#look at jimin-ssi or taehyungie

[itsjeonjk]

why is my name and assless chaps being mentioned in the same sentence

#╰ ✩ ⸜⸜ ﹙ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱 ﹚ ╱ * update. #i’m not the ass of bts #look at jimin-ssi or taehyungie

[sweetestofchaos]

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝖡𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉, 𝖸/𝖭 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇. 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖮𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖠𝖴 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌!𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇, 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟤.𝟨𝖪 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝖲𝗂𝗑

a/n: banner made by @itaeewon. story dividers by @firefly-graphics. support banner by @benkeibear. also this fic is not betaed at all...so yeah. sorry for mistakes.

​𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 // 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Y/N stands out front of Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment with a bottle of wine tucked away in her oversized bag. The scent of ginger creeps from the crack in the door and her mouth waters as she pictures all the different dishes that could be made with the single ingredient. The sound of laughter gets closer to the door and a moment after the door opens. Jungkook’s eyes are crinkled as he greets Y/N with a wide smile, showing off his white, bunny-like teeth.

“Y/N-ah!” Jungkook throws his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and hugs her tightly to which she wraps her arms around his slim waist. “Just in time! Seokjin hyung, finished the first dish!”

“Seokjin?” Y/N questions as Jungkook releases her and ushers her into his home.

“Hyung is one of Taehyung’s friends, their families go way back. He owns a restaurant and offered to cater our workshop.” Jungkook explains as he shuts and locks the front door. “Hyung makes really yummy food, too. You’re gonna love it!”

Y/N removes her boots and Jungkook sets a pair of house slippers in front of her, giggling at the little mermaid socks she is wearing. Y/N narrows her eyes playfully and Jungkook laughs once more as he pulls her farther into the apartment.

“Y/N-ah is here!” Jungkook announces and Y/N sees a few unfamiliar faces in the living room while Taehyung and a taller man with wide shoulders stand in the kitchen. Jungkook introduces Y/N to the three people in the living room, coworkers of both Taehyung and Jungkook. In the kitchen, Seokjin wipes his hands on the towel hanging from the waistband of his apron and offers his hand to Y/N.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N-ssi. These two have not shut up about you.”

“I hope they haven’t told you anything too insane. It’s nice to meet you, Seokjoon-ssi.”

“Your Korean is beautiful. Though I would expect nothing less from someone representing the Kims.”

“Enough flattery, Hyung! Let’s eat!” Taehyung interrupts and pulls Y/N into a hug. “It’s good to see you again, Y/N noona.” 

“You look as handsome as ever Taehyungie.”

Taehyung’s face heats up and he gives Y/N’s waist a squeeze before he shows her to the dining room table where the others are now seated.

“Oh! Before I forget-” Y/N pulls the bottle of wine from her purse and Taehyung grins.

“You got our favorite wine?”

“Jungkook mentioned that you were running low.”

Sitting at her desk, Y/N mutters to herself as she types away on the keyboard in front of her quickly. A very important email was somehow missed and now Y/N is trying to save face without letting Namjoon know that one of the other employees dropped the ball. The email is from Jung Hoseok, the manager of the one and only Park Jimin, the up and coming actor. It seems that Park Jimin would like permission to shadow one of the employees to get himself ready for his next role as a personal assistant. His time with the company would be a month long and he would like to shadow Namjoon's company because a friend of Jimin’s did business with Namjoon’s uncle.

The phone beside Y/N rings and she quickly answers it without a second of hesitation. 

“Thank you for calling Kim Corporations. You have reached the office of Kim Namjoon, this is Y/N speaking. How may I direct your call?”

“Y/N! Oh my god, I-I tried to stop them, I swear I did!”

“W-What are you talking about? Take a breath and explain, please?” Y/N glances at her computer and sees a few messages pop up in the instant messenger. As the young woman at the front desk explains what’s going on, Y/N reads over the messages and her eyes wide.

“Okay, okay. I got it. Thank you for telling me, I have to go!” 

Y/N hangs up the phone and quickly sends out a mess message to the whole floor, excluding Namjoon for everyone to tidy up because Park Jimin is on his way up. Standing from her seat, Y/N smooths out her cream colored pleated skirt that stops above the knees and walks over to Namjoon’s door. She knocks three times before she opens the door and steps inside quickly. Namjoon is at his desk with the phone held up to his ear with his shoulder while he types away on his desktop.

Walking across the room quickly, Y/N grabs the notepad that is sitting on the desk along with a pen and scrabbles out a message to let him know that the actor Park Jimin is on his way to the office right now. She slides the note over to Namjoon and he shoots Y/N a confused look before he grabs the notepad and reads what she wrote. Namjoon frowns and licks his lips before he nods his head and holds up five fingers. He will end the call within five minutes and be ready. Y/N nods her head and gives Namjoon a thumbs up before she hurries out of the room and takes her seat at the desk once more. 

Using the mirror that she keeps on her desk, Y/N double checks her makeup and tightens the bow that is tied at her waist from her blush colored blouse. She wears her hair in a twisted out style with a matching blush headband that keeps the coils out of her face. Reaching into the top drawer, Y/N grabs her Uuma lipstick in ‘she tore’ and applies the tinted color to her lips. A message from Ian pops up on the computer screen and Y/N takes a deep breath. Park Jimin is on the floor and making his way to Namjoon’s office. A notification from her email blinks in the corner and Y/N opens it to see that Namjoon has requested Yoongi to join the sudden meeting. Yoongi has responded that he will be there right after he finishes up a phone call and Y/N feels a little better knowing that she will not have to worry too much about taking notes of marketing questions. 

The sound of heels clicking on the floor catches Y/N’s attention and she smiles at the sight of Park Jimin in all his glory. The man is stunning, with auburn colored hair style out of his eyes and to the side. He wears a light blue ribbed mock turtleneck sweater, tucked into a pair of off white trousers with a thin cream belt around his waist. White Chelsea boots cover his feet while a chunky silver chain hangs from his neck, twisted silver hooped earrings swing in his ears; both his wrists have a silver chain bracelet on them with a total of three simple silver rings resting on his fingers. Park Jimin is stunning as is his manager, Jung Hoseok who is walking a step behind him. Hoseok wears an all black ensemble, consisting of a plain black turtleneck sweater, black trousers and black loafers. He isn’t wearing any jewelry but his eyes shine brightly behind a pair of black framed ray bans. 

Y/N stands and walks around her desk, bowing politely to both Jimin and Hoseok as they stand in front of her. Jimin stares at Y/N with a soft smile on his face and offers his hand, “Park Jimin and you are my dear?” 

“Y/N. Thank you both for coming today.”

“Nonesenese,” Hoseok speaks up when Jimin shakes Y/N’s hand. “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice. I can only imagine how busy Namjoon-ssi must be.”

Y/N shakes her head while smiling, “Manager Kim is thankful for your time and thoughtfulness. It’s not everyday that an actor requests a meeting.”

Jimin laughs lightly and fiddles with one of his rings, “This business comes highly recommended and I would be a fool to ignore such praise.” Jimin eyes Y/N and raises an eyebrow. “Though no one told me there would be such a-”

“Secretary Y/N?” 

Yoongi’s voice cuts through whatever pickup line Jimin was about to say and Y/N is thankful. SHe really did not want to have to put Jimin in his place before they could have a contract made up and signed. Yoongi easily puts himself between Jimin and Y/N as he introduces himself with a firm handshake. A beep catches Y/N’s attention and she clears her throat, making all eyes turn to her.

“Manager Kim is ready for everyone, please follow me.”

Y/N opens the door to Namjoon’s office and Hoseok enters first followed by Jimin and Yoongi. Y/N enters the room last and gathers the files that Namjoon had printed himself and set aside on his desk. As the men all introduce themselves to each other, Y/N sets the files down on the stand alone table in Namjoon’s office for his more private meetings. The men all gather around and sit, ignoring Y/N as she moves about silently. Namjoon reaches out and his fingers lightly graze, Y/N’s wrist making her stop as she stands by his side.

“Can you bring in a few refreshments? I placed a coffee order and that will be here shortly.”

“As you wish, Mister Kim.” 

Namjoon turns his attention to the men in the room and raises an eyebrow, “Would anyone like anything? Any restrictions?” 

“I would love a white chocolate muffin!” Jimin grins and Hoseok rolls his eyes but does nothing to stop him.

“I’m fine, Y/N-ssi, thank you.” Yoongi offers a slight smile and Y/N turns her attention to Hsoeok who politely declines. 

“I will be back shortly. I have my phone on me, so please do not hesitate to contact me if you wish for anything else.” Y/N bows and leaves the room knowing that Namjoon can handle notes while she is away.

Outside of the room, Y/N lets out a deep sigh and shakes her head. This is going to be a long day.

Y/N looks at the clock in the corner of the computer screen and clicks her tongue. It’s already an hour past the scheduled time for her and Namjoon to be there and she has not heard a word from him. Her phone lights up with a notification and she smiles looking at the screen. Taehyung is in the parking lot waiting for her. They agreed to meet after she got off work to do a little shopping for the workshop. Y/N feels like she doesn’t have anything work appropriate when it comes to lounge wear, so Taehyung offered to go shopping with her since he had nothing else to do.

Standing up from her desk, Y/N shoots Taehyung a quick message to let him know that she will be a few more moments. Knocking on Namjoon’s door three times, Y/N waits shortly to see if he answers. Hearing nothing, Y/N opens the door and pokes her head in. Namjoon is sitting at his desk, his black button up shirt has the first four buttons undone and his sleeves are rolled up his arms. His glasses are sitting low on the bridge of his nose and his hair is messy, like he has run his hand through it a few times. 

“Joon?” Y/N calls out softly seeing that he is focused on the computer screen in front of him. “Namjoon?” Y/N calls once more and Namjoon’s head snaps up making Y/N jump from the sudden movement.

“Did you say something, Poppy?” 

A smile pulls at Y/N’s lips and she shakes her head while walking over to stand by Namjoon’s side. Y/N places an arm over his shoulders and Namjoon pushes away from the desk. He removes his glasses and tosses them onto his desk before he wraps an arm around Y/N waist and smushes his face into her stomach. Y/N laughs as runs her fingers through his hair. Namjoon’s body melts and his weight presses into Y/N making her dig her heels into the floor a little more.

“I think it’s time to call it, Joon. It’s getting late.”

Namjoon groans with a shake of his head, his nose tickling Y/N’s stomach as he does so. “I still have to read over a few more papers and sign off on things.”

“Can’t you just come in early tomorrow?”

“You got somewhere to be, Poppy?” 

“Taehyung is waiting for me in the parking lot. We’re going shopping.”

Namjoon lifts his face, his chin inches away from Y/N’s belly button as he stares up at her. His eyes are tired and there is an unreadable expression on his face. His brows are pinched, his lips are turned into a pout and the grip on Y/N’s hips tightens. 

“You never hang out with me anymore.”

Y/N sighs and lowers herself to sit in Namjoon’s lap, her butt perched on his knees. “Joonie, you’re being dramatic.”

“I am not.”

“We hung out-”

“Two weeks ago.”

