You jump over another fallen tree and make your way further down. Once you lose them you slow down a bit. You can barely see anything, so you start walking.

Suddenly you feel two hands grab you. You startle and stab the person with the knife you're holding. “Ow!” Jacob. You panic as you start running again, feeling slightly bad that he was the one you stabbed. You hope he’s okay as you start running faster.

After a while you stumble over something that makes you fall down, hurting your knee and elbows. “Fuck.” You whisper, quickly getting up. Soon after you run into a tree hurting your chest and cheek. You were getting so tired, you couldn’t even focus on where you were running to. You prayed this all was just a bad dream and you would wake up in your own room again, remaining your normal life.

“Jacob what happened!” Sangyeon gives him a worried look. The boys gather around Jacob, who’s holding his arm. “She stabbed me.” He understands why you did it but it still hurts him. “God, she has a knife.” Sunwoo panics. “Younghoon and Chanhee, bring Jacob to the house and take care of his wound. The rest of us will keep on searching.” The boys nod at his order and split up again.

An hour passes and the boys still haven’t found you. Hyunjae starts to worry even more. They were all wearing a jacket, but you didn't. It was so cold around this time of the day and it would be so easy to freeze up. “Shouldn’t we just give up. The sun will start rising soon, she’ll probably show up again.” He suggests, but Sangyeon ignores him. He sighs. As much as he wants you to be free, he doesn’t want to let you go.

You’re just roaming around at this point. You have no idea how much time has passed, or if the boys have given up already. You think it might be easier to just stab yourself with a knife and just die. But you didn’t want to give up. You wanted your old life back. You finally see the end of the forest a couple meters away from you and run towards it. But something grabs you and spins you around. You look up and your eyes widen. Hyunjae.

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baepsaets · 5 years

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Sitting On His Face

ot7 reaction: he wants you to ride his face.

warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink, sir kink

(a/n: i’ve put a read more! whether or not it works is another matter lmao. if you have a request, message me!)

Kim Seokjin

When Jin first suggested it, you scoffed.

“Don’t be ridiculous baby, I’ll break your neck.”

Jin raised an eyebrow. He walked toward you slowly, where you were putting dishes away in the kitchen.

“It’d be so hot though,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck. You tried to pull away self-consciously, unsure but undeniably turned on by the idea.

“No way. It’ll never work.”

He chuckled against your skin, arm curling around your waist to stop your fidgeting. “We’ll see.”

That night, Jin had your pussy hovering over his willing and waiting mouth, tongue slipping out to tease your clit and compel you to sit down further.

Min Yoongi

“If you want more, you’re gonna have to grind.”

You whined in embarrassment, hovering over Yoongi’s face. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“My precious slut could never,” he cooed. His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and possibly something else, which shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. “Now listen—I’m gonna stick my tongue out, and you’re gonna ride my face until you cum. If you cum like a good girl, I’ll fuck your pretty pussy until you cum again. Okay?”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised, stroking your thigh. “Now get down here and grind.”

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok pulled away with a groan, grinning wolfishly. “And you didn’t want to do this.”

You whined and clenched, desperate for him to continue but too self-conscious to press down. Hoseok mouthed teasingly at your pussy lips, avoiding your clit. “You thought you wouldn’t like it.”

“I was nervous,” you panted, trying to wiggle your hips enticingly. He laughed and held you tighter, keeping you in place.

“All that worrying for nothing,” he murmured. “Now look at you—so fucked out and desperate, dripping right into my mouth. Do you wanna cum like this?”

You blushed and nodded, watching his eyes darken in hungry delight before he pressed forward, sucking your clit back into his mouth.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon laid down on the bed, biting his lip. “Come here, princess.”

You obeyed on unsteady feet, pussy already throbbing. He’d been teasing you all day, finger trailing playfully up and down your panty-clad pussy while watching Netflix in the living room. When your roommate finally left for her night class, you jumped at the opportunity to finally fuck Namjoon into the mattress.

You crawled onto the bed, but he patted the pillow next to his head. “Higher.” You complied nervously, near his chest. “Higher.”

You realized what he was implying and blushed, looking away. “I don’t know—,”

“Wouldn’t it be hot?” he asked, voice pleading. “Come sit on my face and let Daddy make you feel good.”

Park Jimin

Jimin pulled out of you, leaving your pussy clenching achingly around nothing.

“Baby,” you whined, reaching down to press him back into you, before he flipped on his back and pulled you closer.

“I won’t last,” he admitted, face flushed and panting. “Sit on my face.”

You gasped at his crude demand. “But I could hurt you.”

“I won’t let that happen,” he promised. He helped you sit upright, maneuvering you into position, bracing yourself on the bed above him. “Don’t you trust me?”

He trailed kisses across your thigh, and your pussy was already so hot and needy because of his previous fucking. You nodded and he grinned, pressing kisses closer and closer to where you needed him most.

Kim Taehyung

“(Y/N),” Taehyung said. “I want you to sit on my face.”

You choked on your drink. “No, oh, my God! I’d hurt you!”

“No, you wouldn’t,” he whined. “I’ll tap your thigh three times if I need you to stop, I promise.”

You looked away, face flaming. “Can’t we just . . . do that the normal way?”

He sat next to you on the couch, hand coming up to tilt your chin in his direction. His eyes were hot but his touch was devastatingly gentle. “We can, if that makes you more comfortable. But I really want you to ride my face until you’re shaking and crying and cumming so hard you can’t stand it.”

Jeon Jungkook

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, balanced precariously above him.

“Sit down,” Jungkook commanded. His hot breath fanned across your pussy and you shuddered, grip tightening on the headboard.

“You’ll tell me if you need to stop?”

Jungkook’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips, eyes glinting in anticipation. You knew he wanted to take control—wrap his arms around your thighs and drag you down against his mouth until you were sobbing—but was waiting until you were comfortable. “Of course, jagi.”

You nodded and took a deep breath, lowering yourself slowly. You moaned when his tongue finally lashed out, catching the wetness dripping out of your slit.

Bonus: Mistress

(a/n: i wrote these and realized they’re all subby—sorry for my own personal bias! if you’re a dom, here’s one with a member of your choosing.)

You lifted up, stroking Member’s hair as he panted for breath. “You okay, baby?”

He nodded and tried to lean up again, but your grip tightened until he whined. “Wanna make you cum, Mistress, please—please.”

“What a good boy,” you cooed, running your thumb across his swollen mouth. He sucked it between his lips, swirling his tongue around it enticingly. You pulled away and went back to tugging his hair. “Always so eager to make Mistress happy. But are you okay?”

“Yes,” he panted. “Please let me make you cum, Mistress.”

Your pussy clenched at his fucked-out voice. He was such a pretty little boy—mouth swollen and red, eyes glassy and so, so desperate to please you.

“Okay, I’m gonna sit back down,” you told him. “If you make me cum, I’ll reward you.”

He whined and struggled against your grip on his hair. You let go and grabbed the headboard while he dived back in, tongue immediately finding and laving against your clit.

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jkeuphoriadreamland · 4 years

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illicit photography (8)•jjk

Pairing: University!Student Jungkook X Professor!Reader 18+M 4.3K words {photography student!au} 11/3/2019

Warnings: explicit, mentions of childhood traumas, manipulation, yandere behavior, obsessive themes, dom themes, sub themes, unprotected sex, anal play, rimming, fingering, hand job, penetration, oral (female receiving),whiny baby koo, bratty baby koo...etc...

Synopsis: You’re a well respected university professor who assigns a portfolio project to your photography students, but your best student, Jungkook, doesn’t follow the rules very well.

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt. 6 - pt.7 - pt.8 - pt. 9 - final

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An entire week had passed without a word from you. Yoongi was beginning to think that you had been kidnapped. As he walks towards his vehicle, he notices a familiar figure standing near it. “Can I help you?” Yoongi questions the young stranger dressed in all black. It’s hard to see him clearly and he can’t quite put his finger on it, but it feels like he knows him.

“Actually, yes.” Jungkook replies with a vile tone. He’s been waiting for hours for Yoongi to show up only to have him be disrespectful. “I need you to stay away from _____.”

He laces his words with venom making sure to get his point across. When he initially planned on confronting Yoongi, he didn’t expect to feel such rage from just being in his presence. Jungkook clenches his fists trying to control himself. He really didn’t get why you talked to Yoongi when he was all you needed.

“I’m sorry, and you are?” Yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion. He’s really not sure what he’s being told because he doesn’t even know who this punk is. Carefully he steps back to ensure his safety. Yoongi may be an ass, but he wasn’t a stupid ass. This young stranger looks to be a few inches taller than him, and much heavier.

“It doesn’t matter who I am. ____ is mine. If you call her again or if I so much as see you near her, you’ll be sorry.” At this point Jungkook is seeing red. He can’t fathom someone else taking you from him. You were all he had left of love. No one could fill your void. He needed to be sure Yoongi didn’t get in the way. Hopefully this way he’d get the message.

A sudden realization dawns on Yoongi and before he could stop himself he questions Jungkook again.

“Wait, are you Jungkook? Are you the guy that’s been keeping her so busy she doesn’t have time for her friends?”

Jungkook almost wants to laugh at the pathetic look on Yoongi’s face. Why was he not getting it? How many ways did he need to tell Yoongi to stay away?

“She wants to be with me, obviously. Just do as I say, or else.”

“Are you threatening me?” Yoongi’s voice gets slightly louder and only because Jungkook loved you did he hold himself back. He knew he was not in a good place to lose control. Campus police would be on him within minutes.

With a dark smile, Jungkook turns to walk away and disappears into the dark streets. As Yoongi stands there, his heart beat starts to settle and his fists slowly begin to loosen.

“Who the fuck does this kid think he is?”

Thinking twice before making his decision, he pulls out his phone and calls you.

“Hello? Yoongi?”

“Hey, ____. Listen, we’ve gotta talk.”

Trying to rid himself of the boiling anger inside of him, Jungkook starts up a run that eventually leads him to your place. He doesn’t remember how long he ran, or even how far, all he knew was that he was now calm.

The entire way his mind continuously played tricks on him, countless scenarios of Yoongi and you doing so many disgusting things. His stomach couldn’t handle the images. It was so obvious there were feelings involved, otherwise, why would he be so defensive?

As he steps into your home, this time using the key you gave him, he removes his boots in the foyer. The house was quiet and dark, something Jungkook never liked to experience when he was in your presence.

“___? Are you home?”

Hearing nothing he walks further into the house, but you’re nowhere to be found. His heart starts hammering in chest at the prospect that you’ve left him. Maybe you knew he wasn’t worth your time? Maybe he was too childish? He always fucked everything up.

In a panic he runs up the stairs searching for you in random places, until he hears your sweet voice coming from the guest room.

Quickly he rushes only to see you on the floor sitting with your legs tucked neatly behind you and your hands in your lap. Were you this way because of him? “Are you okay, noona? Did something happen?”

Jungkook comes closer wanting to sit exactly as you are, but you stop him before he does.

“No! Stay right there.”

Nervously Jungkook swallows. He was beginning to think that Yoongi wasn’t as thin skinned as he had originally thought. Knowing where this was going, he begins to panic

“What’s the matter, noona? I was so worried. Is everything okay?”

You finally look up at him only to regret it. In the light the room was casting, Jungkook looked like a helpless and lost boy. Could your Kookie really be the monster Yoongi had said he was?

“Jungkook, I received a phone call from...Yoongi..and he told me you went to see him, and that you...threatened him?” You look at the floor afraid that if you looked into his eyes, he would hypnotize you all over again, but Jungkook wasn’t going to let you hide. He dramatically drops to his knees in front of you, bowing completely, placing his head on your lap. The whole thing happened so quickly you never had time to stop him.

He’s completely hunched over, head buried in your stomach, his hair the only thing visible on his head. His hands were wrapped tightly around your waist as he lie quietly waiting in silence.

“Jungkook what are you doing? Stop this. You didn’t answer me.” Gently you tug on his hair to get his attention, but he starts to shake his head in refusal.

“Please! Noona, I’m so sorry. I didn’t threaten him. I’m so afraid you’re going to go. I’m not worth love. I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve anyone!”

His words turn into sobs as he finishes his last words with loud heaves and cries. As he takes in deep breaths his back expands and contracts with the emotions and weight of his heart. He doesn’t stop crying, tears flowing onto your lap and wetting your thighs.

At first you were surprised, but when the crying continues for five minutes, you can’t resist the need to soothe away his pain. Rubbing over his long soft hair, you hush his cries and whisper words of praise to unburden his soul.

“Shh, it’s okay, Kookie. We can talk about this later. I’m not going anywhere...shhh..”

You wonder where all of this began. You were not a fool by any means, but somewhere along the line your vision was altered and mind transfixed. This relationship was like a drug, and strangely enough you fed off of it like life. You knew it was wrong what he had done; knew you should walk away, but you also knew Jungkook wouldn’t hurt a fly if the way he treated you was any indicator. He was damaged and needed someone to love him. You would talk with him about this, but right now, he needed you.

“Jungkook, I want you to stop crying and sit up. Look at me.”

Slowly you feel him lift his head and when he comes to a sitting position, you want to cry at the vision before you. His precious large eyes are red and swollen, wet with the tears of his anguish. His perfect nose is wet and pink at the tip. The beautiful smile that carries your breath away is gone, replaced with pouty and saddened puffy lips. He was beautiful, and he was so bad for you.

You know he acted out of emotions due to his abusive past, but you weren’t going to make excuses for him. He needed to become an independent man, live life on his own. He couldn’t depend on you forever. Tenderly you wipe a stray tear away with your thumb.

“Baby, I know you think you need me…” Jungkook begins to whimper, but you hold his hand and continue. “But, I should not be everything you think about. I’m not the center of your world, or at least I shouldn’t be. You need to become a photographer, or start your own art studio, you don’t need me for that.”

Jungkook can’t believe what is coming out of your mouth. Didn’t you know that he was drowning before he found you? You became his light and reason for being who he was. No one could ever replace that.

“No, noona. NO! You’re trying to leave me. I knew Yoongi would make you leave. What is he telling you? Why do you believe him?” he begins his rant angrily, but towards the end of it, his words become soft, almost a whisper. His head had made its way to the crook of your neck where his whispers tickle your flesh. The way he would tuck himself into you made him feel small, and as much as you knew what he was doing, you couldn’t blame him.

Secretly you enjoyed his need for you. No other person had ever made you feel so wanted, so needed. This would have to end at some point, but for now, you would hold him.

“Let’s go to bed, Kookie. It’s been a long day.”

“Listen, I’m sorry that Jungkook did what he did. He didn’t mean it. He’s...hurt. I’m not trying to justify it, but I need you to be understanding.” You told Jungkook you needed to meet with Yoongi, and although he was against it, he relented on one condition. As he watched you from across the cafe, hiding in his big hoodie, he couldn’t help but wonder what poison Yoongi was spewing your way.

“____, I get it. You think you’re in love with this guy, but he’s bad news. Why are you defending him?”

“I’m not defending him. I just need you to be a bit more understanding. Not everyone comes from a privileged household.”

“He threatened me! How are you okay with that?”

“I’m not okay with it. I’ve already talked to him.” you sigh in frustration before choosing your next words. “Yoongi, I know we’ve been friends a long time, but trust me when I say everything is fine. We’re having coffee together, right?”

You were already taking too long, and Yoongi wasn’t being cooperative. The phone in your pocket kept vibrating and you knew it would be a matter of time before Jungkook made his way over. “Listen, can we be friends again? Are we okay? Please say yes.”

Yoongi was upset, the entire conversation making him stressed out for your safety, but when you smiled at him, a little weight fell off his shoulders. “Yes, _____, we’re okay. Just please be careful.”

When he went to grab your hand, you noticed Jungkook’s shadow begin to stand up, and so you quickly pulled back. “Great! I’ll call you.” Without waiting for Yoongi, you grabbed your things and made a b line straight for the restrooms. Jungkook would be waiting there, in the small entrance hallway. Before you can turn the corner, he’s on you, pressing you against the wall, his hand wrapping around your neck gently.

“I can’t take it, noona. He wanted to touch you. Don’t you see, he wants you. I hate it.”

His lips are hairs breath away, his body just as close. You can feel the heat coming off of him in waves. Whenever he got upset, you could feel it. The way he was gasping for air mimicked a panic attack. You needed to get him to relax.

“Kookie, no. He understands. He’s fine with it. Calm down. See...I’m here...look at me….”

When his eyes focus, they land on your mouth, entranced by the way you move your lips.

“You promise, noona?”

“I promise, Kookie. Now…” Knowing how to distract him, you slide a hand down over his sweats, and over his length. The sensation brings a small surprised gasp out of his mouth, but he quickly surrenders. “You need to be a good boy and relax. I’m here...only me...can you feel me?” Your hand continues to massage over his now hardening cock. When you feel how quickly he comes to life in your hands, you smile teasingly. “Good boy. Now watch him leave, Kookie. I’m here with you, not him.”

Jungkook’s head comes down onto your shoulder as he lets you take over his body. Anger now turned into lust, Jungkook falls into focusing on the way your hands move over him, completely forgetting about Yoongi. You always felt so good and knew him so well. You were perfect; always have been.

“Feels, so...ughh..good, noona. Don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it, baby. Do you see now? I love you and no one else. Alright?”

Jungkook nods his head fervently, too caught up in the way your hands are making him feel. Your grip tightens and presses into his center firmly. Although you’re the one pressed against the wall, Jungkook is the one melting into a puddle. He inches his face closer to your neck so his whimpers are muffled.

The cafe was already empty, closing time in the next twenty minutes or so. Wanting to move things along, you slide your hand under the band of his sweats. Jungkook braces his hands on either side of your shoulders when he feels your hand wrap around his length. As soon as you start to stroke him, his legs get weak. “This won’t do, baby. Spit.” Taking out your hand, you place it under his chin and catch the clear liquid. Getting back to business you roll the tip of his cock in the palm of your hands before sliding back down and around him. Endless teasing of tugs and squeezes has Jungkook a whimpering mess against your neck.

“Come on, Kookie. We need to let go of all this frustration before someone catches us. Can you cum, baby, hmm?”

The cutest whimper you’ve ever heard comes from his lips and you bite down your own to resist sliding your free hand into your own pants for relief. After a few long seconds, he’s coming hard onto your hand. Based on the way his body shakes after, you can tell it was good.

“Let’s go home. Kookie.” Swiping his hair off his forehead, you kiss him lovingly. Wiping your hand on the inside of his sweatpants, you bring your mouth close to his ear. “Keep that load nice and warm for noona.”

Like an obedient child Jungkook doesn’t flinch when you snap his band back into place. Grabbing his hand, you walk him out of the cafe feeling like a women on fire. Jungkook was your pain and pleasure. You weren’t ready to let go of him yet.

Yoongi can’t shake the weird way you defended Jungkook. He’s never known you to be so dumb. There was a glaze over your eyes he’d never seen before. It was almost like he didn’t know who you were, but he trusted you. If you said you were okay, he would try to believe you, but he wasn’t going to sit on his ass.

He had gone back to campus that night, searching up everything he could find on Jungkook. Interestingly enough, he was clean. No criminal records, no warnings, no failing classes...nothing. As he reaches up to rub out the tension in his neck, another hand touches his own. Yoongi jumps from the unexpected contact.

“Shit! Namjoon...what are you doing here?”

Namjoon stands there stunned, in his black rimmed glasses and messenger bag hooked over his shoulder. At first he looks confused, and then apologetic.

“I was just finishing up some work, I’m sorry, Yoongi. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Huffing out a sigh of relief, Yoongi shrugs his shoulders and smiles. “It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“Yeah, usually no one is here. So...were you busy? I was just going to ...” Yoongi cuts him off knowing full well he wanted to invite him somewhere to make this less awkward, but right now what Yoongi needed wasn’t a date.

“No.” Yoongi’s answer confuses Namjoon. He drops his head forward trying to think of what to say. “No? You don’t want to go out and…”

“No, I don’t. Actually. I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place.”

Yoongi knew what he was doing wasn’t right. He had minimal feelings for Namjoon, but he was beyond frustrated. And then, after weeks of not seeing you, today made him miss you more. He was angry and needed a release. Jungkook was a nuisance and right now all he needed was to forget. When he sees Namjoon’s reaction, he was not disappointed.

“I- I’m sorry. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am.” Slowly he walks up to Namjoon watching the tall man shrink before his presence. The bag he was holding slides down his arm, falling to the floor. When Yoongi reaches him, he tilts his head up suggestively. “Or maybe you’d prefer we did it here?”

It was obvious they couldn’t do what Yoongi had suggested, but it didn’t take much more convincing for Namjoon. Stumbling to grab his bag he turns and starts walking out of the building with Yoongi on his tail. He might regret this later, but right now he didn’t care. He needed to clear his mind and maybe then he would get somewhere.

You wake up to another day of Jungkook wrapped around your body. His leg was hooked over your form like a vice and you knew it would be a hard morning for him. The truth was you couldn’t blame him. His love was addicting. It was as if you never knew you needed it until him.

Your life was also not an easy one. You never liked to share it because bringing up the past seemed so trivial, but apparently you should have been more aware of your psychological state because now you were dependent on what he offered.

As a child your family life was not great. With an alcoholic father that was in and out of your life you never had the love you needed. Your mother was no better. She ran off to be with some guy when you were seven. On the nights your father would drink he would get angry, and when he would get angry, he would hit. Bringing your arm up you see a memory of a scar given by him. Sighing out into the room you snuggle further into Jungkook’s hair. Maybe you were also a mess who needed some sort of rescuing, and maybe Jungkook was the one to do so.

Realizing that time won’t stop for any man, you try to squeeze out of Jungkook’s grasp. Sliding over the mattress, you’re barely an inch away, when Jungkook pulls you back into place. His head on your chest, he hums his disagreement. “No. Want noona..don’t leave.”

Letting your head fall back in amusement, you wiggle out of his arms once again, but this time Jungkook spins you flat on your back with his body over yours. “Why do you always have to leave?” He stares at you with eyes so intense, you would cower if you didn’t know better. “Baby, I need to make money to survive. You should get ready for class.”

You boop his nose with your finger and he furrows his brows. “Noona. I don’t have class today. I’ve only got to finish my project. I’m almost done with the semester, and then I’ll graduate.”

With everything that had been going on you had almost forgotten. “Oh my God, you’re right, Kookie! What do you want to do to celebrate?”

He smiles mischievously and then taps a kiss to your lips. “I wanna eat.”

“Oh? What do you want to eat, baby?” It seems you asked the wrong question because in an instant, Jungkook is down below the blanket pulling off your panties.

“Kookie...no..stop...I’ve gotta go..we can’t….fuck….” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as soon as he licks a strip up your cunt.

“I wanna eat my noona out.” His words vibrate against your slit causing you to buck up against his mouth. Sliding his hands under your body to grab your ass, he lifts you up and attaches himself to you, eating you with renewed passion. He slurps up your juices being driven by the way your hips undulate under his attack.

Flat on your back, you feel hot, body burning with need as you hook your legs over his body. Your hands come down making sure to keep his pretty little head exactly where it needs to be. The way he swipes his tongue in and out of your core, has you crying for mercy, heels pushing harder into his skin.

Secretly he enjoys the way you abuse his body. He would give it to you over and over to do with it as you please. He loved your body...he loved you….endlessly.

He works quickly to bring you closer to your high. He can tell you’re almost there, and just before you let go, he detaches himself.

You pull him up by the hair, searching him for an answer, but are quickly rewarded with one when he places the head of his cock at your entrance. He dips down to devour you in a sweet kiss as he slowly ruts against with your opening. Teasingly he brings the tip of his head in and out, never completely sinking himself fully. Every move brings him inside a little more and when you go to press your heels to urge him forward, he pushes against your feet with his ass.

“Stop being so greedy, noona. I wanna make this feeling last. I love how warm you feel around me. It’s like your pussy was made for me.”

He bites on your bottom lip bringing out a small whine from your lips and then he sinks in completely. You both groan at the feeling of being united as one.

“God, I could never get sick of that feeling. I love you so much.” He stills inside of you as he roughly kisses your lips. It leaves you breathless the way he always transferred what he was feeling through his acts of love. “Please move.” You beg when you manage to pull away for a breath.

“I don’t want to move. I want to cum just like this.”

Smirking you roll your eyes. “And how do you expect to do that?”

“Touch me.”

“Touch you where, Kookie? ” Wickedly you ask the question knowing he wanted something new. “Here?” As he lies between your legs, you slide your hand over his ass sneaking a finger down to probe at his rim. The way his cheeks flushed with pink was all the answer you needed. He opens his legs wider causing yours to hike up above his thighs. “ MMhmm”, he whimpers into your shoulder.

He reaches over to the nightstand to find your lubrication. He hands it to you unable to look you in the eyes. “Hey, puppy. I’m gonna make you feel so good, and then I want you to release your load deep inside of me.” Pushing him back so he is now flat on his back you climb onto his body to sit prettily on his cock.Turning around reverse cowgirl, you bring his legs up and out.

“You ready?” He nods once again hiding himself behind his arm when he feels you reach down to work his hole open.

With his dick fully settled inside of you, you begin to rim him slowly, feeling the way his cock inflates with the stimulation. “Does this feel good?”

Again he only nods, and so you continue to work the tip of your finger in until you fully settle in one. “It’s so tight, noona. It hurts.” Tenderly you rub his thighs with your free hand to bring him comfort.

“Why don’t you move a little, baby. Push yourself into me.”

He does as he’s told, slowly rolling his hips into your heat and then rolling back onto your finger. Soon he gets a rhythm, but you stop him before he gets too happy.

“Such a greedy boy. I’m going to put in another finger. Then I want you to do the same thing you did before until it feels good baby. Can you do that?”

Slowly you you work in the other digit until you see tears falling from his eyes.

“It’s okay, angel. Move baby.” Hands on your hips, he starts his movements, a little more carefully this time, until he finally finds a rhythm that he likes. Getting braver, he rolls his hips deeper inside of you and then rolls back onto your finger. The sounds coming from him are unlike any you’ve ever heard before, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult to focus on them, when his cock is hitting your gspot each and every time. With your free hand, you begin to rub over your clit, and with every roll of his hips your walls squeeze over his length.

You can tell he’s enjoying himself and when he least expects it you hook your finger down onto his prostate and he completely loses it. His body convulsing below you, he writhes in pleasure and he cums hard. His release won't stop flowing and with all the movements he’s making, it triggers your own orgasm.

It takes quite a few minutes before you’ve both come down from your high. Jungkook is still inside of you and in between your legs, body completely limp.

“I love you..so..so much, noona.”

“I love you too, Kookie, but I really need to get ready for work.” He starts to chuckle and the sound brings you absolute bliss.

No, you weren’t ready to let him go. Maybe you never will be.

--- pt 9

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The taste of gold 1/2

.summary. You work in one of the most expensive places in the world. The glitz and glamour is a daily, by now. The one thing you don’t expect, is for the boss to take an interest in you. A really obnoxious, annoying interest. .word count. 9.5k .pairing. baekhyun x reader .genre. fluff

part 1. part 2. smut.

There’s a certain range of colors that scream rich. Breathe it, kiss it every day before they go to work, the sound of coins hitting the bank. Soft, gentle colors, like champagne, and peach, and gold, that wrap around you and continue the gentle shades of their skin and warm them from within the cells. There’s royal blue, the color that tastes like the deepest part of the sea, the most open part of the soul, and maybe also the most deceitful part. Rosé, and burgundy, and velvet, colors that stick to your tongue and make a home there, drinking you in. They call attention, shout it at the top of their lungs and while you might never wear rich, you’ve seen a lot of it.