“It wasn’t that long ago.” Y/N tries to brush off Namjoon’s claims but the way his eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, she knows that it’s the truth. 

“If I come in early tomorrow can I come shopping with you and Taehyung?”

“Joonie…”

“Please? I’ll carry all the bags. I-I miss you.”

Y/N sucks her teeth at Namjoon’s confession and pulls him into a hug. She kisses the top of his head as Namjoon buries his nose into her neck and sighs. 

“How about we have dinner, hum? I’ll pick something up on the way home, okay?”

“Spend the night at mine?”

“You’re really gonna milk this huh?” Namjoon whines and nips at Y/N’s shoulder making her squeak and push his face away from her. “Okay, okay. I’ll spend the night, but you’re driving tomorrow.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Oh, wait-”

“You still have clothes from the last time you came over.”

“Are they appropriate for work?” 

“Maybe? I don’t really remember.”

Y/N’s phone goes off with a notification and she pulls away from Namjoon but he locks her in his arms. Cupping her cheek with one hand, he nuzzles their noses together before he kisses the tip of her nose.

“Be safe.”

“I’ll see you later tonight, Joon.” Y/N kisses the space in between Namjoon’s eyebrows and gives him a tight hug before he lets her go. 

Waving over her shoulder, Y/N leaves Namjoon’s office and Namjoon sighs. He cannot wait for the merger workshop to be finished with, so that he can have Y/N all to himself once again. He shakes his head and sits back in his chair, looking at his computer screen. He still needs to finish this report and send it to the shareholders. He glances at the clock and clicks his tongue. A few more minutes won’t hurt. He can clean up his apartment before Y/N gets there and maybe grab a few snacks and something to drink as well. Honestly, Namjoon doesn’t want to come to work tomorrow, so he might just work from home which means Y/N can spend the day with him as well. Smirking to himself, Namjoon sets his hands on the keyboard and starts typing. It’s decided, he will work a half day tomorrow from home with Y/N by his side.

​𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 // 𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡

#namjoon fic #yoongi fic #namjoon fluff #yoongi fluff #namjoon angst #yoongi angst #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #office au #cafune #soc namjoon #soc yoongi

[arentyouafraidofmydarkness]

Chapter 2: Safe

Summary: Persephone Keres is a witch with a dark past; she never imagined that a knock on her door from the celebrity and her current boss, Kim Taehyung would lead her right to what she was running from. When she started working for the biggest band in the world as a stylist, she believed she was finally escaping her fate but the Gods had entangled their destinies, and now the only way to survive what was coming was… together.

Genre: fantasy, polyamorous relationship, witches, bts idol au, romance, fluff, angst

Pairing: BTS x Female original character

Rating: Mature (may include violence, sex, smoking, cursing)

Word count: 4.5k+

Cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad

I start banging the purple door that indicates that a witch lives here, or in this case… lived. From the corner of my eye I catch how Jungkook jumps a little at the sudden noise which in turn makes Jimin snicker. The door opens while I’m still banging, showing a smiling Dante, an expression that completely disappears the moment he looks at me. For a giant guy he looks so tiny trying to avoid confrontation, before either of us can say anything, a petite blond guy with the face of an angel and bottomless yellow eyes comes waving a spoon. 

“Persephone Keres don’t go killing my boyfriend please, I could feel you seething all the way to the kitchen.” He places his hands on his hips, the incubus has enough sass for an entire country, and not a small one. “Now don’t be rude and introduce us to your friends.” Shit!. I turn to find three pairs of amused eyes, trying to hold back laughter. 

“Stephan, Dante, this are my bosses. Mr. Kim, Mr. Park and Mr. Jeon.” Stephan pulls each of them into a tight hug, I wanna protest because this is truly not culturally appropriate but I notice the three boys relax into the embrace, returning the gesture. Dante follows Stephan’s example embracing the boys and introducing themselves.

“Thank you for inviting us to your home. We are very honored.” Jimin bows in gratitude “Me and Jungkookie made a reservation for one of your restaurants the moment we found out about this trip. So when Taehyungie was bragging about your partner inviting him to have dinner with both of you, we couldn’t help but beg him to ask if we could tag along.” Well, this was news to me. Stephan waves off his comments, clearly pleased at it. 

“Oh babies!!” He actually squeaks “You are the cutest! There is absolutely nothing to thank for, this is your house. You are always welcome. With that being said, if you still want to go to the restaurant, let me know beforehand so I can treat you to something extra special. You can ask Seph for my number.” The blond pauses and narrows his eyes a little “Actually no, I will have Dante text it to Taehyung and he can pass it along. I don’t trust the witch” I think my eyes are gonna fall from my face at that comment, but the boys just snicker at it. 

“You are such an annoying little brat Stephan” Dante bumps my side playfully, agreeing with me. I missed this two assholes so much. 

“Mr. Stephan” Jungkook starts, making Stephan scoff, he interrupts him before he can continue.

“Oh boy, don’t call me Mister, please. I’m not that old.” This makes Jungkook give him his signature bunny smile and a little giggle.

“Sorry… Stephan, actually what I wanted to ask you is something related to that. Seph-ssi keeps calling me Mister and I don’t know how to stop her, could you…” The other two voicing their agreement behind him has Stephan laughing.

“Oh my! you look like a really cute bunny, how could I say no? Don’t worry boys I will take care of that.” Another groan scaped my throat, my hand finding its way to my face. “Now let’s go to the dinning room, get a bottle of wine open and chit-chat about your celebrity life” 

Before I could follow them to the dinning room, Stephan pulls me into a tight hug. The incubus hugs where always an otherworldly experience. His magic basically consists in making the body feel good and he treats his magic the same way he cooks, with precision. He weaves the exact amount around people to give them what they may need. “Ne said you might need a little more affection than usual, how have you been?” 

“I bet you could answer that question better than me Steph.” He waves me off and proceeds to whisper, really loudly to be honest.

“You should have warned me, how God like are your boys Seph! I will try my best not to drool over them during dinner.” And there he was, being his horny self. “I can’t begin to understand why are you trying to keep them at arms length. From what I heard, they where the ones that sought you out.” 

“First it’s not my fault that you have never seen them, they are literally famous, their faces are everywhere and second, yesterday was the first time we actually crossed more than three words! Why is everyone acting like we have been friend forever and I’m pushing them away. It’s creepy and weird!” 

He gives me an eye roll, I’m pretty sure he saw the back of his head “You know time is just a weird ass human construct. Besides the company sought you out and you asked for a ‘back of house’ job so you wouldn’t have to interact with them. Don’t even try to deny it, I know this because Dante quacked about it.”

“That busybody needs a new hobby.” I humph “Let’s go before they think we are talking about them”

“Oh honey, they definitely know.” 

When we enter the cozy dinning room Dante was already pouring wine for they boys and whatever chatter had been going on stoped the moment we stepped into view, I narrowed my eyes towards my best friend but he just smiles back. Sitting on the free spot between Jimin and Jungkook, I take a sip from my already full wine glass, the rich velvety taste makes me moan, causing everyone to laugh. “I went to the Castello that you like earlier today to gab your favorite amore, can you go back to loving me now?”

“If you brought me an extra bottle to take home, I will think about it.” I give him a little wink. 

That earns me a huff “You brat.” He proceeds to stick his tongue out to me and I reciprocate the gesture. 

“Children, children, please. We have guests.” The petite blond comments as he places a few food plates on the table “Please grab whatever you like, and don’t be shy.”  

Once we are al settled with our plates full, Taehyung is the first to try the food, his reaction nothing less than hilarious, his eyes roll back and he lets out a loud moan that only keeps getting longer as he keeps chewing the food. Stephan is grinning from ear to ear now. “OH MY GOD JIMINNIE, YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS!!!” He then proceeds to feed Jimin a taste, which elicits another moan but this time from the pink haired boy. The expression on Taehyung’s falters for a second, a flash of something primal crosses his hazelnut eyes, the magic inside me stirs curiously, but whatever it was, disappears all too quickly and I can’t help but wonder if I imagined it.

“I’m glad you liked it, this are my specialty dishes, all crafted with lots of love… and passion of course.” Stephan winks at no one in particular and it makes me choke. “So tell me all about you, pretty boys. You seem like an interesting bunch.” 

Jimin is the one to answer, Taehyung being to busy inhaling his food and Jungkook looked  pissed at his food, to immersed in it to actually form a coherent sentence. “Well, I like soft things, I think it’s a sensory thing. I love to travel, get to know new cities. My favorite city is Paris.” He stops to think with a soft hmm. “I love cats, I’m allergic but it doesn’t really stop me from smooching my face on them every time I see one…” this makes my friends laugh a little “there is not much to tell to be honest, I’m not that interesting, I spend must of my time working so it’s hard to have hobbies or anything really worth telling.” He finishes with a smile, I could tell both Italians where impressed not really expecting that type of answer.

“Oh, I love photography and fashion!” Taehyung adds with his mouth half full, earnings him a swat on the back of this head from Jimin “Aish! Whats wrong with you?! I just wanted to tell them about my personal interests as well”

"Stop talking when you are eating! It’s disgusting." Jimin counters.

I could see amusement dance on Taehyung’s eyes, and then a slow smirk started to grow "YOUR FACE is disgusting" he chuckles, as if his comeback was the best one out there and not one a kinder-gardener would come up with. 

"Real mature Tae" His response was to stick his tongue out and we all bursted into laughter at the friendly banter. They looked adorable while bickering. Stop! They are your bosses remember? They are most definitely not adorable!.  

"Paris is my favorite city too Jimin! There is just something in the air that exudes romance, you know?" Jimin nods at Dante’s statement and answers in a low tone, as if talking to himself.

"I guess it's the aura of old art, classic poetry and absolute hedonism that has been embedded in every part of the city, that just makes me feel... high, in the most lucid way possible. As if every time I step in it's streets, it sang to me, lulled me into a state of pure ecstasy..." The words sank into my stomach, of course he felt like that. It made a lot of sense and I couldn't believe I hadn't caught on the fact sooner. Jimin was blessed by Aphrodite.

Aphrodite had claimed Paris many centuries ago. Gave it her protection; flooded the city with her magic until it drowned in love, sex, passion, beauty... becoming a beacon to every kind of art, which in turn fueled the Goddess’s magic; creating a symbiotic relationship of pure uninterrupted power between The Deity and The City of Love. 

While many Gods favored Paris, it was Aphrodite's city, always under her care, always pumping with her unlimited magic. The city resonated so deeply within Jimin, because in a way, that same magic flowed trough him. What Jimin felt when he was in the city... well it just meant that he had The Goddess favor and she was calling for him. I wonder if he has answered?.

To be honest, it made perfect sense. Aphrodite has an obsession with pretty things. And with the way Jimin played his duality -being a sexy demon with siren eyes luring thousands to their deaths and then turning into an adorable little mochi, with crescent moon eyes that could solve every problem on the world- I could bet my right arm that it had taken all but 2 seconds for the Goddess to fall for him. His indescribable talent securing the divine favor even further. 

Dante searched for my eyes as if looking for confirmation, but it was news to me too. Making me curious as if the other boys where favored as well. Not that it was extremely rare, but it wasn't common either; the Gods where picky to say the least. 

"Do you visit often?" The word scape my lips without permission, making Jimin turn to me, his glistening almond eyes locking into mime, making my heart skip a beat. His stare holding so much power; the single look causing my magic to tingle as if he was reaching within my soul, where it resided, caressing it.                                       

"Not as much as I'd like." His answer was laced with a little bit of disappointment. 

"Next time you want to spend a few days there, call us! We know some amazing places for you to visit!" Jimin gives a radiant smile and nods at Stephan's words. Then the petite Italian turns to Taehyung to ask. "So fashion huh? You look like you could be a model! I can't picture someone not falling for you the moment they saw you" He gives a wink and Taehyung turns a soft shade of red, pulling his hands to his face in a cute attempt to hide in them. 

"Yeah, I do love modeling. I get a similar feeling to the one I get when I'm on stage." His boxy grin making an appearance "But I also love what fashion represents, the stories you can tell with it." This deeply resonates within me, making me take a huge sip of wine.                        

Jungkook must have finished eating because for the first time he speaks. "I think your style is so cool hyung!" 

"And you precious bunny? Tell us something about you" This makes him furrow his nose, adding effect to the nickname. I need more wine.

"I like boxing." He states simply with a huge grin in his face. This makes everyone laugh, then adding coyly "Is there any more wine?" 

I stand hurriedly "Yes, that what we need. More wine" I dash into the kitchen and come out with two more bottles ready to fill everyone's glasses. 

 After a few more bottles of wine and a spectacular dessert, we are all relaxed in our tipsy state, talking about music, food… Dante was in the middle of explaining why churning the ice-cream clock wise was better, when a tipsy Taehyung caught my attention, he leaned in to give a peck in Jimin's plump lips, and then another one in his jaw, he continued creating a path of soft placed kisses towards the pink haired boy's neck, where he stayed nibbling a little and then settling in an intimate manner.  Jimin'a arm going over Taehyung's shoulders, holding him with such delicacy, as if he was holding the single most precious thing in the world.

"It's an intoxicating view, isn't it?" The soft whisper brushing my ear, almost making me fall from my chair. Jungkook was so close I could smell his sweet marshmallow essence. He must have seen the shock in my face, and yes there were rumors, about all of them. Different pairing, or ships or whatever they called them. There were even rumors about them with different girls, but I wasn't expecting any of them to be true. "You are not gonna tell, right Seph-ssi?" I could feel the weariness beneath his confident tone, it was easy to tell he was feeling protective over his bandmates.  

"Of course not, this is no one’s business, but theirs." I reassure him.

He lets out a sigh of relief “Good. I knew we could trust you.” 

“You barely know me Jungkook.” 

“Yeah, but something in my belly tells me you are ok, besides I’m not the only one who trusts you. Do you think they would be so comfortable and obvious about their relationship if they didn’t feel safe?” His question stirring something within me. Safe, a word that makes my blood freeze. A feeling I haven’t experience in a long, long time. My magic becoming distressed at the thought of someone feeling in danger; before I could even protest, it decided we were doing everything so they could keep feeling safe. 

A loud clap from one of the Italian’s startled the four of us making us jump, the bitches snickered. “Okay! love birds, precious bunny, wicked witch of the west” I squint my eyes at that “I think it’s time you all head to bed. You all look to drunk for your own good and to my understanding, you all have work tomorrow.” We all responded with a choir of boo’s to Dante’s suggestion and of course his savior Stephan stepped up.

“Aww, the drunk babies are pissed!” He cooed at us. “C’mon, he is right. You all can stay here if you want or I can give you a ride back to the hotel, but you babies need to sleep if you don’t want to be zombies tomorrow.” 

He ends up giving us a ride. 

The bastards were right… my alarm is way to loud, my head is pounding and I could swear we didn’t drink that much last night but it appears I might me wrong on that statement. Fuck. With every single muscle in my body protesting, I manage to stand from my hotel bed to find my grimoire and supplies.  

My tiny travel cauldron is filled with a tweaked healing potion; made out of coffee, vanilla and poppy seeds. My mom used to brew the original version of this potion whenever we caught a cold; so, when university started kicking my ass with all-nighters and hangovers, I changed it a bit. Made it coffee based, added some sugar, and now it was my life-saver potion as well as the perfect morning drink. 

I conjure four disposable coffee cups, to lazy to actually go down and ask for them and pour the potion into them. I can’t have the boys feeling like shit when they have to work, so I might have brewed a little extra to give them some. Just out of pity, nothing else. 

I have to be at the Palazzo Pitti at eleven to help with the arrangements for the boys arrival. I know I’m already late but it doesn’t stop me in making a quick pit stop in Jungkook’s room, praying he is up or that he hears when I knock. A soft grumbling voice answers something completely incoherent but a minute later the door opens to a barely awake Taehyung, his hair looking like a bird’s nest, his t-shirt is all twisted over his slim frame and his eyes are barely open. 

He perks up a little when he spots me “Good morning Taehyung, how are you on this bright morning?”

“Why are you so loud? And how do you look so perky? We just want to find a hole and die in it.” I snickered and thanked the Gods for healing potions. 

“Sorry, I brought coffee for the three of you. Drink it, you will feel better.” He scrunches his nose  at that.

“I don’t like coffee” His whine is so cute. 

“It tastes like vanilla and it’s sweet. Don’t be stubborn, I swear it will make you feel better.” He grumbles but promises he will drink it. “Okay, I have to run, see you later.”

Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. 

Today we were shooting the first part of the concept photos for the boys next project. The past few months we have been working on creating a dark fantasy world that goes with their next albums storyline. It has been a blast, because it has allowed the whole art department to exploit concepts, looks and ideas that wouldn’t have been possible otherwise. Today and tomorrow the boys where gonna play the part of mysterious princes. The outfits we picked for this specific part of the concept were… well… regal. Lots of black and gold, embroidery, decorative buttons, heavy fabrics, jewels… oh the jewels! Crowns and chains and rings and tons of pretty sparkling stones. To say that all the art department was living their best dream was the biggest understatement. 

But right now, everything was not regal! 

It was chaotic. AS FUCK.

One of the new assistants, that carried herself with an air of superiority, had forgotten the suitcase with part of Hoseok’s outfits, Jimin’s jacket buttons kept falling and the same assistant  that forgot the suitcase couldn’t stop chitchatting with everyone that came by and fawning over the boys, instead of actually helping or doing her actual job. I was gonna loose it if she came once more and asked ‘is this how you sew a button?’ So when I felt a tap on my shoulder, my body tensed and my magic responded by coating my skin with a light electrical current. 

The soft ‘oww’ came from a very familiar voice, one that was most definitely not the annoying assistant. I turned to find a furrowed bunny nose looking at his finger like it had betrayed him. I wanted to slap me in the face. 

“Sorry Jungkook, I must have been building static electricity by walking barefoot in the carpet” I lie “Is there anything I can do for you?” 

“It’s ok, just took me by surprise” His grin is form ear to ear now “Actually yes, I wanted to know if I could take the tag out of the shirt, it’s so itchy. I asked Na-Ri-ssi if she could do it, and she said she had to ask you. Anyways, I told her I could come and ask you myself, she tried to convince me that it was her job to deal with it, but… I’m very persuasive.” He grins triumphantly making me roll my eyes and laugh. 

“Yes, we can remove the tag. Let me go grab some scissors.” I return and have him sit down so I can maneuver to actually cut the tag without damaging the shirt or hurting Jungkook “You do know that if you are uncomfortable in any of your outfits, or if they are bothering you, we can fix it right? That’s literally our job.” 

“Really?” He genuinely sound surprised at the statement “Thank you! The last head stylist tended to be a bit… stuck up. Used to say discomfort is part of fashion” UGH! Freaking fashion divas.  

“Yeah… well, that’s not how we are working from now on. If something bothers you, come tell me or tell one of your stylists, we will do everything in our power to fix it. I will hold a meeting tomorrow with the whole team to clear it out, but if you can let the others know, I would appreciate it.” The last thread snaps under the scissors. “There you go. Go finish the shoot. If you need anything else, send someone to find me.” 

He stands ups to go back to set but he stops and turns “By the way, thank you for the morning coffee, did wonders for our hangover. Seriously, I thought we weren’t gonna be able to survive today but we feel perfect. Like magic.” I smile back at him and then shoo him with my hands.

“You are welcome, now shoo.” He grins again and skips his way to finish the shoot. This boy. 

“OH MY GOD!! Did you actually talk with Jeon Jungkook?!” I was gonna kill this girl. Maybe if I turn her into a plant… 

“Yes, that’s my job. You should go and do yours.” I knew I was being rude, but I didn’t care. I hate inefficiency, and this girl was what appeared on the dictionary when you looked up the word. 

“Yeah, but, like, you talked, talked. Like, I heard you calling him by his name.” Her nasally voice was piercing my skull. “Like, are you friends? Or something?”

“Nope, he is my boss. Na-Ri-ssi” Na-Ri, was my right hand. An excellent stylist and kind hearted girl. She appeared with her lovely round face and big eyes, that only turned bigger when she saw who was pestering me. “Could you be a dear, and find something for…” 

“Eun Young” The assistant said proudly.

“Yes, Eun Young to do? Please?” I pleaded with my eyes. Na-Ri saw my desperation, swallowing a laugh, she nodded.

“Of course boss” She winked at me. “Come girl. Let’s go be useful, for a change.”

I let out a loud sigh. This job was gonna age me prematurely. 

After what was a long day we stored everything and readied the things for tomorrow. Everyone was on a light mood and wanted to go get drinks, but I was so tired specially, after yesterdays dinner that I just wanted to head to the hotel, grab a cold shower, and sleep. I thanked my team, said my good-byes and headed outside. 

The cigarette on my lips tastes like heaven after the day we had at set. The chilly night was just perfect. Tonight the stars that painted the sky were whispering loudly, their voices carrying prophecies to some and poems to others. The waning moon romancing lovers, weaving tapestries of dreams in the endless night. The soft wind carrying fortune and a promise of new beginnings. I truly lived for this moments when the universe gifted us brief immortality.  

My body was begging for a rest by the time I arrived to the hotel, so with a swift beeline  I jumped into the human sized tuna can, the uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of my stomach, just like every other time body was surrounded by metal. When the elevator doors where about to close a hand stopped them prompting them to open again only to reveal a black haired boy, with a soft nose and pouty lips. Min Yoongi was dresses covered in what looked like layers upon layer of clothing, topped with a black heavy waistcoat and a chunky scarf covering half his face, it would be so easy to not recognize him beneath all that fabric but his eyes where visible and the fire burning in them was a tell tale of who he was.  

“Mr. Min” I bow in greeting, responds in a similar manner and proceeds to push the button to his floor. 

I thank the Gods the silence during the ride is not filled with awkwardness, Yoongi’s aura was strong, I could feel the power emanating from his soul but somehow it wasn’t imposing or unsettling. His presence somehow soothing the discomfort that was stirring my magic, caused by the metal walls.  

A screech of metal and a light tremble was all it took for my heart to skip a few beats. The fucking contraption STOPED. 

With us inside.