You’ve seen it when you walk out of your apartment, gold glitter reflecting off the dark tinted windows of the private limo that waits for some equally dark dressed woman. When you get off the tram and walk to around the corner to see Heaven’s Gate reflect the sunrise off of it’s spotless glass windows, visible from what you can only imagine is every corner of Seoul. When you walk into the over-sized hall through the back door and tug on your uniform, catching your reflection in your golden name tag. When you scoot in next to the two other girls at reception a few minutes before 6, and glance carefully at the heels so high that they cannot be comfortable. The dresses so soft and shimmery that if you were to look too long you might damage your retinas.

Those colors that scream rich. You don’t think you like those colors. Secretly, of course, you long for them at the same time. You long to touch and smell and breathe those colors, those fabrics, those drinks and those people like everyone else. But they’re not meant for you, you think. They wouldn’t match with the blush of your cheeks, the dark under your eyes and certainly not with the snow white color of your soul on a rainy day. Still though, it’s enchanting to watch, like visiting the zoo for the nth time. You know what types of figures will pass the doors, but can’t find it to look away.

The women with smiles of a million won, diamonds draped around their dainty fingers and necks and littered in their hair like they were born with them attached to their skin. The ones with the long champagne dresses, flaunting their elegant slim shapes and giggling while connecting their arms with the date of the evening. The men with suits that look so crisp that they must have never been worn before, those who slide their black cards across the counter with a smile. Before you got a job at Heaven’s gate, you honestly believed that every rich person was terrible. A stereotype, sure, but one taken from reality, you assumed. Most people here though, are polite, magical at their best and at least helpful at their worst.

There are the few rot apples in the bunch, the teenage boys who come in smoking, smile on their soft lips like the entire world revolves around them and maybe it does to an extent. The girls who give sneers when the bellboy drops one of the twenty-eight bags that were pushed into their hands. But these are exceptions, and so you’ve grown to admire the beauty of gold. You admire the confidence of the people who walk into the hall like they have nothing to lose and everything to gain. You get lost in the eyes of the woman who sends you a wink when you give her a deep bow and rush to hold the door open for her and her pristine blood-red heels.

You eat them up like cherry ice cream, because in truth, you don’t know how long this will last and you long to keep a little bit of the glamour locked in your mind, dusted on your fingertips. Heaven’s Gate is the largest and most reputable housing chain in South Korea, and maybe even all of Asia. It’s only affordable for people who have so much money that they could fill a swimming pool with it, of course, but it’s gorgeous, and the people in it are too. How you ever got a job, even a minor one, is still beyond you. If Heaven’s Gate was a cake, she’d be so sweet that you get cavities just looking at it, if she was a person, you’d beg for a single breath in your direction.

As you carefully sip on a cup of coffee in the back room, you sigh. Even this room, one for the staff that no guest will ever see, is grandiose. It’s almost painful, how much money it must cost to exist in the vicinity of something like Heaven’s Gate. The name is no lie. You let your nail run over the marble counters for a second, and glance around the room. The table is a white marble, chairs decorated in gold, the curtains are a delicate creme and the lights are golden chandeliers that create sparkles on your skin. Your damn coffee tastes like it came straight from up in the clouds, for fuck sake. You take a look out of the window, and press your lips tight. The floor-to-ceiling windows give you a view into the small car park that sits behind the complex, displaying the billions of won worth of cars that have their own little paradise.

The car park is also called the Garden of Eden, and even this is no lie. The cars are shrouded in the shadows of the tall, blindingly green trees, and surrounded by millions of flowers that all somehow look too expensive for a normal garden. There’s a little waterfall that runs from farther into the park, and runs past the first line of cars as if the cars themselves need a nice view too. The large white fountain that lights up in gold when evening falls is just visible from the window here. You sigh, and put your cup down, placing it in the dishwasher under the sink. You don’t need to do this since the cleaning crew passes every two hours, but you feel guilty leaving it out to dirty the beautiful counters.

A gentle knock comes on the door, as you look up in slight surprise. Your co worker Bea walks in with a small smile on her cherry lips, and gives you a little nod. She is, much like you are, dressed in a silk top, a soft gold of color, and a deep coal colored pencil skirt. The gold name tag sits proudly on the right side of the uniform, name engraved into it clearly. Her black heels tap against the heated stone floor as she walks over to you and starts making a cup of coffee for herself. “Do you want one?” She asks over her shoulder, to which you gratefully decline. “Ah, is your break almost over?”

“Yeah,” you glance at the clock once, “I still have a minute and fifty-three seconds.” Bea giggles and nods, while you move to the mirror to check your uniform, just to be sure. When you first got it in the mail, you thought a mistake must have been made. Which employer gives their employees a silk blouse? You’d spent the whole of your first day terrified of spilling anything on the fabric. You quickly understood how important impressions here were, from the bellboys to the chefs in the kitchen, everyone looked like they walked straight out of a fairy tale. You wipe your hands on the soft white towel once, and nod. About time to get back to work.

“Oh, Y/N!” Bea suddenly calls, as you turn to look at her. “Are you coming to lunch later? I want to go but I’m not sure if my schedule will allow it.”

You bite your lip. “I wasn’t planning on going, honestly.” You internally let out a long sigh. All of it is a lot, the company lunches. The morning staff gets to go to lunch at three, to make sure all the guests have had their meals before, and talk and drink until about five. All while the afternoon staff is helping the guests. It’s a whole gathering, and that almost every single workday.

“But you can? You’re missing out on an amazing meal paid by the company because you want to?” At her shock, you giggle, and nod.

“I feel guilty letting Heaven’s Gate pay my food.” You admit, glancing at the clock again. Thirty seconds. You might have to cut your exchange with Bea short.

Bea hums, and takes a sip of her coffee as she leans her back against the counter. “I don’t know if it’s true but I actually heard that the employee meals aren’t paid by Heaven’s. I heard it’s straight out of the Boss’ personal bank account.”

Your mouth almost falls open unceremoniously, but you manage to hold it in. Lunch for hundreds of employees, everyday? “That can’t be, right? Why would he do that?”

“He always says in interviews that he wouldn’t be anywhere without his staff. Maybe he’s thankful.” You look away from the pretty girl to stare at the floor, in shock. If that’s true, the Boss would be even more sickly rich than you thought. But no, that’s crazy. No one can be that stupidly rich. Right?

You’re sure everyone is losing their shit. You’re losing your shit along with them. Your heart beats about seventy times a minute too fast, and your throat is as dry as the Sahara desert. Something about seeing the more experienced employees freak out, made every string in you snap. The boss has never been in Seoul for longer than a week since you started at the company, which means that you’ve never had to interact with him before. Haerin, the head receptionist, touches up her lipstick quickly, before sliding her chair back in place, and presses a hand to her chest. Bea looks about ready to throw up, and you’re sure you must be icy white from stress, or as red as a strawberry.

“Don’t worry, girls.” Haerin smiles as she looks over at you two, but you can see the nerves swim in her eyes too. “The Boss is a nice man, and you probably won’t even have to say anything. Just don’t stare too hard at him with your love-hearts, Bea.” Bea chuckles at the comment, and send the older girl a little glare. At the comfortable banter, you feel yourself relax a little. You’ve been around people who could buy your life more times than you can count. This is worse though. This man is your employer, and he could choose to fire you right on the spot, if he so pleased. No one apparently expected him to pass by today, since he was in Paris ‘till yesterday, but Haerin’s wide-eyed announcement came before you had time to process.

You’re silenced when a car pulls up in front of the entrance, a white Porsche with fire-red tires. Two people of staff rush over to open the doors of the car, and help the people out. The woman that slips out of the passenger side is tall, a model no doubt, and flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder with a gentle smile of her delicately manicured face. She wears a dress as blue as the water in the Bahamas, to match her eyes. The man that slips from the driver side hands his keys to the staff, and says something with a blinding smile, before walking over to hold out his arm to the woman. The man is taller than her, and has beautiful honey colored skin, and black hair. His tie matches her dress. They both make it up the stairs to the entrance, million dollar smiles on both of their faces. The flashes of paparazzi are blinding.

When you glance at your co workers, they seem to relax slightly. Haerin puts on her beautiful welcoming smile, and bows to greet the guests. It’s not the Boss, but still your heart pitter patters almost right out of your chest. Even quicker than usual, you think, Haerin has the room key in her hands and offers it with a smile, receiving the black card of the man in return. She hands it to Bea, who passes it to you, for a quick scan. You then hand it back, and glance back at the gorgeous couple. You might never stop getting starstruck while working here. When the payment confirms, Haerin sends them off with the last bit of info, Bea handing them the flyer carefully. The man gives a grateful nod to each of you, before leading the elegant woman to the elevators.

You don’t get time to process, because a loud growling engine makes a halt in front of the entrance just as the white Porsche is driven off. This time though, the paparazzi are snapping so many pictures that the entire evening sky is light up with white. You straighten your back to look, but all you see is the flashes of cameras left and right. You can only imagine him getting out, sending a charming smile at the cameras, and walking up the stairs confidently. The security turns toward the entrance as well, making sure to keep any paparazzi out. They do this anyway, but this time it seems like it might be necessary. The glass rotating door soon reveals a person, bathing his shape in a glow from the flashes.

When he walks through the door, your eyes have trouble processing. You’ve never seen a person ooze so much confidence. Byun Baekhyun. Ceo of Heaven’s Gate, along many, many other businesses. Only 27, and owns 13 companies, each worth millions, along with some of the most expensive properties on earth. You don’t know how high he is on the richest people list, but the top ten would definitely not surprise you. Baekhyun casually strolls over to the reception smiling like he owns the place, because he quite literally does, and leans his elbows on the pristine pink marble.

You can’t help but stare. His gorgeous face is lined by a sharp jaw, cute button nose and pinky lips fitting on there perfectly like a dolls features. They are accompanied by the prettiest, most enchantingly seductive eyes you’ve ever seen on a man, all coated in a shine that seems to come from the inside. His hair is a shimmery copper brown color, striking against his dark, deep blue eyes. Contacts, you guess, but not any less breathtaking. His suit is a royal blue too, shining in the light like Cashmere, and stretching over his wide shoulders just that tiny bit, as he leans forward. His lips curl up on his cute cheeks, a gorgeous smile slipping on, gentle and proud.

The suit becomes him perfectly, a handmade addition to his entire persona, accenting everything attractive perfectly. Wide shoulders and chest, slim waist, strong legs and a perfectly shaped butt. Not that you’re looking. He’s absolutely, entirely made of gold, you’re sure of it. You are probably drooling. After staying silent for at least a few seconds, Mr. Byun takes out his card, and slides it across the counter towards Haerin, who looks more than a little starstruck too. She gives him a deep bow, and scans the card, smiling nervously. “Good evening, Sir. It’s lovely to see you visit once again.”

The man nods, and finally straightens up, winking at her. “Likewise.” In a split second, Haerin’s cheeks flush a bright red. Mr. Byun looks around the beautiful welcome hall for a bit, as if taking in his creation, and back at the paparazzi outside. It’s only after a second you realize Bea is shoving you with her arm, gesturing to hand her one of the flyers. You flush and hand it to her, right before Baekhyun can see. “Is the top floor free this week, Haerin? If not, my penthouse will suffice.” He brushes his hands over his suit jacket once, and smiles again. You’ve never seen anyone’s face light up so much with a single smile.

“The top floor is free until Friday, Sir. Should I move the reservation of the residents to another floor?” Haerin quickly informs, a small frown on her gentle face.

“No need.” He takes Bea’s flyer into his long fingers with a teasing crinkle of his nose. “I’ll stay on the top floor until Thursday, and then move down to my penthouse.” He gives Haerin another little smile when she nods in understanding and indicates things on the computer. You snap out of your staring long enough to reach into the drawer to your side and take out the key card, handing it to Bea carefully. Room 208, on the hundred thirtieth floor. You almost laugh at the irony. They call it a room, but the home is bigger than your entire apartment floor.

When Haerin hands him the card, he gives her a little bow, and starts walking backwards. He glances through the door for a second, feigning a frown. “Be careful with my car!” He calls, before giggling and looking at the reception desk on more time. As if someone so rich would care what happened to their car. “I’ll see you ladies later. Have a good evening.” As he turns to walk over to the elevators, his eyes meet yours. Just a split second, they meet yours for the first time this evening, and widen. He keeps walking but a second later, he looks again, definitely straight at you. Your cheeks probably flush bright red. Then he’s disappearing into the elevator with confident steps, and out of view.

Bea’s hand wrapping around your arm pulls you out of your dreamy fascination and back into reality. “Holy shit. That was so intense.” She whispers, leaning into you a little. You blankly nod, and look back at the elevator. That must have been the most surreal moment of your life. You know of Byun Baekhyun, of course, you’d be an idiot not to know of your filthy rich boss. The first time you heard his name was four years ago, long into his career but fresh into yours, back then he had black hair and stared you down on a magazine cover as the most influential man of the year. You’ve read about him and seen his pictures more times than you can count but nothing, nothing does him justice. You decide it’s the eyes. They don’t capture the full magic of his eyes.

With a yawn, you settle behind your desk. You’ve never had the night shift before, and you imagine it shows. You’re determined to stay professional though, and blink a couple of times in hopes of getting the need of sleep out. You briefly wonder how many people would be passing through the doors this late, or early, but since it’s enough to have a whole crew work through the night, it must be a decent amount. Then again, you guess rich people have a lot of parties to attend to. Unlike you.

The silence is broken by the back door being cracked open, and a knowing smile walking through. Sehun, you read from his name tag, smiles at you and waves. He walks over and takes the seat next to you, not before placing a large cup of coffee in front of your face. “So you’re the poor soul they got to do night shift, huh?” With a giggle, you thank him for the coffee and take a sip. You’ve seen Sehun a few times around, when you came on mornings early and he left late, and once at the paid lunch. You haven’t spoken much before, but he seems quite nice.

“I volunteered, actually.” At his comically offended look, you break out laughing. “I know.”