No, no, no, NO!.

I could feel my magic agitating again, a ball of fear forming in my throat, my breath starting to become quicker and shorter. My foggy brain managed to recognize a soft voice uttering an impressive repertoire of curses. 

Logically a quick spell would have solved this situation but my growing panic was leaving no room for reasoning. 

And suddenly I’m not at the elevator anymore. I’m back at the place where all my nightmares started, where everything crumbled. 

The unnatural cold seeping trough the metal cage, my body unable to hold to an ounce of heat.  The continuous aching caused by days of incessant torture. The blood tickling from my writs that were held by the wide metal shackles, anchored to the wall by chunky chains; glowing with several enchantments to keep my magic at bay. My throat raw even though it hadn’t uttered a single scream in days -not even when the pain had become unbearable- thanks to the shackle adorning my neck laced with a charm to prevent any kind of sound. 

A warm hand against my back pulls me back from the memory, a soft voice murmuring over and over"You are okay.” Everything is spinning a little, the voice turning his delicate prayer into a “You are safe.” With the air the anxiety lets inside my lungs, I manage to whisper back "I'm never safe." And then the world starts to become narrow, a worried pair of eyes filled with contained infernos is the last I see, before everything turns completely dark.

#bts #btsOT7 #bts fluff #bts fantasy au #btsensamble #btsfanfic

[thetaekookcloset]

Hello.

So i know the basics of Korean pronouns but if you could clarify to me:

- Doesn’t seem weird that JK keep the honorific for V, calling him Taehyung Hyung, always making a point of calling him brother but seems to be more informal with Jimin?

- Do you think that when they are alone, he still calls Taehyung Hyung?

- What does it mean Taehyungie ? Does JK makes this change on the name for the other members?

Thank you.

I actually talked about this topic -- Jungkook’s formality or lack of formality talking to and about Taehyung -- pretty recently in this post (and then some follow-up on why I think people get kind of hung-up on this idea in this post) but admittedly it did get buried pretty quickly between Memories 2021 and Taennie rumor discussion.

The long and short of my take on this is that all of BTS seem to stick with the more formal forms of address like calling each other “hyung” even though they don’t really need to.  Who knows why they do it, but they do.  I would say that from what I’ve seen, Jungkook doesn’t call Jimin “hyung” as often as he does all the others, but for the most part he replaces it with “ssi,” which from what I understand is a much more formal form of address, so he’s obviously saying it as a joke.

However, I wouldn’t necessarily call that him being more informal with Jimin, since he is still technically addressing him with formal language.  All of BTS seems to have their own unique mix of formal and informal with how they talk to each other, depending on each individual pairing.

As for when they’re alone, I have no idea if Jungkook would still call Taehyung “hyung.”  My personal guess is that all the members are probably less formal with each other when they’re on their own, but that’s definitely me looking at it through my own Western lens, so I recognize that it’s totally possible they do call each other that all the time.

As I pointed out in my original post, though, there are moments that have been caught on camera where Jungkook drops the “hyung” and just calls Taehyung by his name, as far back as 2013 or 2014, especially when he’s taken off guard or addressing Tae directly without as much consciousness of the camera, so it does seem that Jungkook does not always refer to Taehyung with the honorific. 

Finally, “Taehyungie” is really just a nickname version of Tae’s name.  I imagine Jungkook calls him that at last partially to make the “hyung” honorific flow better, since that’s also part of Tae’s name.  “Taehyungie-hyung” just sounds better and is easier to say than “Taehyung-hyung,” basically.  That’s just a guess though.  Who knows how much is practicality and how much is fondness?  It could be any amount of both, or just one or the other.

Now that I’m thinking about it though, I’m not sure Jungkook does do anything quite like that with the other members’ names.  I’m thinking maybe he does with Namjoon sometimes?  I can’t think of any examples though.  Does anyone else know?

Ultimately, the general consensus on the “hyung” thing is that it doesn’t really mean much about how one person actually views another person.  You’ve likened it to the word “brother” in your ask, and it is often translated to English that way, but that isn’t really accurate.  “Hyung” is just what one man or boy calls another who is older than him but also close to him.  It’s formal but also familiar, and it’s just the respectful way to address another boy/man who is older.

It doesn’t have much to do with the actual relationship between two people, except arguably that they do still feel a need or desire to address each other formally -- but again, that’s something that all of BTS does even though they’ve all repeatedly acknowledged that they don’t need to.  At the very least it’s something that they keep up in front of the camera, for their own reasons.

This got pretty long but I hope it makes sense and helps to clarify the topic for you!

#ask #taekook

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220204 Weverse Translations

V's Comment 💬 on ARMY's Post ❇️

💜: 내일이 너무 기대돼!!😊

V: 내일? (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683423147293714)

💜: I'm so excited for tomorrow!!😊

V: Tomorrow?

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V's Comments 💬 on ARMY's Posts ❇️

💜: 태형아 클레식 좋아해? 나 음악하는 사람인데 나중에 꼭 들려주고 싶어.

V: 들려주세요 여기 영상 올려주세요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683423270545454)

💜: Tahyung-ah, do you like classical music? I'm a musician so I'd really like to play something for you later.

V: Please do, post a video here

💜: 태형아 왜 자꾸 인스타 스토리 삭제해? 당신이 5분 전의 당신과 같은 사람이 아니기 때문인가요? ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ

V: 삭제하지마요? (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683423507573652)

💜: Taehyung-ah, why do you keep deleting your Insta stories? Because you're not the person you were 5 minutes ago? lololol

V: Should I not?

💜: 나는 지민오빠 보고싶은데 텽오빠 어때유

V: 전 오늘 일어나자마자 영통했어요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683423507380793)

💜: I miss Jimin oppa, what about u Taehyung oppa?

V: I did a video call with him today as soon as I woke up

💜: nfp다 태횽아

V: 맞아요! enfp (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683423285506471)

💜: You're enfp Taheyung-ah

V: Right! enfp

💜: 우리뿅아리 괜찮은거 맞지? ㅠㅠㅠㅜ

V: 그 뿅아리 하늘 7시간 보고있다던데 오늘 하늘 이뻤음😊 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683423815766738)

💜: Our baby chick is doing okay, right? ㅠㅠㅠㅜ

V: That chick is apparently looking at the sky for 7 hours a day. The sky was pretty today😊

💜: 오빠…클라리넷에 관심 없어요?🥺

V: 너무 관심있어요!.. george lewis (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683423815019985)

💜: Oppa...aren't you interested in the clarinet? 🥺

V: I'm really interested!..george lewis

💜: 재즈에 콘트라베이스는 어때용

V: 더블베이스 좋지요~ (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683424137447592)

💜: How about the contrabass in jazz?

V: Yeah the doublebass is great~

💜: 스파링 복싱은 언제 하실 건가요????

V: 했어요~ 이미 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683424708219912)

💜: When are you going to do boxing sparring?

V: I did it~already

💜: 콘트라베이스도 멋있네요

V: double! not contra! (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683424707281023)

💜: The contrabass is cool too

V: double! not contra!

💜: 오빠 아직도 요가 해요?

V: 요가를 했었나요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683425480335049)

💜: Oppa do you still do yoga?

V: Did I ever do yoga

💜: 태형이두 태형이가 만든 가방 가지고 잇어? 난 맨날 갖고 다닌다 헤헿

V: 저 지금은 3개 남은거 같은데 주변이 좋아해줘서 받았었어요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683425564554635)

💜: Do you have the bag you made too? I take it around with me all the time hehe

V: I think I have about 3 left now, people I know liked them so they got them

💜: 태 당신은 "john coltrane" 들으십니까? 요즘 그의 말을 많이 듣고 있다,,    

V: 빠빠밤밤 빠바바밤 빠빠바밤 빠바바밤 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683425716198554)

💜: Tae, do you listen to "john coltrane"? I'm listening to his words a lot these days,,    

V: papabambam pabababam papababam pabababam

💜: 더블베이스 (o) 콘트라베이스(×) 태태덕에 배웁니다

V: 학생때 잡지식🥲 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683426130060825)

💜: Doublebass (o) Contrabass(×) I learnt this thanks to Taetae

V: Random knowledge from when I was a student 🥲

(T/N: The picture is a screenshot of a post explaining the difference between the doublebass and contrabass.)

💜: 태형이님 뮤트 보스턴백은 지인들에게 선물하셨나요???..💜💜😅

V: 넵 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683425857622238)

💜: Taehyungie-nim, you gifted the Mute Boston Bag to your acquaintances???..💜💜😅

V: Yup

💜: 답글은 포기할테니 그냥 인스타 스토리 삭제만 하지마라다오 태형아...

V: 저도 안하고 싶은데 들어가면 뭐 하나라도 새롭게 바꾸고 싶기도하고 올릴껀없고.. 삭제버튼은 있으니 삭제🥲 별 의미가 없긴한데 ㅋㅋ 싫으면 삭제 안해보도록 노력할게요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683426281741863)

💜: I'm going to give up on trying to get a reply but please just don't delete your Insta stories Taheyung-ah...

V: I don't want to either but whenever I go on the app I feel like changing something but then I don't have anything to post..the delete button is right there so I just delete, it doesn't really mean much lolol If you don't like it, I'll try not to delete

💜: 태현씨, 플루트에 관심이 있으세요?

V: 아녀 V: 아직은?? V: 듣는건 너무 좋죠 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683426745741080)

💜: Taehyung-ssi, do you have any interest in the flute?

V: No V: Not yet?? V: I do like listening to it

💜: 나 이제 입덕해서 동접해본거 처음이야 태형아 어짜피 안보겠지만 정말 응원하고 사랑해💜 어떡해!!! 심장 터질거같아!!!!!! ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

V: 새해 복 많이 받으세요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683426745327042)

💜: For the first time since I became a fan, I'm online at the same time as you Taheyungie, you're not going to see this anyway but I love you and I'm cheering you on💜 Oh gosh!!! I feel like my heart's going to explode!!!!!! ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

V: Happy new year

💜: 하프 좋아하세요? 이건 내가 제일 좋아하는 작품 중 하나야 💜🥺

V: 하프 1번이요 2번이요? V: 둘다? V: 몰라요 지금 들어보는중☺ (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683427078844873)

💜: Do you like the harp? This is one of my favourite pieces 💜🥺☀️

V: Is the harp the first or the second? V: Both? V: I don't know, I'm listening to it now☺

💜: 이 화가를 아시나요 Art Farmer? 🥺그는 내가 가장 좋아하는 재즈 트럼펫 연주자 중 한 명이다 🥺🥺💜💜

V: Elly, thank you so much I love the song you recommended I'll listen to it well☺☺☺ V: like the movies-laufey I've been listening to this song lately I hope you like it💜 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683427302967384)

💜: Do you know this artist, Art Farmer?🥺He's one of my favourite Jazz trumpet players🥺🥺💜💜

V: Elly, thank you so much I love the song you recommended I'll listen to it well☺☺☺ V: like the movies-laufey I've been listening to this song lately I hope you like it💜

💜: ㅋㅋ 태형이는 밥 먹었습니까?