“You must either be very dedicated to this job, or crazy.” Sehun concludes, taking a sip himself with a grin. “I mean, if you want a raise I’m sure you could just ask Mr. Byun and he’d transfer some pocket change to your account.”

You snort, looking away. “Yes, of course. That’s how people get raises, isn’t it?”

Sehun hums, before folding his one leg over the other, and leaning back in his chair a bit. He’s wearing the male version of your uniform, white button-up and light golden tie, along with black slacks. He smiles when he sees you looking. “This is your first nightly reception job, isn’t it?”

You nod. “It is. It’s also my first time being with just two behind this desk, if I must admit.”

“You’ll have to hand people keys and scan their cards, think you can handle it?” His grin only grows when you don’t respond. “You know, the nights aren’t that bad. They’re pretty fun, actually. You get to see a lot of people stumble in on stilettos and with partners they definitely didn’t leave with.” This, in all honesty, surprises you. The people who enter during the day are so polished, so spotless, that any doubts didn’t cross your mind. Of course, humans are still humans.

Sehun groans for a second as he stretches his back, before he gets up from the chair. “Give me just one minute. I need to use the toilet real quick. I’ll be back in a flash, okay?” You nod, and watch him leave around the corner with some hurried steps, before taking a deep breath. You look at the windows, who now give a clear view over the fountain, as it lights up the driveway, along with the lines of spots. While you stare, a black Lamborghini rolls up slowly. Your palms get sweaty, as you look back and forward between the car and the way Sehun left. You’ve heard the speech you’re supposed to give new guests a million times by now, but you’re far from head receptionist.

The lift dings, making you scream internally and quickly put Sehun’s chair where it’s supposed to be, standing up smoothly. Out walks, with a casual stroll, Mr. Byun himself. His hair is styled away from his face, wearing a deep brown suit jacket that has the Gucci logo littered all over in sparkling letters. His hands are stuffed into the pockets, bulging them as if that piece of fabric doesn’t cost more than your rent, as his shoes tap calmly across the perfect floor. When he looks over at the reception desk, his eyebrows shoot up, confusion evident on his face. He walks over, before coming to a halt in front of you. He smells really nice, you notice. You don’t have a clue what scent it’s supposed to be but don’t doubt it costs way too much. A hint of sweetness, but laced with masculinity.

“Good evening, Mr. Byun.” You start, hoping the smile distracts from the nervous way your hands are clasped behind your back. “How can I help you?”

Baekhyun smiles at you, something that makes your heart slam, if possible, even harder against your rib cage. His eyes rake down to catch your name tag subtly, as if he doesn’t want you to notice. And if you weren’t staring so hard you would have missed it, too. “Good evening, Y/N. Where has your colleague gone?” His eyes are on yours the whole time, eye contact way too intense for you to take. Your heart really might soon give out if he keeps this up.

“He’s just gone to the restroom, Sir. He’ll be back soon, I’m sure.”

Baekhyun hums in thought, before tapping his fingers on the marble, and glancing behind him. At the other side of the room is a door towards one of the many lounge rooms, now bathing in a gentle dimmed orange light. You doubt there’s anyone in there right now, apart from the serving staff and their champagne bottles. He turns back to you, and fishes something out of his back pocket, pressing his lips together. “Well, I’d like something delivered to my penthouse, please.” He sorts through a stack of at least ten different cards, sliding a gold one over to you. You nod, as you wait for the rest of his words. “Another mini fridge, for on the balcony. I’m sure I once had one but I think I might have moved it to my jet at some point.” He smiles.

You open your mouth to answer, only to realize you don’t have anything useful to say, and nod a couple times in acknowledgement. You slide the gold card towards you and grasp it between two fingers, leaning over to scan it. It slips though, and is sent clattering to the floor in the otherwise silent room. You can feel blood surge to your cheeks while you bend to pick it up, wishing you could just sink into the floor from shame. “I’m so sorry, that was clumsy-” When you get up, you smack your head into the bottom of the desk, and double over with a little yelp. “Aw, aw, aw, aw, aw.” You rub the back of your head when you straighten up, and just sigh. At this point, you don’t know if your nerves give up trying to entertain you or if you’re just numb.

You scan his card, and slide it back over to him, right when Baekhyun chuckles. You look up to see him looking with an endeared smile. “Are you okay over there?”

“I’m okay.” You ensure with a little guilty smile, waving your hands in front of you, and lean over the computer to confirm the order.

Baekhyun leans over the desk though, and into your space. “Let’s see.” He mumbles, gently placing his one hand on your cheek and the other behind your head, rubbing it back and forth gently. Your brain goes so fried that you can’t even make a sound, let alone move. It’s about three seconds of physical contact you were entirely unprepared for. He smiles again, before letting go. “That’s definitely going to be a bump.” You think you mouth a ‘thank you’, but at this point you might have said anything or nothing at all. He puts his card back into his back pocket, and takes a step back from the counter, looking over at his car. “Ah, walk with me?” He motions his head just slightly, as an added nudge to get you to move.

“Uhm- I-” You tumble, wiping your hands on your skirt, “the reception will be empty if I…”

Baekhyun smiles. “I think guests will forgive you walking the owner to his car.” His voice is a tad lower when he teases, going along with the little tilt of his eyebrow. You swallow, and nod, hurrying around the long desk on your heels to walk over to him. Right at that moment, Sehun comes around the corner. His eyes widen significantly when he notices that he just missed the Boss himself, and then even more at you. He sends you a questioning look, that you just mimic as you come to a halt next to Byun Baekhyun himself. You will yourself to wipe the mute look of shock of your face and smile.

Baekhyun holds out his arm, that you grab just ever so lightly, your fingertips barely brushing the fabric of his suit. He starts walking then, a smile on his lips that you catch from the corner of your eyes. You two walk through the door smoothly, into the chilly night air, and descend the beautiful stairs. In the few seconds it takes, you think you’ve gone through about a thousand logical reasons why you’re doing this, and a thousand more illogical ones. Baekhyun grabs the key from the man in front of him with a little nod, and deposits you to wait around the passenger side. He hurries his steps just a little to get into the low car, and rolls down the passenger window.

You blankly watch as he leans over to the console, and fishes through something to look up at you. You bend over so that you can take whatever is in his outstretched arm. “Take this to go get yourself an ice pack and some painkillers, please. I’m sorry about your head.” In your hand are six bills of a hundred thousand won. Before you can even open your mouth to discuss about the huge amount of money he just stuffed into your hands without looking, he sends you a blinding smile and a wave. “Don’t get too cold in that stuffy reception. Have a good night, Y/N.”

“You too.” You can just mumble, before the black Lamborghini speeds out of the driveway, into traffic.

Bea makes a face, and looks over at you once. “I mean,” she mumbles, stuffing one of the pralines in her mouth like it’s no big deal, “they’re cute, but they can’t be serious, right?” On the counter in the back room lay three golden boxes, with each of your names scribbled on top. Haerin giggles as she too takes out the present, and holds it up in front of her with her eyebrows shooting up. You can’t hold a little smile. In the bow is a pair of extremely soft, thick thigh high socks, black and with little bows at the front. You too untie the pretty packaging and open the box, breaking out in giggles. Bea shakes her head but smiles, mouth dropping open. “I mean, it’s not that damn cold at that desk. This is just overkill.”

“I think they’re nice.” You grin, poking the extremely soft, woolly fabric. You carefully take them out.

Bea glances at you and gives you a little shove. “As a uniform?!” She frowns when you laugh, and place the socks back in the bow. “I’m going to be sweating my ass off.”

Haerin shakes her head. “It’s designer.”

“Of course it is.” You sigh, shaking your head. You glance inside to check the label, and sure enough. Marc Jacobs. You don’t want to know how ridiculous the price of a couple of socks was. You pout, but pop off your heels, and bend down.

“What are you doing?” Bea questions, looking over at you.

“If Mr. Byun wants me to wear these, I’m going to wear these. At least until he’s back in New York or Barcelona or something. I’m not losing my job because I’m feeling a tad hot.” You giggle when you glance over at her begrudgingly put on the socks as well.

“How can I put my heels over this? It’s just silly.” Bea sighs, but she clearly isn’t ready to lose her income either. Not that you’re so sure Mr. Byun would just fire her, thinking back to yesterday. He genuinely seems like a good person, just coated in much more money than any sane person needs. When you turn around to put the box away, your eyes widen slightly. On the inside of the box is a tiny message scribbled in pen, the same messy handwriting as on the top of the box. ‘How’s your head? -B’

You don’t dare tell your co workers, because what would they think of you? Instead, you take the box and the other empty ones, and stack then next to the trash can, before walking out the door and behind the desk. Your head is fine, a little sore but fine nevertheless and you can’t help but wonder why your Boss would care. You didn’t use the money he gave you yesterday, but did go buy an ice pack after work, in the little shop the closest to the station. There’s only expensive stores in the vicinity, and you were not going to spend twenty thousand won for an overpriced luxe ice pack that you could easily get for two thousand won instead. You had just placed the money in a white envelope and placed it on your desk, in a hopes to get to deliver it back to him.

You don’t know if other people would have just taken the money, but you felt guilty about it. As you settle on your chair, the lounge across the reception catches your eye. There were definitely no huge flower bouquets on the tables last night, let alone three luxurious beige leather couches, with gold rims. Baekhyun sure had a vision for his company, and he never seemed to be satisfied. You look away when Bea and Haerin come to take their places too, talking among themselves quietly until they take place, then slipping into professional mode. It’s 6 now, and you only got off at 4 earlier, which left you with about half an hour of sleep, which you decided to skip as well. You just figure you could get an extra long night when you get off at 3.

At around 1 in the afternoon, you find out that you’re really not the type to go without sleep. You can barely keep your eyes open, and keep falling asleep on your hand, only to snap awake when your head bobs too much forward. Bea snickers every time it happens, but doesn’t say anything. She’s also had the night shift a few times when she was a newer employee and she ended up even more zombie like than you. Still though, you keep an eye out for Mr. Byun. He doesn’t pass reception the entire morning, and at two, you start getting a bit fidgety. You’d really like to deliver him the money right away, so that your conscience got a little break. You excuse yourself, and stand up. “I need to go deliver Mr. Byun the documents of the ordered mini-fridge before my shift ends. Would it be okay if I went up now, Haerin?”

Haerin blinks her long lashes at the clock quickly, before nodding. “Of course. He’s still on top floor, I think. And when you go, would you mind dropping off some of the paperwork left here?” You give her a grateful bow, and stand up to take the papers from her. You just did a quick prayer that he would not be at lunch yet, and hurry your steps to the elevators. The gorgeously gold decorated elevators, along with a deep black sort of stone. It wouldn’t surprise you if this too, was marble. You quickly press the button, and cross your arms over your chest. Though you’ve been to visit the ‘rooms’ a few times when you just started working, you’ve never ever been up higher than the fiftieth floor. Both because you’re mildly scared of highs and because that’s where the really, really rich people live.

You step into the empty lift slowly, and brush your hand on your skirt, before pressing the very top floor. Hundred thirty, to be exact. When you said Heaven’s Gate might be visible from every part of Seoul, you weren’t kidding. It’s the second highest building in the world to date. You have to scan your employee card, to get up to it too. With a deep breath, you watch the doors close. The calming music that plays is vaguely recognizable, but you’re too busy flicking your eyes all over the elevator in worry to care. When you get up to floor seventy two, within a sickeningly quick span of time, the lift stops, and opens. In walks a tall man, his stature standing far above you with dark hair and even darker eyes. Your breathing holds.

World class singer Park Chanyeol is standing in an elevator with you. His voice plays through the speakers in the small room. He sends you a warm smile, and presses the button, before the door closes again. Trying to stay professional, you only glance over twice, clenching the papers between your fingers too tight. Park Chanyeol is one of those people you had heard of staying in Heaven’s Gate, but had never actually seen. He’s wearing a dark suit, very crisp and clean looking, and his hair is styled neatly. He’s not wearing any type of make-up, you notice, used to see the singer on magazines in his signature soft glam eye looks. He still looks incredible though. When the elevator reaches it’s destination, he steps out, sending you a little nod of the head.

You only dare breathe after the doors close again, and continue up, watching the floors flash by in an instant. When you finally get up to the last floor, you need to take a deep breath to calm your nerves and gather your wit. When you walk out, you’re surprised to be in his actual house. You’re inside his actual house, without being checked by security or anything. You just look around blankly, and swallow. This isn’t the case with the lower floors, so you’re not sure what to do. “Uhm,” you clear your throat, and knock on the frame of the elevator once, “Mr. Byun? I have the paperwork for your order and the ones that were left for you at reception.”

A soft hum comes from somewhere in the stupidly large place, followed by a raspy voice, no doubt from sleep. “One minute. I’m putting on clothes.” You can feel the heat flush your cheeks, as you look out the window. “Take a seat!” He calls after you, and you move to do just that. The couches are decorated with Gucci logos, most likely custom, and way too soft for a normal person to have. It keeps surprising you, even though it shouldn’t. The view from the wall of windows though, genuinely makes you gasp. You can see the Ocean. That shouldn’t be possible, and yet, you’re so high up that it is. It’s faint, sure, but you can see it. You put the papers down on the coffee table, no doubt designer, and walk a little closer. Though you don’t dare look down, you watch with held breath. It’s like being up in the clouds.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” You turn to watch Baekhyun walk around the corner, his hands crossed over his chest comfortably. He’s in a black, silk blouse, and black slacks. The shirt stretches over his shoulders ever so slightly, keeping it snug. You smile at the fabric choice. He sure has a preference, doesn’t he.

“I’m not such a fan of heights,” you admit, moving back to take a seat in the couch as he asked, “but you can’t deny the view.” Baekhyun nods, crossing the room to take a seat in the couch opposite you. With a polite smile, you slide the papers across the table, and sink back into your seat. “I don’t know if you have need for the receipt of the mini-fridge, but I thought I’d make sure. And the other bundle was sent up by Haerin.”

Baekhyun nods, and crosses his one leg over the other, quickly flicking through the pages. “Ah, taxes, taxes and more taxes. Of course.” He smiles, puts the papers down, and catches your eyes as he gets more comfortable in the soft plush. “Well, thank you, Y/N. I could have gotten them on my way down but still, I appreciate it.”

“I also,” you swallow, putting the envelope in front of him with a slight blush, “wanted to return this. I can’t just accept a sum of money from you, Sir. It would go against everything I stand for and I just… wouldn’t feel comfortable accepting it. Though I am very grateful for the thoughtfulness that you have shown me.” Baekhyun’s smile falters for a second as he opens the envelope, glancing inside swiftly. He places it back on the table just as fast, his mouth corners twitching.

He stands from the couch, and walks around it to stare out the window, stance casual but screaming authority nevertheless. “I hope you like the socks at least. I saw them last night and thought them quite cute. Don’t you agree?” He glances over his shoulder to look at the black socks that cover your legs today, and then at you, eyebrow lifting in question. You nod quickly. “I’m glad. You looked cold yesterday.” He turns to face you. “Do you know why I started construction on Heaven’s Gate in the first place? Do you have a clue?”

You stare at him but are unable to give a useful answer, instead picking at your skirt. “No, Sir.”

“Because I wanted to build the highest building in Asia. That’s the only reason. And investors were kind enough to see the opportunities that would bring and helped me bring it to life. Point being,” he smiles, leaning over you a little top pick the envelope back up, “I have so much money I don’t know what to do with it anymore, Y/N. Do me a favor, and take the money?” He holds the envelope in front of you again. You stand up though, and let your arms hang limply to your side.

“I can’t do that, Byun Baekhyun.” You bite your bottom lip, but stay stubborn, even when Baekhyun’s eyebrows shoot up in an amused frown. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a company lunch to attend. I hear it’s being paid by the Boss himself, and I wouldn’t want to miss it.” You ignore the way your stomach flips when you walk towards the elevator and get in. Just before the doors close, you catch Baekhyun’s giggle as he walks away. You hope you didn’t just lose your job, but hey. Like your parents always say, ‘Don’t let a man buy you what you can buy yourself..’ You smile as you go down, crossing your arms over your chest. Not even a man who makes billions a year.

Safe to say that when you arrive to work after the weekend, you’re more than a little surprised to see a huge bouquet on your desk, a beautiful mix of pinks and reds, with in the middle some sort of golden ornament. You stare at it blankly for at least a solid minute, enough to have Bea creep up behind you. She squeals when she sees it, rushing over to slap your arm. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. How romantic is this?!” You frown, and bite your lip, before shoving it a bit to the side. You don’t have a boyfriend. Along the side hangs a little tag, with the familiar scribbly handwriting, though this time a lot neater. ‘Please bring a stapler up to my penthouse, floor sixty. I’m in desperate need -B’

You roll your eyes, but take the stapler from the drawer under your desk, and stand up. “I’ll be right back. Apparently I need to bring Mr. Byun a stapler.” Bea sends a questioning look but nods, and waves at Haerin as she enters.

“Oh, Y/N,” Haerin blinks in surprise, “I thought you weren’t going to show today. I heard you’d be busy. I’ve already called Minhee into work for today.” You pout, confused. Had you been taken from the schedule to bring him a stapler? Really? You just pull up your shoulders, and look at her, just as lost. “Maybe a mistake has been made. I’ll check.”

“I’ll go bring Mr. Byun his stapler in the meantime, then. If I don’t return, assume I’m busy. Or dead.” The girls giggle when you walk past the reception to make it over to the elevators again. The journey up goes peacefully, and a lot quicker. You exit into the hall, in front of the pretty white door with, you guessed it, gold handles. Was it really necessary to get you to bring him a stapler? Still, you knock, and wait patiently for the door to open. It does, quicker than you imagined it would. In front of you stands a half dressed Byun Baekhyun, chest still bare and his hair still damp and sticking in wild directions. He takes a step back, to let you in.

“Ah, the stapler. Great. You’re quick.” He doesn’t wait up for you to follow behind, and leads you into the huge place. Top floor might be gigantic compared to this, but you might even prefer it. It’s a two story, for one. Dark steel beams hold up the second floor and make up the staircase, giving it a classy but industrial feel. Still, there’s chandeliers left and right, glamming up the room. You spot the rose-gold sink, and swallow. Right. Rich. You hand him the stapler after catching up with his steps, not daring to look over at him yet. Baekhyun just smiles as a thank you, and picks up the bundle of papers from the dinner table in front of him, entirely out of glass except for the dark steel frame. He makes it a point to staple the bundle in your view, and nods. “Perfect, it was missing just that.”

He hands you the staple back, before moving through a door to your right, as you follow behind blankly. That was why he needed a stapler so damn bad? For a single bundle of paper. Baekhyun soon returns, after having put on a white button-up, a lot more casual than you’ve seen him up till now. He adjusts his watch once, before beaming down at you like he’s a kid on Christmas morning. “I didn’t expect you to come so quick, but that’s okay. We can grab breakfast, and then go on with the day after. I have a meeting at 5 but should be able to make it for dinner.” You blink. Breakfast, dinner? Your face must give off the clear confusion you feel, because Baekhyun pauses. “I need to get a present for a friend, a surprise. And since you were so helpful on Wednesday, I thought you’d make a great model for my shopping spree.”

“Oh.” Is all that comes out of your mouth, as you watch Baekhyun dig through a drawer full of car keys, picking one out and tossing it to you. He smiles when you catch it, and pauses in front of you, giving you a one over.

“You’re going to get blisters walking in those all day.” He motions his chin to your shoes, and turns around to make a thinking noise. “Follow me, pretty please.” He leads you past the kitchen and past the stairs, to another room. It’s a giant walk in closet, which makes your mouth drop open. He walks to the far side, and presses a button to have the shoes rotate and disappear, making place for new ones. “Here. I get a lot of presents from companies, and get a surprising amount of female clothes and shoes each year. You can pick some you like.” You make a noise of disagreement, but Baekhyun grins. “To wear. Today. Just today. Don’t get all worked up.” He moves to leave the room and tuts his lips. “You’ll get wrinkles on your pretty, little face like that.”

You decide to just do as he says and pick a pair of shoes to wear, settling on some gorgeous black ankle boots with a slight wedge. When you walk out, Baekhyun looks up. His eyes rake over you in silence, long enough to have goosebumps break out on your skin. When he looks away, he nods, and gets up from the couch. “You look pretty.” He motions you to follow then, and leads the way. You just know that if he keeps acting this way, you’ll have to quit. You can’t fall in love with your boss, and knowing you that is definitely going to happen if Baekhyun keeps this up. The damn man is too charming for his own good, and he knows it. You follow behind the handsome man begrudgingly, not forgetting to leave the stapler on the kitchen counter as you leave. Stupid stapler.

Turns out, you’ve never been in a Ferrari before. Also turns out, Baekhyun drives really fast, and by the time you get out you must look like a threatened cat. He parks along the side of the road, because why worry about your car being stolen when you can just buy another the next day, right? He walks over to open the car door for you and holds out his hand, that you ignore out of shock and maybe a little because of the car ride. He smiles though, and points towards a petite shop, that looks very expensive even from the outside. You follow him, ignoring the potent stares of the people that pass by, and thank him as he holds the door for you.

Baekhyun tosses his jacket over one of the tables, effectively claiming it, and walks toward the counter. “This is my favorite breakfast place.” He nods, glancing over his shoulder to watch you. You hum and take in all the delicious pastries that are laid out in the display in the shape of a heart. Baekhyun straightens, and looks outside a second. “What looks best to you? I can’t choose.” Everything looks good, you can’t blame him. You do notice that there’s no prices anywhere to be found, which always means it’s overpriced. Still, you hum.

“That right there, with cherries looks so good.” You nod, and look over at him. “And the chocolate truffle thingie.”

Baekhyun nods and smiles, before turning to the lady behind the counter. She has a bright smile on her pink lips, black hair pulled back in a tight pony. “Good morning, Mag.” He drums his fingers on the glass display. “I’d like the usual, and the cherry pie and chocolate truffle cone for the lady.” You turn to stare at him with wide eyes. This little… Before you can intervene, he takes your hand and pulls you to the table he so elegantly claimed. You’re put in the chair, and watch as Baekhyun slides in opposite you, a proud grin on his lips. You have never… met a man this extra.

The woman comes to place your plates in front of you quickly, as you thank her profusely. You keep a glare on your face at Baekhyun though, as he takes a bite of his chocolate chip muffin. When he sees it, he smiles. “Look, I ordered it now. Will you please just eat the damn thing, or are you going to let it get thrown away?” The woman returns with the last place, which just has strawberries, a light pink instead of red. You follow her with your eyes a second. Yup, this place definitely is way out of your budget. “Y/N.” Baekhyun mumbles, as on cue, “It’s my treat. Now please, stuff something in your mouth so that I don’t feel like a huge asshole.”

You sigh, but pick up the little fork, and eat a bit of the cherry pie. You can’t stand the idea of food being thrown away. When you chew, you’re very glad at your decision. It’s seriously heavenly, and you almost moan at how good it is. Baekhyun smiles in accomplishment when you eat too, before putting one of the strawberries on your plate. “Taste one of these too.” He motions, as he picks up his coffee. “They are my favorite.” You kind of don’t want to give in to all of this. Of course, you can’t help your curiosity, and pick up the baby pink strawberry. You pout, a full on puppy eyes-pout.

“It tastes like money.”You mumble sadly, looking at your shoes. This sends Baekhyun into a laughing fit.

From the moment you enter the shopping mall, you feel out of place. Everyone here is dressed to the nines, and while your work wear is far from cheap, you feel silly in your name tag. Baekhyun doesn’t seem to notice, leading you around the place like he’s ready to visit every shop and actually buy things. You sigh. You suppose this should be fun, but it just gives you stress. The bill for breakfast was fifty thousand won, and you now feel a strong need to pay Baekhyun back. He doesn’t need it, but you do. For your sanity.

Baekhyun enters a jewelry shop then, dragging you along. He’s too giddy about this. “Who is this friend of yours?” You instead mumble, and look around the shop, careful not to touch anything.

Baekhyun is looking into a glass confinement with shimmery eyes. “She’s been a good friend ever since I first started. She’s getting engaged so I want to get her the best gift she can have.”

“The most expensive gift.” You blurt, looking around the shop.

Baekhyun turns, frowning slightly. “Not necessarily.” Your cheeks get warm when he sends you a little look, one you can’t immediately decipher. “These products are so expensive because they are made from great materials, by great artisans. Which is why I don’t care how expensive it is. I want the best for the people I care about. I like spoiling people, I guess.” He walks over to the counter and says something to the person behind it, before turning back to you. “Is that a bad thing?”

You don’t answer, though you feel like shaking your head. Instead though, you come to stand next to him. You wring your hands together in front of your lap. “Is it true?” Baekhyun just stares. “That you pay the company lunches from your own account?”

“Yes.” Baekhyun just nods, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. “I wouldn’t be anywhere without the people who maintain my company. Treating them is important.” You pout, and look away. So he is that sickly rich. “Why do you look so shocked?” He thanks the man when he returns with more necklaces, and turns to you instead. “You do know I make billions every year, right, Y/N?” You don’t. Well, you suspected it, but hearing it come from his lips is something else entirely. Baekhyun seems so normal. He seems like a normal, kind, if somewhat annoying person. He matches entirely to the image you had of him, and not at all at the same time. You don’t know how to feel about that either. Baekhyun, seeming to know you won’t answer, sighs, and taps your arm gently. “Here, I need a female opinion. Pick one.” At your glare, he smiles, and holds his hands in front of him like a shield. “I won’t buy it for you like I did last time, I promise. It’s really for my friend.”

You sigh, and turn to the necklaces, checking each one carefully. If this is what he took you out to do, you were going to do it to the best of your ability. Your eyes land on a dainty little necklace with a single diamond in the middle, and from that, two that would fall down the chest. It’s a gorgeous piece of jewelry. “That one.” You point, glancing over at Baekhyun again. He stands pressed next to you, his eyes on your face. You tuck your hair behind your ear when you notice, and look at the floor. “That one would look really pretty on any girl.” Baekhyun hums, and picks it up gently, holding it between his slim fingers. He takes a step towards you again, and nods.

“Brush your hair back for me.” The whisper makes you stare up at him with big eyes. You look at his shoulders instead when he smiles, and brush your hair from your neck. His arms go around carefully, leaning into you so close you can not only smell his shampoo, but also feel his breath dust over your shoulder. He flattens your hair out a little, and takes a step back. All the while his eyes are on yours. He pauses, and then nods. “You were right. It does look really pretty.” When he takes the necklace back off, you hold your breath, heart beating against your rib cage steadily. A small curl comes to the corner of his lip when you squeak softly at the coldness of his hands.

He places the necklace back, and nods at the man. “We’ll take this one. Please package it well, it’s for a gift.”

When you two leave the store, Baekhyun taps your arm. “Here.” He pushes a small pink box into your hands, different from the black packaging the present had. “This one is for you.” You open it carefully. Inside, is a thin golden necklace, with in the middle of it a tiny little glass-like shape. A diamond bird. You look up at Baekhyun, who is a few steps in front of you now, and swallow. You can’t accept this, can you? “It’s a reminder that you can get over your fear of heights.” Baekhyun explains, his hands in his jacket pocket. “Everyone can become someone they dream of being, you know. I didn’t start with all this money either, after all.”

“Baekhyun, I-”

“I thought it was Mr. Byun to you.” He smiles, before looking around the huge mall, and then back at you. “Please just take it? It’s a present, okay? And more than that, it’s a request. I’ll drop you off in a bit, because I don’t want to hog you all day. But I am taking you to dinner tonight.” Baekhyun smiles when your mouth drops open. “If you say no, I’m not going to fire you, don’t worry.” He shrugs, and sends you another blinding grin. “If you say yes, it’s a date.”