V: 저 뱌터리 2퍼라 이제 곧 꺼져서 인사하러왔네요 다들 놀아주셔서 감사하고 또 놀아요 수고😊

V: 다들 제가 댓글안달아도 다른 글들 많이 댓글 달아주세요 (https://weverse.io/bts/feed/1683430910410348)

💜: haha has Taehyungie eaten?

V: My battery's at 2% and it's going to turn off soon so I've come to say bye, thank you for having fun with me, everyone, let's do it again, bye😊

V: Even if I don't comment, you all please leave a lot of comments on other posts

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Suga's Comment 💬 on Jimin's Post ❇️

JM: 여러분 걱정 많으셨죠? 저 잘 회복하고 있어요 !😊

S: 맹장 선배로서 이해한다 (https://weverse.io/bts/artist/1683265165593408)

JM: You really got worried, didn't you, everyone? I'm recovering well! 😊

S: As your senior in terms of appendicitis, I get it

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#220204 #v #taehyung #jimin #suga #yoongi #weverse #comment #post #bts #bangtan

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

So Far Away (part 3)

Part 8 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Reader x BTS

Summary: Everyone finally makes up... kind of...

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, some triggering PTSD episodes

Tags: @calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup , @lindsayjoy444, @fairygirl18​, @black-rose-29​

AN: The last part of the first part of the series. GOT7 are not a band in this btw. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist and what you think of the series so far :) I purple you guys!

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Y/N POV:

My knees felt weak and my palms were sweating. I knew Yoongi could feel it as he held tightly onto my hand, quickly walking us through the park towards the exit. His jaw was set in determination, his grip on my hand borderline painful, but I knew it was because he was scared... I was too. 

If He had managed to find out where I was, I was never going to be safe. I knew I needed to tell someone, but who would believe me. I had no proof, and the bruises and cuts He had left on me had faded. 

We arrived at the van that was waiting outside for us and Yoongi helped me in before settling near the back. He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist. My heart was racing. I knew he could feel it under his arms.

My stomach churned as I let my thoughts run away with me. What if He finally got to me and took me back to His house and never let me leave or have contact with anyone? What if He actually killed me this time? What if I killed myself? I wasn’t going to be strong enough to make it through. 

“Jagiya, your heart is racing. You need to calm down.” Yoongi said gently. I shifted in his lap so I was sitting sideways. I rested my head on his chest as I sighed, playing with my fingers.

“I’m scared, Yoon.” I whispered. “I don’t think I’ll be able handle it again if He takes me. I really don’t.” I felt him stiffen underneath me, knowing that he knew what I was talking about. 

“Don’t say that.” Yoongi said, stroking my back. “Please, don’t say that.” He sighed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You are the strongest woman I have ever met. You will get through this. And even if he does take you, which he won’t, I will not sleep until I have you back in my arms again.” He vowed. “But that will never happen because he will not be able to get near you. I promise.”

I smiled faintly at him and leaned against his chest. “Just don’t let me go.” I said.

“Never.” Yoongi said. “I love you. I will never let you go.” A small smile crept onto my face as he froze, realizing what he had just said.

“Yoongi oppa,” I said, taking his face in my hands. “I love you too.” I leaned up and kissed his lips gently. “Thank you.” He tilted his head at me in confusion. “Thank you for taking me in and not rejecting me. Not all people like you would have done that for someone like me.”

“I love you, so much.” Yoongi said. “And I think I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you and felt our bond. And I’m not saying that because of it. I’m saying that because you made me feel the same way I do with the members. You make me smile and laugh, which is hard for some people to do. It feels like you complete me.”

“You complete me too. All seven of you.” I replied as the door to the van opened, making me jump and freeze.

“Hyung? Are you here?” Jimin called as he hopped into the van.

“Yeah, we’re here, pretty boy.” Yoongi called back, nuzzling his face into my neck. “Did you round up everyone?”

“Yes, they’re all here.” Jimin replied, making me look at Yoongi.

“All of them?” I asked feeling even more scared. I could not face Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung right now. Not at all.

“It’s okay. They’re all sorry for what they did. I still haven’t forgiven them though.” Yoongi replied. I nodded slowly and rolled my eyes at him.

“Of course you haven’t.” I murmured, making him tickle my sides.

“Yah, what do you mean by that, hmm, baby girl?” He said, his dialect very strong.

“I mean that you haven’t forgiven them because you’re stubborn and want to make them work for your forgiveness. You forget I know you very well, Min Yoongi.” I replied, touching my finger to his nose. I turned as Jimin approached and sat next to us as the others all found their seats in the front two rows.

“Hey my beautiful princess. You okay?” Jimin asked, leaning down and pecking my lips as he pushed my hair out of my face.

“Yeah, I guess so.” I replied, taking his hand in mine. “I just want a quiet night in with lots of cuddles and some movies. Oh, and lots and lots of ice cream.” I requested.

“That we can do. But first, you have to speak to Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung and sort everything out. They are also your soulmates.” Jimin bargained. I pursed my lips slightly, looking up at Yoongi who nodded.

“Okay.” I agreed. “But I don’t want a massive argument.”

“There won’t be.” Yoongi reassured me. “Is everyone here now?”

“I think so, hyung. Is my carrot okay?” Jungkook called from near the front of the van where he was snuggled next to Namjoon. Hoseok and Jin were with Taehyung near the middle.

“Carrot?” Yoongi frowned, looking at me. I whined and covered my face with my hands, not wanting to have this conversation right now.

“I’ll tell you later.” I replied making him nod and peck my cheek. “Yeah, I’m fine Kookie oppa.” I called back, making him flash me his bunny smile before he settled back in his seat.

After a half an hour drive, we arrived back to Yoongi’s apartment. Home. Yoongi helped me out of the van and together we walked up to his apartment quickly while the others gathered their things.

“Get changed into something comfy.” He said gently. “Do you want to order takeout?” I nodded as I rifled through my drawers to find some sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Yoongi oppa, can I have a hoodie please?” I asked, beginning to undress myself. He hummed and nodded, walking to his closet and grabbing one out.

“Okay, when I bought you that set, I knew it would look good, but fuck, jagiya.” He groaned when he turned around to pass me his black hoodie that had the word ‘Damn’ written on the front. I flushed red and moved to pull on my sweatpants, but he moved forward and grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Just let me look at you.” He said, holding onto my waist. His eyes travelled down my body hungrily.

“Yoongi...” I whined as he leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my sternum. “We have other people here. We can’t. Not right now.”

“I know.” He said, his forehead resting against my chest. I ran my hands through his hair, the smell of his shampoo and cologne reaching my nose.

“So can you let me get changed please? I don’t really fancy having this conversation in my underwear.”

“It’s so sexy though.” Yoongi huffed. He pulled away from me. “Get changed, quickly, because I don’t know how much longer I will be able to control myself.” I quickly pulled on the hoodie and sweatpants and we left the bedroom and entered the living room.

Hoseok and Jimin were cuddled together on the armchair while Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook were sprawled over each other on one of the sofas. Taehyung was lying across the other one, his eyes closed and foot moving to the beat of the music playing on the TV. Yoongi cleared his throat, making Taehyung sit up straight and Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook pay attention and look at us.

“I think three of you here have something to say.” Yoongi said slowly, making Namjoon, Hoseok and Taehyung hang their heads in shame. 

Jimin stood up off Hoseok’s lap and approached me, kissing my lips gently. “I’ll see you soon, okay.” He said softly. “Kook, Jin hyung, let’s go. Give them some space.” Jin and Jungkook stood up and followed Jimin out of the room, dropping swift kisses to my lips.

“So...” Namjoon said awkwardly as Yoongi sat down on the armchair, pulling me onto his lap. “We’re your soulmates, then.” He said slowly.

“That does change anything you said about her, Namjoon ah.” Yoongi said sternly. “Properly apologize, the three of you.”

Much to my surprise, it was Taehyung who spoke first. “Y/N-ssi, I should be the first to apologize. It was me who told Yoongi hyung to reject you when I found out. I know now that that was unacceptable for me to do and it was not my place to make that decision, but I was just scared and jealous. Scared that Yoongi finding you would throw off our entire relationship dynamic and jealous that he would most likely spend more time with you than me. I’m so sorry that I made you feel like an outsider. I understand if you can’t forgive me. What I have done and said is inexcusable.” He said, dropping to his knees in front of me.

“I-” I looked at Yoongi, who gave me a comforting smile and rubbed my hip. I did feel bad for Taehyung; it was me who took Yoongi away from him, but he could have voiced his feelings earlier and we wouldn’t be in this mess. “I accept your apology, Taehyung-ssi, but what you said about not only me but also Yoongi is something that I cannot forgive that easily. But I am willing to get to know you and spend time with you while I take the time I need to fully process what has been said and done.” I said slowly.

“I understand. Thank you.” Taehyung smiled and returned back to his seat. 

“I’m sorry that I made you feel scared and unwanted.” Namjoon spoke up.

“And me too.” Hoseok agreed. “We were both being selfish and unwilling to give you a chance.”

“And we were protecting Taehyungie.” Namjoon added. “We didn’t know if you would be a saesang or not. We wanted to make sure everyone was safe. But we know now we should have given you a chance and that is something we both really regret.”

I nodded and hummed. “But if you were scared of me being a saesang, why would you let Yoongi be alone with me?”

Namjoon and Hoseok looked at each other before turning back to face me. “Yoongi was adamant that you weren’t, so we thought it would be best to allow him to spend some time with you and if you turned out to be a saesang, then...” Namjoon trailed off and hung his head, not making eye contact with Yoongi. 

“Then what, Namjoon?” Yoongi asked carefully, his voice laced with a slight hint of venom. I could tell Yoongi had not heard this part of their story before.

“Then we hoped it would have taught you the lesson that you should listen to us.” Namjoon admitted. “Yoongi hyung, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I was just angry.”

“Angry enough that you would allow me to be hurt if it came to it?” Yoongi was seething. “And just to think I was starting to forgive you both.” He gently pushed me off his lap and stood up, stalking over to Namjoon. “How could you ever think of doing that to not only one of your best friends, but also your boyfriend!” He yelled and raised his hand over his head, making me flinch.

Jimin POV:

We were listening in on the conversation just to know how it was going. We could hear voices starting to become slightly raised, so I was ready to go out there and take Y/N away so she wouldn’t begin to have any flashbacks to what had happened to her. I moved out of the door to watch her carefully and see how she was acting and reacting to everything.

I watched as Yoongi pushed her off his lap to walk over to Namjoon. I could tell he was about to yell and I knew that was one of the things that could potentially set Y/N off. 

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asked me in a hushed whisper. 

“There’s about to be an argument and Y/N will not be able to handle the yelling.” I replied, walking further away from the door. And that was when Yoongi shouted, and raised his hand over his head, and Y/N, my sweet, beautiful princess, flinched away from him. “Shit.” I said under my breath and quickly made my way into the living room. “Come on, princess.” I said, wrapping my arms around her and leading her away from the argument. 

“Where are you taking her?” Yoongi asked, turning around, his eyes flaming with anger.