I cut it here because super rich!Baekhyun made me go a little off track and make a huge ass fic, so there will be a part two to this. I hope you enjoyed the first part, at the very least.

If you liked it, please let me know by sending me a message. I’d appreciate it so much. I’ll try to get the next part out as quick as I can, so that you don’t have to wait too long. Thank you for reading!!

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mayrubyy · 5 years

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Tears were rolling down your cheeks. The memory of him fresh in your mind. How long had it been like this? Were you jealous? Or were you just naive? Why did your heart have to ache so much if he didn't bother to make it right. Why did he have to leave you to hurt like this?

Was it you who was wrong all along? Why couldn't you see past all the promises he made to you. All the sweet things he ever whispered.

The sweetest of his lies.

His deep voice still reverberating in your ears, to this day.

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deathbykdy-blog · 5 years

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This scenario is close to my heart, if any of you have not seen Jaebum's glorious body and his perfectly proportioned face, then please do. Look it up on the internet. NOW. It can save lives. LOL. This scenario is basically an appreciation post of Jaebum's AMAZING bodeh, guns, jawline, that eyesmile, well basically an appreciation post of Jaebum. And his body, a great emphasis on his body. And his butt, someone please message me so we can talk about his butt. Summary: You're in university taking up Fine Arts and your friend Jaebum volunteers to be your model and things get a little too hot to handle Genre: smut + slow-burn + a bit of fluff + tiny bit of angst "Will you be my model?", the phrase that started it all. You were in university taking up Fine Arts, and the professor asked each student to have a model or muse for the projects he will assign, preferably a human subject, and the model shouldn't be anyone from the class. Being the shy person that you are, if finding a model wasn't hard enough, you have to actually approach and befriend someone, it was energy draining and very time consuming.

You hated how meticulous you were with choosing your model, you had no specific standards in choosing one, what you believe is that when you see someone and you feel a certain connection with him or her, then he or she is the one. If there is no connection then the masterpiece will have no emotions in it. You felt pressured. Almost everyone already had a model, and you were losing hope in finding the one.

You sat at the field under a shady tree watching students go by, hoping to find someone or at the very least some inspiration for another school assignment. It was a free day, so you had all the time in the world for you "model hunt", professors and students alike passed you by but no one was of your interests. After some time, you felt yourself dozing off, with a sketch pad in one hand and a pen on the other, just when you were about to fall into deep slumber you heard a brain splitting laughter, causing you to jerk ruining a page of your sketch pad.

You turned your head to see who it was, a blonde-male who had his back turned was laughing his head off, probably because of some lame joke his friend told him. You thought it was a waste of time and energy to confront him, so you calmed yourself down and continued your search, but with each passing minute the blonde males' laugh gets more and more irritating. You felt your brows slowly knitting together and your jaw clenching tighter, you've had enough of him and his laugh, you put your things aside and approached them, "Excuse me!"

He had a bright smile plastered on his face when he turned, "Oh..what is it?", he had this innocent expression as though he was teasing you even more. Just when you were about to explode in anger, he shifted to the left giving you a glimpse of the other male, you felt the world slow down when you saw him. His face was probably the epitome of perfection, a perfectly proportioned face, a million-dollar smile, he had two beauty marks right above his eye, and he had a nice frame, broad shoulders probably a six-pack too. Unconsciously, you found yourself smiling 'cause you knew, you finally found him, your model.

"Are you okay?", the blonde guy asked.

You strut towards the guy without taking your eyes off of him, "Will you be my model?"

"Uhh..excuse me?"

You flinch as if breaking away from a stance, "I'm Y/N, and uhhh..i'm a Fine Arts major and we need a muse for our project. If it's no trouble, would you be willing to model for me?", you asked stretching your hand out to him and his blonde friend.

"I'm Jackson! Hi!", the other said taking your hand in his, "I'd like to be a model it's my lifetime dream, even though I have short legs, my face and my body can make up for them, and-"

"I don't need you, I want him.", you said with an expressionless face, making the other male laugh. God. You didn't know it was even possible for someone to look so angelic when they laugh.

"I'm Jaebum, but JB is okay too.", he said recovering from his laughter, he took your hand and shook it, "What would I gain exactly from being your model?" "Nothing.", you said with a soft voice.

"Pick me instead!", Jackson insisted.

"But...ummm..I can give you free meals and I can pay for your transportation, that's basically paying you right?", you offered.

"Did you say free meals?", you swear you saw his eyes glint when he heard about food.

You nodded, "Yeah, just be my model for my projects."

"Then i'm in! I look forward to being your model, as long as there will be no stripping involve.", he winked at you making his friend cringe, "I'm a shy type, just so you know."

"Oh, don't worry. We're working on portraits, so you'll be good, it'll be good.", you never knew that day would change your life forever. Since then, he's been your model for all your projects, it's been almost 3 years now since you met him, you did not only find a great model, but a great friend as well. Despite his intimidating and cool personality, he's actually a fluff ball, he's really sweet towards his friends and he cries whenever he's watching dramas, but he can be real strict at times and he's kind of bossy. He doesn't like it when you're late and he gets angry whenever you wear provocative clothes. You were thankful for having him not only as a friend, but like a brother, a father, a mother and a teacher as well, he was the guy any girl would ask for.

But, there was one problem, as time progressed it wasn't only your friendship that blossomed, the way you see him started to change too, you only see him as a friend before, but now whenever you see him, you feel butterflies in your stomach, you feel out of breath whenever your skin touched and you feel rather nervous around him. With your feelings in the way, it was hard to get any work done, drawing him would require you to stare at him for a long time, now that you have a crush on him, you couldn't even last a solid 10 seconds without intensely blushing or smiling.

Who could blame you? He was handsome. He was a gentleman. He can sing and dance. He has a rocking body. He has that smile that can melt a girl's heart. He was sexy. He had a thing for Bart Simpsons. He was basically asking you to have a crush on him, he was to blame for the catastrophe inside your mind and heart.

You contacted a friend to help you solve your problem, "Suzy-yah, what am I gonna do?", you whined, Suzy is your friend since 1st day of college, you could tell her absolutely anything and you always ask her for advice on things. "Oh, is there a problem? Other than the JB problem?", she teased.

"Please, I need your help! I need to finish my plate this week and I can't draw my model.", you whined. Suzy's evil laughter was clear as day on the other line, she draws happiness from your sadness.

"Just bear with it for a little while longer. Do it for you! And your heart!", teasing you was like her hobby, and she supports your feelings for Jaebum a hundred percent, "Who knows, maybe you'll look into his eyes and he'll look into yours, and then you'll kiss."

"I'm serious! I just can't draw Jaebum anymore."

"Then go look for a new model.", she suggested.

"How? I barely have the time to look around the campus for a model, you know how meticulous I am when it comes to my model.", you argued.

"Do you know about the 'Dashboard'?"

"No."

"It's the big bulletin board at the center of the campus, it's where students' post anything their heart's desire. You can confess to someone through letters, badmouth your professors, you can even post a chocolate cake recipe if you want to.", she advised, "You can post an advertisement there, I bet a lot would want to be your model."

"Won't it get covered up with the amount of students posting in this dashboard you're talking about?"

"You don't have to worry about that, they take down everything every week. It's like giving life a deadline and a second chance.", she said, "I posted there once, I confessed to this guy from the Engineering department, I waited for a week but I guess he didn't see it. A few weeks later I found out that he was very abusive towards his past girlfriends, it was a great relief that he didn't see my confession, or else I would've been next."

"Wow, you never told me about this Engineering guy." "Whatever. Forget about me let's talk about your problem. You should totally post at the 'Dashboard', information gets around quick and JB-ssi will never know about it.", for the first time she was actually making sense and not fooling around, "The least I could tell you is 'goodluck'. You said so yourself, replacing JB-ssi is impossible."

You did as advised, the post reads 'Urgent! In need of Art model, please contact 123******** and look for Y/N. Thank you!'. And Suzy was not wrong, your phone rang non-stop for a week, apparently, a lot of students' aspired to be models. To avoid clashing and conflicting schedules, you held the assessment at your house on a Sunday, applicants came and go, there were a lot of good looking applicants and most of them had great bodies. But because of what you call the 'Im Jaebum Effect' everyone looked normal and plain, at the end of the day you never found anyone who can replace him.

You slumped yourself onto the sofa, "Geez. This is impossible, only if Jaebum-ah had an older brother.", you were stuck in your bubble of depression, 'till you heard a knock on the door, "It's almost 4 pm who in their right mind would apply at this time?", the knocking didn't stop, you got up your feet and lazily walked to the door, it has been a long day and you gave up the idea of replacing Jaebum. As you swung the door open, you felt a cold shiver crawl under your skin, it was Jaebum, holding your advertisement in one hand. But seeing his face after meeting so many others made you realize, that he was really the only person who can meet your standards as a model. He just had his hair cut and it was pushed all the way back, and of all his hairstyles this one has to be your favorite. You love how the shape of his face and his features accentuate when his hair is pushed back, he looked like a fucking piece of art.

You snapped back to reality when he started talking, "So, I was being a gentleman, helping out the English department take down this week's Dashboard entries, and then I come across a familiar name that read 'Y/N' and a familiar cellphone number. And this Y/N happens to be looking for a model, so, do you mind explaining this to me?", he said with a stern voice, just hearing his voice that low made you feel threatened.

If it was possible to crawl under a rock at this moment, you would've crawled under it and bury yourself forever. Or get eaten by a lion, yeah, getting eaten by a lion is probably better than getting scolded by Jaebum, "Uhh...a new perspective! Our professor told me to look for a new perspective, which means new models."

You could not see an ounce of pity or happiness in his face, he was glaring and gritting his teeth, "I asked your professor and your classmates, and I heard no such thing."

"You did what?", you hated how keen he was with this kind of things. "And I heard that you'll be drawing nudes."

"Ah, yes! That's it! I can't draw you nude, you're my friend it would be super awkward.", you reasoned, you wish he would stop asking so many questions and get on with the scolding.

"So you'd rather draw a complete stranger nude?"

You started feeling cold sweats dripping from your temple, "It..it's not nude, uhh...just the..umm...just the upper body, that's...that's not really considered nude.", you tried laughing the topic off.

"Suzy-ssi told me everything.", he said.

You gasped, Jaebum knows about your secret, he knows that you like him and he'll probably end your friendship because he thinks you're gross for liking him, "I'm..i'm really sorry, i'm sorry for liki--

"I can lose some weight.", upon hearing him say that, you frowned.

"Lose weight? What for?"

"Suzy-ssi told me you came looking for a new model because I gained some weight, it's true, I did gain some from having all those late night snacks. But, I can lose weight so you don't have to look for someone else.", he said, "Do you know how relieved I was when I heard that, as the reason? "

You were left speechless with his sincerity, it was probably why you never regretted liking him. You smiled and stretched your hand out, asking him for a hug, an offer he didn't hesitate to take, "Come on now, you don't need to lose weight, in fact you lost some. See, you're so thin, you're too thin.", you said measuring his waist, "I'll cook you something delicious later or maybe treat you to some meat."

"You're just sugar coating things, you already told Suzy-ssi that I gained weight." "Don't worry you'll always be my number one, either you gain or lose weight, you'll always be my Im Jaebummie.", you felt him release you from the hug and then he bore his eyes into yours, "Are we good now?", he didn't say a word, you kept on smiling at him, but he remained silent. He slowly lifted his hands, cupping your face and his face slowly closing in to yours, "Is he going to? No, he isn't, probably not.", you wondered.

Just when things were about to go well, there was a knock on the door, "Goddamn it!", he exclaimed. When he opened the door, he saw two males, "What the fuck do you want?"

"Uhh..we're here to apply as models.", they enthusiastically said, only to be turned down by Jaebum.

"Weren't you at the salon earlier?", he asked, they nodded in reply. Jaebum scoffed and gave them the middle finger, "You can go fuck yourselves, assholes.", he slammed the door to their faces.

You widened your eyes with his sudden change in behavior, "What was that for? They were just applying, you could've al least turned them down nicely." "That was what I was worried about!", he yelled.

"Im Jaebum, will you calm the fuck down?"

"I got a hair cut and I saw those two getting their hair cut as well and then I heard them talking about you."

"What did they say?"

"They...", he stopped, "It's nothing. Forget about it."

"Come on. Tell me.", no matter how you pleaded for him to tell you, he wouldn't spill. You were then startled for a completely different reason, out of the blue, Jaebum took off his shirt, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Taking my clothes off, isn't it obvious?"

"No! Why are you taking them off? Didn't you say you were a shy type when we first met?"

"You have a deadline right? You need to finish you project as soon as possible, so we can get some meat."

"Ohhh...I thought you were...", you gulped before even finishing the sentence, what was laid out before your eyes was Jaebum's toned abdominals, you resisted from your urge to touch them. You shut your mouth tight to prevent yourself from drooling, "Oh my Gooood...", you mouthed.

"What did you say?", he asked tossing his shirt to the sofa.

"Nothing. I said nothing. Let's ummm...let's get started.", he was used to this so he went to the sit on the high chair providing you a full view of his gloriousness. You calmed yourself down and proceeded with the sketching, you like sketching a layout before the actual painting process, you started with his face, because you're well aware that if you start with his body, it will be not good for your heart, "Oh, can you move your face to the left?"

"Just like this?", he titled his head emphasizing his jawline.

"Will you refrain from jutting your jaw please?"

"I'm sorry, I can't help it, especially when I think about those dickwads."

"Dickwa--, Im Jaebum watch your language!", you kept on bickering as you did your work, "Are you okay? Would you like to take a break?"

He shook his head, "Nah, i'm good. But, it's a bit warm today eh?", it was indeed a hot day, you could see sweat dripping down his temple and also his glorious chocolate abs.

"What good deed have I done in my past life to deserve such a wonderful blessing?", you asked yourself as you tried to remain composed in front of Jaebum. After almost an hour, you were nearly done with his portrait and it was time to draw his torso, "Okay, uhh...i'm done with your portrait, so let's uhh...start with your...uhh..mm..body."