“You’re scaring her.” I said shortly, taking her to one of the bedrooms to calm her down. “You can come and see her once you have calmed down.” I looked over my shoulder and saw Taehyung curled up on the sofa, his hands over his ears. He hated it when people shouted in anger and he would only resort to it himself if he really had to. “Taehyungie, come on.” I said softly, holding out my hand to him. He looked up and almost ran over to me, taking hold of my hand like it was his lifeline.

When I turned to look at Yoongi, I saw his eyes filled with guilt. “Y/N, jagiya, please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” He reached out to touch her but she flinched away from him again, making him take a step backwards and cover his mouth, regret filling him.

“You can come and speak to her once you have properly calmed down and thought about what you were going to say.” I said coldly. “Sort this out first.” I gestured between him and Namjoon. “I’ve got you princess.” I whispered in her ear as I lead them both to the bedroom.

Jin looked up when we entered the bedroom, noticing Taehyung’s tear-stained face, and Y/N’s blank stare. “What the hell happened?” He asked, his eyes glancing between the two of them worriedly.

“Yoongi shouted.” I replied.

“Shit. Tae baby, come here, come to hyungie.” Jin said, opening his arms. Taehyung let out a choked sob before hurling himself towards Jin, dissolving into tears. Jin began to calm him down as Jungkook and I tried to break Y/N out of her own mind.

“Princess, you’re okay. You’re safe.” I said as I sat down on the bed, sitting her down between me and Jungkook. She was silent and remained staring into space.

“Carrot?” Jungkook pushed her hair out of her face. “Jimin hyung, she’s saying something.” He said, noticing her lips were moving.

“Princess, what are you saying?” I asked gently. All of a sudden, she screamed and began to cover her face with her hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.” She begged as she sobbed.

“Princess, you’re okay.” I said again. “Listen to my voice. You’re here with me, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. We’re all here for you. We will keep you safe.” I said. “Come back to us. Please. I can’t bear to see you hurting.”

“It’s not working.” Jungkook said, panic filling his eyes. “What should we do now?”

“Ummm...” I wasn’t sure what to do. I racked my brain, trying to remember if Yoongi had told me something about how she would calm herself down. “She used to dance to calm herself, but she can’t do that now.”

“Sing to her, hyung!” Jungkook said as he got the idea. “Let’s sing to her.”

Y/N POV:

I was back in His house. No, this was not possible. I had left him. I was with Yoongi now. Unless... that was all a dream. A nice, peaceful, cruel dream. It must have been. Why would an idol like him be soulmates with someone as broken as me? Why would I be lucky enough to have seven soulmates? I looked down at myself. I was wearing a familiar red cocktail dress. He was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah I knew that dress would look beautiful on you.” A voice came from behind me, making me jump. I gulped as I turned around and saw Him stood in front of me. He scoffed. “Is that how you greet your boyfriend on your anniversary party?” He asked. He moved closer to me and raised his hand to slap me across the face. “Now, greet me properly, you dumb bitch.”

“Happy anniversary, Jackson.” I said quietly. He grabbed hold of my jaw, his fingers digging in hard. 

“Hmm, happy anniversary to you too.” He kissed me, instantly slipping his tongue into my mouth. “Now go and greet our guests and offer them some refreshments.” He ordered, smacking my ass. I nodded and left the room to go to the kitchen, grabbing the tray with the champagne flutes.

I walked over to the first group of people, realizing them to be some of Jackson’s friends from work. “Hello, thank you so much for coming.” I said with a smile. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“Ah, hello darling. Thank you for the invite.” One of his colleagues, Yugyeom, said with a smile. “Happy anniversary to you and Jackson. He was very excited about your present today.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be a very good present.” I smiled, as they all took a glass. “I’ll see you all later at dinner.” I bowed as I walked away to the next group of people. Soon the glasses of champagne were replaced with red wine as dinner loomed nearer. 

“Y/N, come here a second.” Jackson called me over. I carefully walked over, ensuring I did not trip and spill the red wine on anything otherwise it would stain and Jackson would get mad at me. “Is the dinner ready to be served yet?”

“The cook said it would be another five minutes. They are just plating everything. They’ll come and ring the bell when it’s time for everyone to be seated.” Just after I spoke, one of the cooks came out and rang the bell, indicating it was time to eat. “It’s ready now, I guess.”

“I didn’t realize.” Jackson rolled his eyes and pushed past me, causing me to spill the red wine all over his white suit jacket. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Jackson, it was an accident.” I said quickly. He grabbed hold of my wrist and squeezed tightly.

“You will put down that tray and then follow me upstairs. Say you are going to help me with my jacket if anyone asks.” He said slowly, his eyes blazing with anger. I nodded timidly and set down the tray, following him out of the room.

Upstairs, he took off his jacket and turned to face me, clicking his knuckles as he tilted his head to the side, watching me like I was his prey. My heart began to hammer in my chest as I glanced up at him.

“I didn’t say you could look at me.” He said, making me look down at my feet. “Get on your knees you little bitch and apologize for ruining my expensive suit!” He shouted, shoving me down.

“I’m sorry for spilling wine on your jacket, Jackson, I am clumsy and lost my footing on the way back to the kitchen. I will make sure it never happens again. Please don’t hurt me.”

“You’re damn right it won’t.” He said. “Now...” I heard his belt unbuckle and him pull out through the loops in his trousers. “You’re going to take your punishment and then you’re going to stay up here. You don’t deserve to eat. You need to earn it.” I heard him fold the belt and felt him pull down the straps of my dress. 

I yelped as the belt hit my shoulder. He was holding it with the buckle in his hand, but I knew that would change. There was another hit, and then another. He continued until I was begging him to stop.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me.” I cried. He just scoffed and paused while he readjusted his grip before hitting me again, this time with the belt buckle. I felt it rip my skin open as it made contact and felt the hot blood trickle down my back. He hit me another ten times before he threw the belt on the bed and knelt down in front of me.

“Now, stay up here and don’t make a sound. I’m going to lock the door behind me so you don’t even try to get out.” He grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me up, making me cry out in pain. “Go do whatever you want with yourself. I don’t care.” He threw me into the corner of the room, leaving me crying and broken. I curled up in the corner, letting the tears roll down my face. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer in this environment. I had to try and get out, whether that be I run away or end everything. 

Why did my mind have to grace me with such a cruel yet calming dream? Why could I not be there? I knew that was how I was supposed to be treated in a relationship, but there was the fear of no one wanting me ever again with all my emotional baggage.

I let my brain drift away and shut down slightly to drown out the pain of the wounds on my back. I could hear faint voices, singing one of my favorite songs that would calm me down.

허공을 떠도는 작은 먼지처럼, 작은 먼지처럼 날리는 눈이 나라면 조금 더 빨리 네게 닿을 수 있을 텐데

눈꽃이 떨어져요 또 조금씩 멀어져요 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 보고 싶다 (보고 싶다) 얼마나 기다려야 또 몇 밤을 더 새워야 널 보게 될까 (널 보게 될까) 만나게 될까 (만나게 될까, ooh-ooh-ooh)

추운 겨울 끝을 지나 다시 봄날이 올 때까지 꽃 피울 때까지 그곳에 좀 더 머물러줘, 머물러줘

Translation:

Like the tiny dust, tiny dust floating in the air Will I get to you a little faster If I was the snow in the air

Snowflakes fall down And get farther away little by little I miss you (I miss you) I miss you (I miss you) How long do I have to wait And how many sleepless nights do I have to spend To see you (to see you) To meet you (to meet you)

Passing by the edge of the cold winter Until the days of spring Until the days of flower blossoms Please stay, please stay there a little longer

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” I heard someone call out to me. It sounded like Jimin. Was my brain really tricking me again?

“It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.” I murmured to myself.

“No, princess, this is real. We are real.” Jimin said gently. “Come on, come back to me. To us. You’re stuck inside your mind. Just listen to my voice.” I could feel a hand on my shoulder and voices talking to me. My vision began to become fuzzy and then clear. I was back in Yoongi’s apartment. This was real. That was just a memory. A horrible memory.

“Jimin.” I cried out before dissolving into tears in his arms. “It was him. It was Jackson. I was back with him. I didn’t mean to spill the wine. It was an accident.”

He pulled me onto his lap. “You are okay. You’re safe. I’m here with you. Jungkook is here with you. Jin is here with you. Taehyung is here with you. We’re all here with you.” He rocked me gently from side to side, his hands rubbing a soothing rhythm on my back.

“Please don’t let him hurt me again.” I sobbed.

“Hey, shh, don’t cry, princess.” Jimin said, his voice cracking slightly. Was he crying? “I can’t stand it when you cry.” He admitted. “It breaks my heart.”

“Sweetheart, can you tell us what happened?” Jin asked, taking hold of my hand.

“I...” I sniffed, rubbing my eyes. “I’m not sure what happened. All I know is Yoongi raised his voice and made an action like he was about to hit something and then I was back there.” I took a deep breath to try and calm myself down. “It was strange. It was like I was reliving the past with no memory of what happened during that time, but I remembered all of you. I thought this was all just a dream.”

“This is not a dream.” Taehyung said gently, still keeping his distance. “But I’m slightly confused. Who’s Jackson?”

“Jackson is my abusive ex who I had run away from the night I met Yoongi.” I replied. “I don’t really like to talk about him because he caused some of the darkest moments in my life.”

“He sounds horrible. I’m glad you got away and found us.” Taehyung said.

I smiled at him. “I’m glad too.” I turned to look at Jungkook who was sat facing the wall. “Koo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Jungkook said, wiping his eyes quickly with his sleeve.

“No, you’re not.” I got off of Jimin’s lap and knelt down in front of him. “Why are you crying?”

“I was scared we had lost you. I was scared you had gone to a really dark place and were not going to be able to get out of it. It was so painful to watch.” He said quietly. “But you’re okay now, so I’ll be okay too.” He leaned down and kissed my lips gently. “I’ll always be okay if you are okay.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. I turned and saw Taehyung stood there awkwardly still. It was strange. I looked at him and in that moment I understood why he had said everything he had said. He was just scared and wasn’t sure how to deal with it, like I was. He dealt with his fear in a way he saw best, as did I, even if we were both wrong. “Tae.”

He looked at me and hummed. “What’s wrong? Do you guys need some privacy because I can go if you need me to.”

“No, Tae, I just wanted to say that I forgive you. I understand why you did what you did. You were like me, sort of. We were both scared of the situations we found ourselves in and the ways we dealt with it, no matter how bad they seem now, were what we thought was right at the time.”

“Do you... do you mean that?” He asked. I nodded, causing a boxy smile to form on his face. “Thank you. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever!” He pulled me into a hug, his tall frame completely enveloping mine.

“I think you have a few other competitors for that title.” I laughed, making him shrug.

“I don’t see them as competition.” There was a knock at the door, making us move apart.

“Who is it?” Jin called.

“It’s Yoongi. Can I come in? Please, I need to see her.” I heard Yoongi’s muffled voice say from behind the door. Jimin looked over to me. I looked between him and the door, trying to decide what to do. 

“I...” I trailed off. He did shout at me and cause me to have a flashback for the first time, but that was not his fault. “Let him in.”

“Are you sure, darling?” Taehyung asked. I nodded. 