He moved closer to you, "Is this better?"

"Wait! Why are you inching closer? Did I say you can move?", you said, "I have 20/20 vision, so you don't have to be this close."

"I'm doing this for your own sake, I moved closer so you can see the details much better.", he laughed.

"What details are you talking about exactly?"

"You can even touch me, I heard from one of your classmates that when you touch the model, the end product will be much better."

You giggled at his remark, "Yeah, if i'm working on a sculpture. I'm working on a painting so there's really no need for that."

"Okay then, suit yourself."

"Uhhh...aren't you going to move back?", he smiled and remained in his place, "Will you please stop grinning like an idiot, it's creeping me out. And will you please stop staring?", the more you told him off, the more he did the things that annoyed you. The way he looked at you today was different, it was as if he was taking your clothes off, a thought that was enough to make you sopping wet. "Did you really have to wear such short-shorts, knowing that you'll be drawing someone today?", he asked. Your shorts weren't that short, nor too long, it was just Jaebum being overprotective again.

"Will you shut it and remain still.", you said looking him dead straight in the eye, "God, it's really hot today."

"Is that the reason why you're blushing?", he teased, "I thought it was because i'm naked."

"Do..don't flatter yourself dude.", you rolled your eyes and continued with your work. With each stroke of your pen, all you could think about was how beautiful Jaebum was, people would kill to get where you are right now.

"Y/N-ah!!! You're bleeding!!!", he exclaimed rushing to your side.

"What?", you nonchalantly asked.

"Your nose! It's bleeding!", he rushed to your room to get some tissues, you could hear him swearing, probably from all the clutter in your room, "Throw your head back, come on. It'll help stop the bleeding. Fuck. The tissue...the...uhh...the...put it inside your nose. Come on. Come on."

You grabbed his hand to calm him down a bit, "Calm down, it's just a nosebleed. I am not dying.", little to your imagination, the action did not calm him down one bit, it made his heart beat two times faster.

He pulled his hand away and stood up, "You probably got a nosebleed from the heat, uhh...i'll buy you some ice cream. Don't you move an inch, i'll be right back.", he dashed to the door and disappeared.

"This is hilarious, I didn't realize it was even possible to get a nosebleed from staring at a man's naked body.", you went to your room, turned on the AC, laid and waited for Jaebum's return, the bleeding had stopped and he wasn't back yet, "Better watch some TV."

A frantic Jaebum came crashing through the door, giving you a mini heart attack. He went straight to your room and gave you two bags of ice cream, flavors ranging from vanilla to chocolate to caramel and many others, "Are you okay now? Did the bleeding stop?"

"What's up with all these ice cream?"

"I panicked and forgot about your favorite flavor, so I got one of each flavor." You laughed and gave him a bubblegum flavored one, "Eat up, this one's your favorite, if I remember correctly.", you patted the empty space beside you. He obliged, you both enjoyed your ice cream while watching some movies. Every after 5 minutes, he would ask you if you were okay, or if there was anything you'd like to eat, everyone thinks he's this cold and chic person but in actuality he's the complete opposite of what everyone thinks of him.

"Do you want anything else? Please don't hesitate to ask me, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you should take advantage of it, take advantage of me." "Like I told you, i'm good. But, thank you.", you gave him a hug, "Thank you for the ice cream and everything else. For always being here for me, for being my model, for being the best friend any girl could ask for. I'm really really thankful for havi---", the world stopped. It happened. Jaebum's lips met yours, the only thing you could feel was your quadrupled heart rate and his warm lips on yours, on your lips! Not on another girl's lips, but yours!

He tried deepening the kiss, but you snapped back into reality and pushed him away, "No. This is wrong. So wrong. We're friends, and friends don't kiss like that.", you stood up and went to the far side of the room.

"I know this is too much to process, but, I love you, Y/N-ah.", he declared, "And I can't keep with this act anymore, i'm tired of being just your friend, tired of being just your model. I want to be the person you can't live without."

"Stop Jaebum-ah, you stop right now. If this is one of your jokes, then leave me out of it. If you want to save this friendship, take back everything that you said." "Funny how I stopped thinking of you as a friend a long time ago.", he stood up inching closer, "Maybe it was over 3 years ago.."

"Really? That's your punchline?", you reckoned, "I know your way with girls, you tell them sweet and lovely things, call them beautiful and all just to get to their pants, and i'm not falling for any of that shit."

"Do you really think i'm that kind of guy?", he asked with a pained expression, "If I wanted to have casual sex with you, then I wouldn't have waited this long! I was scared that if I tell you my feelings, you would shun me. But, after knowing that you like me, gave me the courage to finally confess."

"Like you? Where did you-

"Suzy-ssi told me, she told me everything."

"Leave.", you said as tears rolled down your cheeks, "Please leave, if you want to save our friendship."

"Don't you think it's about time you started thinking with your heart instead of your mind?!?", he remarked.

"Please leave."

"If that's what you really want, I will respect your decision. But remember, I really do love you, with all of my heart.", he walked himself to the door. Hearing the door click was probably the most heart clenching experience you've had your entire life. You just let the most important person in your life slip right through your hands, he already told you he loves you, the least you could do was reciprocate it, but all you did was doubt his feelings for you.

Hours passed, part of you wanted to go to Jaebum, but part of you wanted to remain friends. If you tell him you love him too, everything will change, it was more convenient for you if you remained friends. Your mind was a blur, but one thing's for sure, you can't afford to lose Jaebum, betting on love was a risk you had to take. It didn't matter that it was almost 11 pm, you threw a thick coat on, grabbed your bag and went outside, but as you got outside you saw Jaebum, standing outside your door with his back turned, rubbing his hands together for some heat.

"Jaebum-ah?"

He swiftly turned around, "Y/N-ah!", there was a certain relief with the tone of his voice.

"You were standing outside all this while?"

"I..uhh..no, I...uh.. forgot something I just came back to get it, if you don't mind.", you knew he was lying, his lips were dry from the coldness, his nose was red and his body was shivering. When you saw him, you felt even worst, you accused him of wanting to have sex with you for fun, but someone who's just playing around won't wait in this cold weather.

"I love you too."

"What did you say?", he said, a smile lighting up his face.

"I said I love you too.", the next thing you know, you were both inside, you against the wall and Jaebum giving you deep passionate kisses, you had a hard time breathing being it your first time to kiss someone so aggressively. Pieces of clothing were strewn all over the floor, as you both struggled to get to your room. You pressed your thumb over his lips trying to catch your breath, "Can't you be a little more gentle?"

He scoffed, "I waited 3 long years for this and you're really asking me to be gentle?", you both laughed at his remark, but despite his joke, his kisses did become gentle. He planted soft kisses on your neck, while your hands roamed his body.

"God, you're beautiful.", you said, as you eye the glory that is his body

. "You're the one who's beautiful.", he said , leaving a trail of kisses on your collarbone, "You have no idea how many times i've imagined doing this to you." "Do you have any idea how dirty that sounds?", you purred, the sounds of lips clicking and ragged breaths were the only sounds that surrounded the room, his hands that were gently placed on your back were now on the hook of your bra. You gasped from the sudden cold sensation on your back, "Do you want me to stop?", he asked.

"My mind wants to say no, but my heart says yes. Since someone told me I should try thinking with my heart once in a while, then, I guess it's a yes." He smiled and gave you a quick peck on the lips as he skillfully unhooked your bra, after tossing the garment aside, one hand kneaded your bare chest while the other was at your back to keep you from falling. You took the chance to make your move, you cupped his face and gave him a deep kiss, with each passing moment it was like a fight of dominance between you both. He trailed his hand from your bare chest to your heated core, a gesture which made you gasp. He took this chance to slip his tongue in, but being the inexperienced kisser that you are, what was supposed to be a French kiss turned into a sloppy one.

Your legs weakened when he started circling your clit with two fingers, the squishing sound being produced only heightened your arousal, you could feel the wetness trickling down your thigh, "You're sopping wet Y/N-ah.", he fastened his pace, you clung onto him to keep your balance and to muffle your moans. "Oh my God, Jaebum-ah...that feels amazing.", you said in between pants. Jaebum was panting as well from the fast steady pace he was doing, "Scream for me Y/N-ah, I want to hear you scream my name.", you refused to moan for him so he maintained his pace. The pleasure was driving you crazy, you felt a knot forming on your stomach with Jaebum's ministration, "Jaebum-ah! I think I need to go to the bathroom."

He quickened his pace even more, the knot on your stomach was now building and you felt like it was going to explode anytime soon, "Cum for me, babe.", when you felt the knot explode, your legs finally gave up but Jaebum was there to catch you.

"That felt so good Jaebum-ah.", just when you thought it was over, Jaebum gently laid you on your bed and he positioned himself in between your legs, you could feel his throbbing member as he brushed it against your clothed core "We're just getting started Y/N-ah.", he swiftly slid your underwear off and threw it across the room and then his underwear followed.

You felt your eyes widen and your core dampen from the sight of Jaebum's member, it was covered in pre-cum and its veins were embossed, making it appear like it was about to explode, "That's going inside? Is it going to fit?", you asked, with a worried look on your face.

He didn't respond and started showering your body with kisses, you feel a warm sensation in all the places his lips touch, and you drown in Jaebum's intoxicating scent as he hovered over you, "I love you Y/N-ah.", he chanted repeatedly after every kiss. When he reached your core, he licked his finger and slowly pushed the digit in.

"Ah!!! Jaebum!", you moaned. He pumped in a slow pace and slowly adding a finger after the other, he was stretching you out for what was about to happen next. You bear with the pain knowing that Jaebum will not do anything to harm you, after some time he pulls out his fingers, glistening from your wetness. "Are you really sure about this Y/N-ah?", he asked after laying a kiss on your temple, "We can stop, if you want to."

"It's okay. Go ahead."

He took his member into his hand and positioned it at your sopping core, "I'm sorry Y/N-ah, but please bear with the pain.", you shut your eyes tightly, the warm sensation indicated that he was about to enter, he slowly pushed the tip inside and then you felt a tingling sensation.Jaebum was in shock, there was blood dripping from your core indicating that you were still a virgin, cautious that he wouldn't ruin the moment, he slowly eased his member in to lessen the pain, "Are you okay? I'm going to move now.", with your eyes still closed, you nodded as the go signal.

"Fuck, Jaebum!", you screamed. As soon as he started moving in a steady pace, the pain slowly turned into pleasure. He made sure to keep his hands busy, one hand on your breast and the other on your clit.

"You feel so good Y/N-ah.", he said in between pants. His member throbbed whenever you tightened your walls around him or when you scream his name, "Say my name Y/N-ah."

"Ah!!! Jaebum! Jaebum! Jaebum!", you exclaimed, the more you screamed his name the faster his thrusts became. Your hands were clawed into his back, whenever he hits your good spot you were sure you left marks onto his back from how hard you dragged your nails onto his back.

Both your bodies had the same rhythm and the same pace, all that could be heard from the room was skin slapping together, pleasured moans and endless cursing. When Jaebum felt his climax approaching, he hastened his pace and circled your clit with his thumb, "Let's cum together Y/N-ah!", a few more quick thrust and you felt him release his love juice inside of you.

A breathless Jaebum laid on top of you, his head went up and down probably from the heaving of your chest, you brushed the hair off of his face and gave him a kiss, "That was amazing Jaebum-ah."

"No, you were amazing.", he slowly pulled himself out to get a tissue, to help you clean up. You were hesitant to let him wipe you, but he was persistent about it, "You know, I was taken aback when you bled."

"You thought I wasn't a virgin?"

He nodded while grinning, "You had two boyfriends in the past right?" "No, there was only one and he was a douchebag and we only dated for like a month, all he wanted from me was sex and he told me to stay away from you. When he said that, I immediately broke up with him.", you said.

"Oh, I see.", Jaebum was a person that easily gets jealous, and it wasn't exactly the time to make him jealous.

"I saved it for you.", you whispered, immediately pulling the covers over your head after, "I can't believe I said that."

His face lit up like a christmas tree, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing.", you and Jaebum were pulling the mattress back and forth. "No, no, no. You definitely said something."

"I said, I love you Im Jaebum.", you said.

He tugged the covers, "Yah, are you asking for a second round?", he teased. "Do you want me to die?", you laughed.

"I waited for three longs years, you can't blame me if i'm like this.", he was about to go in for a kiss but you stopped him.

You pulled him towards you and rested your head on his chest, you trail your hands from his chest towards his broad shoulders, "Let's stay like this for now, just like this.", you said nuzzling your nose in his chest.

"Yah, yah, that tickles."

You stared at him square in the eyes without saying a word, just laying beside him and drowning yourself with his beauty, "You're so beautiful."

He squinted, making his eyes look like slits, "Why do you keep saying that?" "Because you're beautiful."

"You are aware that I am man, or do I have to prove it to you again?", he suggested.

"I just can't explain it, everything about you is beautiful to me. Your face, your shoulders, the two moles above your eye, that smirk you do, your dino laugh where you look like you're about to swallow someone, the way you like to stuff food into your mouth. Heck, you even look beautiful to me even when you're pissed off and you look like your jaw is about to dislocate.", you giggled. Jaebum grabbed a pillow and covered his face, his sudden scream made you jump, "Are you okay? Are you angry because I called you beautiful?"

"I didn't think it was possible, but it is.", he mumbled.

"What did you say?", as you pulled the pillow off his face, you were taken aback because of the redness of his face, "Are you okay?"

He smiled from ear-to-ear, "I didn't think it was possible to fall even more in love with you, but it just happened.", he took you in for a hug, a hug so tight you had a hard time breathing, "I wish I confessed to you sooner, so you didn't have to date that douchebag. I could've been your first boyfriend. I might not be your first, but I intend to be your last. You last kiss, last boyfriend and the last person you'll ever love."

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be my drug pt.2 | kth, pjm

pairing: intern! park jimin + doctor! kim taehyung + doctor! reader

genre: fluff, angst + doctor! au

word count: 3.1k

warning: So I’m going to apologize in advance if any medical terms, scenarios or such are incorrect!! I did a bit of research to try and make it as accurate as possible but if anything is wrong, I’m sorry!! But please do let me know if anything is incorrect so I can fix it! Also, this is super overdue like months maybe so I apologize for that! Enjoy!!!

parts 1 2 3

A choice: “an act of selecting or making a decision when faced with two or more possibilities.” In this case, your choice would make one and break the other.

Flashback

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you scoffed as Jimin slouched into the couch, “Hey, I’m serious here.”

“Jimin, you’re literally one of the best dancers I know. What do you mean you’re not good enough to go and audition at that dance academy,” you said, frowning at your best friend.

You didn’t know why he couldn’t see what everyone else could. How much of an amazing dancer he was, his every move like the ocean breeze, soft yet powerful and had enough power to steal one’s breath away.

Slouching even further into the couch, his body almost folding into a ball, he mumbled, “Yea right. You haven't even see the other audition tapes that I’ve seen. They're just too good.”

Turning to face him better, you held his shoulder tightly and said, “Look, we’re only 17. We still have so much in life okay? Trying something out is never going to be a waste. Take it as a challenge and just another experience in life. And so what if you don’t get in? Not only are they going to lose a great and passionate dancer, but also an amazing person.”

Seeing the corners of Jimin’s lips raise at the slightest, you knew you had done your job.

“See, that's what I’m talking abo- oh!” you yelped as Jimin suddenly pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hugged you tightly. Blinking, your lips parted in shock as you felt your heart beat at an erratic rate.

“J-Jim-”

“Thank you.” he whispered softly, “Thank you for always being there for me, especially when nobody else is.”

Ignoring the flutters in your stomach, you simply smiled widely before hugging him back, “You’re always welcome.”

Present Day

“J-Jimin?” you stammered, your voice falling short as the boy in front of you looked up. His own eyes widened, mirroring yours as a frantic look that once endowed his face disappeared, now replaced with one of surprise and utter confusion.

“Y/N?” he replied, disbelief in his voice as he laughed, shaking his head, “Is that really you?”

“Alive and breathing,” you replied, laughter spilling past your lips.

Giving you no time to think, Jimin quickly approached you and engulfed you in a hug. Even though it had nearly been ten years, you’d never fail to recognize Jimin’s hugs. Everything from the way his arms wrapped around you to the way his heart beat steadily in his chest, you knew, this was your best friend.

“I can’t believe it. T-They didn’t even tell me who my doctor was, they just gave me a room number, but- Wow! I never thought I’d see you again,” he whispered the last part as he pulled away, still holding you in his arms.

Chuckling, you gave him a wide smile before hitting his chest lightly, “But what are you doing here? I didn’t know you were going into med?!”

“Well what can you say, I didn’t think I would be either.” he joked, as you chuckled in response, a small yet comfortable silence falling over the both of you.

Park Jimin

If you were to name someone who made you the person you were today, it would’ve been him. Since elementary to high school, the both of you were thick and thin, always there for each other even when you had managed to get into new things, get new friends and become new people.

But as graduation came along, so did college. And with the both of you interested in two different things: you wanting to pursue your dream career and Jimin wanting to pursue his dream hobby, you both traveled across the world and eventually contact fell out.

You never really believed in miracles, or fate, or any such things, but seeing Jimin again, made you think differently.

"I don't even know what to say. It’s been long, hasn’t it,” you chuckled, still not believing your eyes as Jimin smiled brightly, his words melting your heart, "I always knew you'd make it far, Y/N."

And as you smiled back, came back the rapid beating of your heart and the nervous flutters in your stomach, and before you knew it, falling for Jimin had been as easy as it was years ago.

As a couple hours passed, with you giving Jimin the tour of the hospital, it was finally time for lunch. Walking out of your office with Jimin, your lunch in one hand, you were laughing at something he said when you heard a someone call your name.

"Y/N!" a deep voice called as you and Jimin both turned around to see Taehyung walking towards you with a pretty young girl sauntering beside him.

"Hey! Do you wanna have lunch with us?" Taehyung asked, as his eyes made its way to Jimin before gesturing towards him and saying, "Is this your intern?"

You nodded and nudged Jimin, motioning him to introduce himself as Jimin stuck his hand out and said, "Hi, I'm Park Jimin, Y/N's intern."

Smiling widely, Taehyung shook his hand back and said," Well, I'm Kim Taehyung, one of the best surgeons here at (Hospital's Name)."

Scoffing you retorted, "The best? The last time we were in surgery you almost cut into a nerve, remember?"

Hearing a gasp of surprise from his side, your eyes fell on a short figure who stood next to him. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail as she wore a name tag, the name Eunhae written in cursive. Her eyes were big and wide as she stared at Taehyung, her lips parting when she squeaked, "You did w-what?!"

Coughing, Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck as he flushed deeply, shooting you a look that said I'll get you for that later before joking, "Hey now, they don't need to know all that. But since I met your intern, this is mine. Kang Eunhae, this is Dr. Y/N L/N."

The girl gave you a sweet smile, her pearly whites gleaming at you as she said in a high voice, "It's so nice to meet you, Doctor!"

Smiling yourself, you said, "You too Eunhae-ssi. And don't take what I said too much too mind, Dr. Kim here is really a great doctor. You can trust me on that." you finished with a wink directed in his direction.

He rolled his eyes and said," She already knew that, didn't you Eunhae?" to the girl who smiled up at him, her cheeks a rosy pink as her eyes sparkled in response, her voice light as she replied with a small yes.

Biting your lip as you stifle your laughter, you gave Jimin a look to which he returned as you both stared at the girl who was evidently awe-struck by Taehyung.

I mean, it was obvious. Taehyung was quite attractive. His face and body proportions were fit to be a model, and the charm that exuded him, well, the ladies could simply never escape it. Something you learned from being by his side basically all of college and med school.

"What?" Taehyung asked as he looked at the two of sharing secret glances before you quickly shook your head, "Oh it's nothing. We should get going? I'm starving." you laughed, as Jimin nodded beside you.

Giving you a weird look, Taehyung simply shook his head and chuckled before all of you walked to the break room to have your lunch together.

"So you've known him since you guys were kids?" Taehyung asked as you nodded, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth before handing the bowl back to him.

"Yup, it's crazy, isn't it? We were really close too. Both our parents were family friends and I'd known him since elementary school all through high school but then we went to different colleges and just drifted off I guess." you said, as you flipped through channels, nothing managing to catch your interest.

Taehyung hummed in response and said, "Well that explains it."

Looking over at him, you raised your eyebrows and said, "Explains what?"

Shaking his head lightly, he chuckled softly, "There was something that seemed weird at first like you two looked really comfortable with each other. Besides, knowing you for like the last 10 years I knew how you are with people you first meet, so it just felt odd that you two seemed so close all of a sudden."

"Someone has me figured out already." you teased, as you shoved him playfully to which he rolled his eyes and said, "Literally, how could I not. I was basically your only friend through college."

"Were not!" you gasped, holding your hand to your chest in offense. Just as you were about to continue arguing against the fact that you very much were not a loner throughout college, you heard a loud knock coming from the front door.

Both your heads turned in unison towards the front door, as Taehyung raised his brow, asking, "Were you expecting someone?"

Pursing your lips, you shook your head no lightly, as you stood up from the couch, before making your way to your front door. As you opened it, your vision was quickly filled with a familiar outline as you were met with a warm smile.

"Jimin?" you said, as you chuckled in disbelief for the second time that day, "What are you doing here?"

Giving you an embarrassed smile, Jimin rubbed the back of his head before saying, "I know it's pretty late but I thought we could just catch up for a bit? If you’re free?"

"Y/N, who is it-?” Taehyung started as he stood behind you, his tall figure peering over your shoulder. The voice quickly caught Jimin’s attention, making him look behind you when you saw his eyes widen in surprise.

"Dr. Taehyung?" he remarked, the surprise evident on his face, before you chuckled nervously, looking between the two, "Yea, we were just watching a movie together-"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt the both of you..." he trailed off apologetically to which you quickly shook your head, "No, it's fine! We weren't really watching anything important, right Taehyung-ah?"

Taehyung beside you nodded but instead gave you a tight smile in return, "Right." he said plainly before Jimin rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Did you have something in mind?" you asked quickly, to which Jimin nodded, "I just thought we could get some coffee together, but Dr. Taehyung, it'd be great if you could come along too."

"It's just Taehyung out of work," Taehyung said to which Jimin smiled and chuckled," Taehyung it is then."

"Well, I'll just go get changed and we can go?" you asked to which the both boys nodded, before you disappeared back into your apartment, rushing to your room to put on some more appropriate clothing for the cold night.

"So, how long have you guys been dating?" Jimin asked cautiously, stirring the cup of coffee in his hand.

Almost choking, you laughed as you quickly shook your head. Feeling Taehyung stiffen beside you at the question, you looked at him and raised your eyebrows when he quickly replied with a playful grin on his face, "As if I'd date this mess."

You scoffed, shoving his shoulder playfully when you remarked, "Feelings mutual Kim."

"But Jimin, how was your dance academy?" you asked, remembering how he had wanted to major so badly in dance all high school, always going to dance lessons every day after school, having competitions, dance battles and performances to which you had always attended.

His face immediately brightened, although it was quick to disappear as he sighed softly, "It was amazing, but I think it made me realize that it was just a hobby and I didn't think I could've made it big–"

"Jimin..." you trailed off, "You really could've, I mean you're one of the best dancers I've ever seen."

"But just think, if I never quit, I would've never seen you again."

You laughed at that, teasing him, "Right, and that's the worst isn't it."

"I didn't know you danced." Taehyung piped up suddenly, his eyes gazing at him in a way that suddenly had your skin crawling.

Jimin looked over at him and chuckled, "I guess I don't really look like it, do I?"

Taehyung's eyes were quick to widen as he shook his head, "N-no! I just–" he started, "Anyways, what made you change into medicine?"

"I guess I'd always wanted to be a doctor since I was a kid but dance took over my life in high school and blinded me for a while. But I think I know what I want to do now." Jimin smiled, giving you a pointed look.

"And it helps that I have possibly the best mentor to teach me," he added jokingly making you blush softly as Taehyung laughed beside you although not failing to notice how forced it had sounded.

If you hadn’t known Taehyung for as long as you had, you would’ve brushed off the signs but everything from the way he sat beside you, to his hands clasped together tightly in his lap and the forced smile on his face, you knew something was wrong, but you just didn’t know what.

As you gave him a slight nudge, your brows raising lightly as to ask him if everything was alright? Jimin spoke up.

"So, how long have you known Y/N, Taehyung?" Jimin asked.

"Since the first year of college, so around ten years, I'd say," Taehyung replied, a certain challenging tone in his voice that started to make you frown.

But knowing how oblivious Jimin was at times, he simply grinned and said, "Wow! Although I do have to say, I beat you by just a couple years," he joked, his eyes disappearing with the wide smile he gave the two of you.

However, Taehyung simply smiled grimly in return, making you instantly feel uncomfortable as a silence washed over the three of you.

Jimin briefly looked at you, his eyebrow raising in question when you quickly intercepted, "Ahh, well we should probably get going. It's getting pretty late and we have an early shift tomorrow. Taehyung?"

"Yea." he simply said, making you sigh inwardly. What had gotten into him?

Standing up, Jimin laughed softly, although even you could tell at that point he was forcing it too. "That's okay!" Jimin said, "But we should all definitely get some coffee together again!"

Gathering your things, you got up too, Taehyung quickly following in suit behind you. Giving Jimin a hug, you pulled away and gave him a warm smile before reminding him, “10 AM tomorrow, don’t be late this time.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jimin quipped, before giving you a wink as you laughed back.

After saying your final goodbyes to Jimin, Taehyung and you walked out of the café and made your way back to your apartment in silence, when you suddenly couldn't take it anymore.

"Taehyung, what was that?" you questioned, an underlying anger laced within your voice as Taehyung stopped mid-step.

He turned and raised an eyebrow at you, as he shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know what you're talking about." before he continued to walk towards your apartment complex.

"Well, maybe the fact that you were being completely rude to Jimin?" you retorted as you caught up to him, looking at him from the side when you saw him huff in annoyance.

"I wasn't. That's just the way I always talk," he replied so casually it made you clench your fists at your side.

"No you don't, Taehyung." you muttered heavily under your breath.

"Oh yea, then how do I talk?" he snapped, making you whirl around in front of him, giving him an incredulous look.

"Are you giving me attitude now? After what you just did?” you fumed, finding yourself in absolute disbelief. Where did the Kim Taehyung you knew from a mere couple hours ago, disappear?

"What exactly did I do?!" he shot back, making you groan out loud.

You couldn't believe him.

“You were treating Jimin like actual shit, that’s what! I-I don’t even know why you were acting the way you were, being unresponsive, giving him cold looks, like what was the point of that?!” you yelled, your face burning in absolute anger at this point.

“I just wasn’t in the mood.” Taehyung responded coldly making you scoff, and before you could say anything else, he added, “Maybe next time you can just go see him yourself if I’m so ‘rude’ to him.”

Feeling like he had just knocked the air out of your lungs, you stared at him, blinking in absolute shock, as you spluttered, the anger rising in you as the seconds passed, “Fine! Be that way. See if I care. But if anyone's acting real immature, it's you Kim Taehyung." you snapped as you stormed off, muttering colorful language under your breath as you left Taehyung standing there alone, with no regret.

Sitting in bed, you read over the text as your fingers hovered over the send button.

Taehyung, do you want to talk about it?

Finally deciding against it, you let out a sigh before setting your phone back on your nightside table. Nestling into your covers, you pulled your blanket up before thinking to yourself, You’ll figure it out. The two of you always do.

As you were sound asleep, your phone lit up, it’s dim light illuminating the room as a text filled your lock screen.

Taehyung: I’m sorry.

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