“I have you four, don’t I?” I said. “My four protectors.”

“Your four protectors.” Taehyung confirmed, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on the top of my head. I sat down on the bed and Jimin looked at me once more before opening the door.

“Princess.” Yoongi came over to me and knelt in front of me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you scared. I honestly didn’t know.” He said. His eyes were red and puffy. I could tell he had been crying.

“You caused her to have a flashback, Yoongi hyung.” Jimin said curtly.

“No.” Yoongi sat down on the floor in shock. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m such a terrible boyfriend. You should just reject me as your soulmate right now.” I looked at the other four, silently telling them to leave us alone. Jimin looked unsure, but allowed Taehyung to pull him out of the room.

“Yoongi, it was a mistake. You couldn’t have known. Even I didn’t know.” I said. “This is not your fault. It’s mine for having such a broken mind that it can’t even deal with a simple argument.” Yoongi looked up at me with a frown.

“Don’t you ever, ever say it is your fault. None of this is your fault. Don’t you ever say that, jagiya.” He said sternly, holding my hands.

“I forgive you, Yoon.” I said gently. “I will always forgive you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, jagiya. I’m so sorry.” He said, leaning up to connect our lips.

“Where are Hoseok and Namjoon?” I asked.

“I sent them off to get pizza and lots and lots of snacks.” He said. “You said you wanted a movie night, and so I’m going to give you the best movie night ever.” He flashed his gummy smile at me, making me fall in love with him even more, and feel the safest I have ever felt in my life. All of them did.

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paws of paradise - chapter 2 {bangtan ot7 x reader}

hi everybody! sorry for the inactivity but idek how to do a schedule ever. i think that maybe once a week is what i'm shooting for, but i honestly have no plot and im making it up as i go!

as per usual, i'd appreciate comments, thoughts, suggests, anons, anything! have a great day!

~silver~

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“Shit.” (Y/N) whispered. Not only were there two new dogs today, but Jimin also couldn’t make it to help with walking today.

Kim Yeontan and Jeon Gureum had joined the roster of new regulars, and while she appreciated the support of her business in the bustling city, she couldn’t help but stress over the fact that so many people were becoming dependent on her.

This was the busiest day she had seen ever since she had packed from her old home in a small countryside town. As the small town stereotype goes, everybody knew everybody in her hometown. She was mostly known for being a farmer’s daughter and having a preference for animals over humans.

After spending most of her teenage years hanging out in barns of cows, horses, goats, and other farm animals, she had realized her passion was helping and caring for them.

At the same time, (Y/N) was bored of her small-town life and wanted to experience the hustle that city life promised. She could have easily gotten a grooming job somewhere in the country but decided that it would be best for her to move to Seoul.

She had never once regretted her decision, but that does not mean it was easy for (Y/N) in any way. Buying a shop, getting certified to groom, remodeling her shop, finding an affordable apartment, and getting a small job before her shop opened were just a few struggles she had fought through.

“You little- c’mon Gureum! I have yummy treats!! Mmmmmmm come get some.” (Y/N) baby talked to the small white dog. He seemed to laugh in her face as it turned around and continued to jump around Yeontan and another larger dog that she forgot the name of.

Gureum seemed to instigate the most trouble out of all the dogs she had met. She would always find the “dynamic duo” (Jimin’s nickname for Gureum and Yeontan) prancing around the other dogs and creating chaos. Yeontan would usually stop when told but would be roped back in by Gureum to run around and bark wildly.

“Gureum! C’mere boy,” a new voice called from behind (Y/N). Apparently, somebody had come into the back of the shop and she didn’t even hear the bell.

She let out a small shriek as he rushed past her legs and made her lose her balance. She desperately tried to regain her balance but unfortunately fell backward. She closed her eyes to brace for the ass flattening she would receive but was only met with a firm chest and bulging arms wrapping around her quickly.

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay Noona?!” the young boyish-faced with the largest build she had seen called out to her.

(Y/N) looked up at the boy with bunny teeth and quickly pushed herself up and off his chest. “AH! Yes! I am all good now,” she chuckled awkwardly. “Um, how did you get back here?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you! I thought you’d heard the bell in the front but then I saw you struggling with him so I thought I would help a little.”

“Is Gureumie yours?”

The boy bashfully ducked his head as he leaned down to pet the calmest version of the white dog the girl had ever seen. “Ah, yeah. My hyungs say that he and I are kinda similar but I don't see it… Anyways, they also told me that you are the best groomer around, and from how he looks now, I think I’ll be here more often.”

“Wow… Thank you, and tell your hyungs thanks too! What’s your name so I can log him out?” (Y/N) was so excited to hear people giving her small shop good reviews. It meant that all her hard work actually meant something.

“I’m Jeon Jeongguk, and I’ll let Namjoon hyung and Seokjin hyung know. They’ll be happy you thought of them too.” he smiled brightly and picked his still wiggly dog up.

“Have a great day! Hope to see you soon.” (Y/N) smiled at Jeongguk as he walked out of the shop. She walked into the back only to see Yeontan jumping up on Jimin.

“Jimin! I thought you were busy today- and how’d you get in?” (Y/N) grinned at her coworker. She felt her cheeks warm and her heart beat a little faster now that he was here, but she brushed it off as soon as Jimin responded.

“The back door is always opened, like usual. And I still am but I just wanted to stop by… check-in and make sure you’re doing alright?” Jimin started somewhat nervously. (Y/N) giggled a little bit as she stood a little closer in order to pet the dog in Jimin’s arms.

“Well, Jimin, I am doing very well right now. In fact, I walked all the dogs AND finished the appointments scheduled so far. Maybe you need to step up your game on dog walking.” (Y/N) teased lightly.

Jimin scoffed, “Oh please, you wouldn’t have hired me if you didn’t need to. Admit it, you need me to be here.”

This statement made (Y/N) freeze up a little. He was her first friend that she had met in Seoul, and thanks to him, she was able to achieve everything she had wanted and more. The girl softened a little bit and looked up into Jimin’s eyes.

“You’re right. I really appreciate all that you’ve done for me. Thank you so, so much.” she expressed her gratitude gently.

Jimin seemed to fluster at this, not expecting a genuine response from his coworker as he stuttered and stumbled to find new words. Luckily for the blushing man, the tinkling bell sounded from the front of the store.

“Hello, welcome to Paradise Pet Groomers, what can I do for you two?” (Y/N) politely asked the men as she walked out of the backroom. “Ah, Yoongi-ssi, good to see you!”

“Likewise.” the stoic man responded. He had Holly on a leash as his dog smelled the second man who walked in with another incredibly handsome man. His face seemed to be perfectly chiseled and he seemed to be a few inches taller than Yoongi standing next to him.

“Hi, Taehyung-ssi. Jimin will be right out with Yeontannie. And Yoongi-ssi, I’ll grab Holly now if you’d tell me what sort of cut you’d like for him.” (Y/N) smoothly managed the two customers.

“Taehyungie!” Jimin shouted as he ran out from the back with Yeontan. Taehyung greeted him back just as excited, and (Y/N) couldn’t help the twists of jealousy that ran through her veins as they seemed so happy to see each other. Despite that, she forced a grin on her face to turn back to Yoongi, who had brought him back into the grooming area.

“Just do the same cut as last time, please. Holly looked good like that.” Yoongi’s deep voice grumbled as he bent down to say goodbye. He let out a few small high-pitched squeals as (Y/N) watched through the window as Jimin and Taehyung were hugging.

Fuck. That should not have made her feel as angry as it did. Yoongi seemed to notice the tension that entered the air as he cleared his throat.

“Oh- sorry. Holly’s cut should only take about an hour and a half, so we’ll see you soon!” (Y/N) tried to crush the bitterness in her voice, but it was useless. Yoongi had to have noticed it, but he didn’t say anything. All he said was, “See you soon, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) took in a strained deep breath, and picked up Holly just as Jimin’s blushing face entered through the back again.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to stay longer, but-”

“It’s fine. See you later Jimin.” (Y/N) cut him off shortly. Jimin’s eyebrows raised as he began to wonder what had happened when he was talking to- he blushed a little bit more thinking of Taehyung.

“Did Yoongi say anything? Are you alright…?” Jimin asked tentatively.

“No! I-I’m fine. Sorry to worry you, but you should get going. Don’t wanna be late to wherever you’re going.” Jimin’s shocked face hurt (Y/N) to look at, so she looked down at Holly and brought him to the baths.

“Oh. Right. I guess I’ll get going then.” Jimin stared at her a bit sadly before he awkwardly walked out the backdoor. “Oh my god Holly what is wrong with me.” (Y/N) said to the small brown poodle. He simply panted happily as she scratched behind his ears as the warm water flowed down his back.

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rumor has it [2/2] • jung hoseok

words — 3K

part one

You took of your shoes, haphazardly kicking them into the shoe rack, pulling off your baby pink sweater as you padded to your room, humming with a gigantic grin on your face.

It wasn't five minutes since you arrived home when a knock sounded on your door. You threw your sweater on the bed, heading to the door.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You called, and the incessant knocking ceased. Probably Minji or Jamie that wants to borrow a book or some paper to print a project. You opened the door, frowning slight when you saw who was on the other side, "Hoseok? Is everything okay?"

"I'm not feeling very gentlemanly right now." He declared before stepping closer, grabbing you by the neck and kissing you until you were breathless, your socked covered toes curling.

"Good night." He said when he pulled away, then added on, "For real this time."

You laughed a little, feeling so ridiculously happy. You wondered if you could combust from it.

"Text me when you get home." You blurted, still catching your breath.

"Promise." He nodded, licking his lips. You leaned forward to peck them one last time. For now.

You laughed again, practically vibrating with giddiness as you closed the door for a second and final time.

***

You liked to think that maybe you would have a boyfriend, in the not so distant future, after that. It's not like you go around kissing any guy you go out on a date with. And yeah, there's been some horrible dates you went on that never went anywhere, but that's a story for another day.

Right now you were more interested in listening to what Hoseok had to say. The two of you were sitting in the Quad, eating lunch together. You warned your friends to pretty please stay away for now because this thing between you and Hoseok was still new and fragile. And maybe you want him to yourself for a little longer but that was none of their business.

"So, the Dance Department is holding its yearly talent show." Hoseok said after swallowing a bit of his chicken and mayo sandwich.

"I heard," You nodded, taking a sip of orange juice. "The whole campus is talking about it."

"I entered and I was wondering if you'd come?" He asked, looking at you nervously. "For me. For, you know, moral support."

"Absolutely." You nodded eagerly, belly fluttering. You liked the fact that Hoseok had invited you to the competition, especially knowing how much dance means to him. "Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure," Hoseok grinned excitedly. "The more, the merrier."

In the three months leading up to the competition, you would scarcely see him during the week with how much he practices but you make up for it by spending most of the weekend together.

You get to know much about Hoseok in the three months that pass. Little things, like how he swears when he gets startled, all of his phobias (spiders, snakes and heights you got, but fear of water was a little bit of a strange one for you, because you're in love with water but it's not like you own a swimming pool so it wouldn't be a problem), his likes (cuddling while watching a movie) and dislikes (watching scary movies at night - or just in general), habits (biting his lip when he concentrates) and hobbies (skateboarding).

Finally, the day of the competition arrived. It was pretty much a full day event, according to Hoseok, because there was the entrance round, which took the most time, quarter finals, semi finals and finals.

You were walking to the hall where the competition would be held with your two best friends, Minji and Jamie. Your arms were linked through each other's. "Thank you guys so much for coming."

"Of course. Where else would we be?" Jamie smiled gently at you.

Minji nodded, then said, "And we've been dying to meet the guy who has finally melted your heart."

"Just behave yourselves." You told them, pointing a finger in warning.

"Who, us?" Minji gasped.

"We're angels." Jamie smirked.

You snorted, looking around for Hoseok. He said that you would all meet out front. "Sure. Whatever makes you sleep at night."

"Hey, Y/N!" Hoseok's voice caught your ears and you turn in the direction you heard it. "Over here!"

A grin breaks out on your face when you see him, a few guys standing with him, and it takes all your will power not to run to him. You didn't even look at anyone else as you walked to him, stopping only when you reached Hoseok. "Hey."

You wanted to kiss him but didn't. PDA isn't something you've discussed yet, and you definitely don't want to be pushed away or make Hoseok uncomfortable.

"Wow, you look . . ." Hoseok breathed, eyes widening when he did a full body sweep of you. You wore a dress for the first time since he's met you, paired with some matching wedges and a little bit of make-up. "Beautiful."

"Thank you." You grinned, feeling your cheeks flush. "You look very handsome." And he did - a low cut white shirt that put his collarbones and little bit of his chest on display, tucked into black, ripped skinny jeans and a pair of white Converse sneakers.

A throat cleared from somewhere around you and both of you snapped out of the little bubble that unknowingly formed around you, the pair of you ignoring the world.

"Right, I should probably introduce you." Hoseok cleared his throat, tossing a glare over his shoulder when one of his friends snickered. "Guys, this is Y/N." He looked at his friends, gesturing at you. Then looked at back at you. "Don't worry if you can't remember all their names today. There's six of them. Okay, this is Namjoon, the best friend I told you about. That is Yoongi-hyung and his best friend Seokjin-hyung. Next to them is Taehyungie and his best friend Jiminie and next to the shorty is his boyfriend Jeongguk."

"I'm not short." Jimin huffed, a hand wrapped around Jeongguk's bicep.

"Of course not, hyung," Jeongguk consoled, patting his head. Then he smirked, "Just vertically challenged."

"Yah, you gigantic brat!" Jimin snarled as he used the hand on Jeongguk's bicep to try and hit him in the back of his head. Clearly this has happened before because Jeongguk expertly ducked away and grabbed Jimin's hand, spinning Jimin until his back was pressed against Jeongguk's chest. Jeongguk wrapped his hands around him a struggling Jimin, smiling as he pressed a kiss against his hair.

"Don't worry about them, they're always like that." Taehyung said with a grin when he noticed the way you looked at them, wide eyed.

"Good to know." You laughed. "Well, it's so nice to meet all of you." You stepped next to Minji and Jamie, who were eyeing all of Hoseok's friends with interest. "And these are my two best friends, Minji and Jamie."

Jamie stepped forward, peering at Hoseok, "It's so nice to meet Y/N's new beau. She hasn't had one since high school."

"Would you shut up?" You hissed, cheeks flaming, as you pulled her back to your side.

"Aww, look. She's blushing. I've never seen her blushing. Not even when looking at pictures of Idols' abs." Minji cooed, laughter and snickering following.

"You two are dead to me." You said with a glare as you went to stand next to Hoseok.

"Hobi-hyung was so excited when he told us you were coming." Jeongguk let know when everyone calmed down.

"I'm happy he asked me, even if it is moral support." You smiled happily, smile widening when Hoseok's hand slipped into yours. Now, hand holding was something you two did a lot.

"Hah!" Seokjin scoffed. "Moral support, my ass. Hoseok doesn't need moral support, he's won this competition since his first year." You could feel your eyes widening, jaw dropping open.

"The other's don't stand a chance." Jimin smirked.

"We're not trying to be mean or anything, but our Hobi-hyung is the best." Taehyung grinned.

"Hey, how come you never told me how good you are?" You huffed, nudging Hoseok's elbow with yours.

"I thought if I told you, you wouldn't come." He admitted, a slight pout on his lips.

"Oh my God, you idiot!" You lightly slapped him on the arm with your free hands. "I would have come either way. I've always wanted to see you dance."

"I'll win for you tonight." Hoseok promised, ignoring the wolf whistles and whipping sounds that came from the direction of your friends after his words.

You just smiled fondly at him, "That's sweet, but you don't have too."

"I want too." He said quietly. "I've never danced for someone other than my friends and family before."

"Okay, fine. I'll cheer for you."

(Hoseok does end up winning first place. And you two end up having a heated make out session in his dressing room afterwards.)

***

A few weeks after the competition, your mom asked you to go and pick up your sister. You don't warn Hoseok beforehand, wanting to surprise him. You hoped it wasn't a bad surprise. This would be the first time you picked up your sister again after the first time you met. You smiled to yourself, thinking how so much has happened since then.

You walked into the studio, making a beeline for Hoseok.

"Hello again, Hoseok-ssi." You greeted with a serious voice. He spun upto you, eyes wide, and you aimed a lazy grin at him, eyes full of mirth.

"Hello Y/N-ssi." His voice was professional but there was an amused twinkle in his eyes as he smiled at you. "It's good to see you again."

"You too." Was all you we able to get out before your sister joyously shouted your name and barreled into your legs. You laughed, crouching down to give her a proper hug. "Hey squirt. How was class?"

"It was sooooo good. Hobi-oppa is a really really good teacher and fun too. We learnt lots of things. Like this." Your sister ended her own ramble as she demonstrated a move that she learnt in class today, looking at Hoseok when she finished moving, silently asking if she did it right. She positively beamed when he nodded, giving her a thumbs up.

"That's awesome." You ruffled her hair. "Why don't you go get your bag before mom gets home before us and reports us missing?" Your sister nods vigorously, before running away. You turn to Hoseok, heart swelling with affection as you immediately catch his eye. "How's she doing?"

"Good," He said, eyes twinkling. "And I'm not just saying that because she has a gorgeous sister that I like very much."

"Ohhh, keep going." You sing-songed with a grin, crossing your arms over your chest, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Hoseok tilts an eyebrow at you, "Isn't it usually the other way around?"

"Yeah, but in this case flattery will get you anywhere." You smirked, enjoying the way his flush deepend from you teasing.

Your little sister appeared by your side, looking between the two of you. Then she announced, "Hobi-oppa, my sister is single, if you're interested."

Hoseok looked away and pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing.

You barely resisted the urge to yank her by the ears as you hissed to her, "Your sister is not single, stop trying to find her a boyfriend. I'm capable of getting one myself."

She gasped, looking at you with wide eyes. "I'm telling mom."

"Mom knows, tattletale." You deadpanned, much to her disappointment. It's true, she knows about you and Hoseok. You sister doesn't. You all decided to keep quiet around the dance school so the other children and their parents can't accuse Hoseok of playing favourites because he's dating you. You also decided not to tell your sister, because you didn't want her to accidentally let it slip out.

The three of you bid your goodbyes, and you and your sister left. You didn't get very far when your phone buzzed.

Hoseok : Not single, huh?

You laugh, practically seeing the happy grin on his face. You two made your relationship official not long after the dance competition and he loves it when you tell people that you're a taken girl. You type a reply with one hand as the other one held onto your sister's.

You: Nope, there's this really great guy that I'm dating.

Hoseok: Luckily guy.

You: I'd like to think we're both lucky.

Hoseok: Sounds fair.

Hoseok: Btw, your ass looked really good in those jeans.

You: Hehe, thanks.

You: You were were rocking the whole soft boyfriend look, btw

"Are you texting your boyfriend?" Your sister asks as she rises on her tiptoes, obviously trying to see on the screen. You make sure to keep it away from her curious eyes.

You smile down at her, "Yeah."

Hoseok: Soft boyfriend look?

"Do you love him?" She asked and you avoided answering her question to answer Hoseok's text, wondering about it. Do you love him?

You: Big t-shirt, sweatpants and barefoot = soft boyfriend look

You: For me, anyway

You: Idk about other people.

The answer came so easily to you. You smiled down at her as you wait for Hoseok to reply. "I think so, yeah."

Hoseok: Ah, gotcha

Hoseok: We still on for tomorrow???

You grinned, butterflies fluttering wildly. Tomorrow evening was Jeongguk's 18th birthday party and you were invited as Hoseok's girlfriend. Apparently it was the formal one - with Jeongguk's family - and then the next evening would be the informal one - with his school friends and Jimin's friends and their friends. You were a little nervous, because only Jeongguk's closest friends was invited to the formal party and while each one could bring a plus one, not everyone did.

At least, that's what Namjoon told you when you ran into him at a coffee shop a few days ago and told him that you'd see him at Jeongguk's party. So, it was kind of a big deal and you were kind of freaking out but mostly, you were excited.

You: Yep, I'll see you there.;)))

The next day, you decided on your nicest clothes, which was the second and last dress you own and a pair pumps.

"You look so cute, I want to eat you." Hoseok had blurted when you opened your dorm room. You raised a brow at him and smiled when he flushed and started back pedalling. "I, uh, um, what I meant to say was-"

"I think you're cute when you scrunch your nose when you don't like something." You cut him off, deciding to have mercy. "Come on in, we still have an hour until we need to go."

He smiled gratefully and you stepped closer to kiss him.

"About what I said just now Hoseok started when you pulled apart, closing the door behind himself.

"There is nothing to explain." You assured him with a gentle smile, heading to your couch.

"No, I need too. I want to be honest with you." He said firmly, but you could tell he was nervous. His shoulders was tensed and it make you feel unsteady. You didn't like that he was distressed. "It's just- I just, I've been thinking about it."

"What, eating me?" You joked, trying to make him relax a little. You looked at him over your shoulder with a teasing smirk, "Sorry, but I'm not into cannibalism."

"Y/N. I'm being serious." His tone made you sober up, turning to him. Hoseok was looking at you, biting his lip, but there was a determined set to his jaw.

"Oh." You felt yourself getting nervous out of nowhere. "Okay. Thinking about what?" You had a good idea what he was thinking about, just not if it was positively or negatively.

Hoseok cleared his throat, looking like he was searching for words before just bracing himself and saying it. "Having sex with you." So, you were right. You will weren't sure if he wanted to tell you that he wants to or not. "I want too." He added on barely a second later for clarification.

Your heart started racing. You blushed a bright red all over - chest, neck, ears, cheeks. You gaped at Hoseok and he waited silently, looking more and more nervous and unsure as each second passed.

You gathered your thoughts and told him the truth.

"Me too." You admitted softly, shyly. "I didn't want to bring it up or push for more during one of our more heated makeout sessions because I wasn't sure what you thought and while I am thinking about it, I'm just not . . ."

Hoseok breath a sigh of relief, so quiet, you almost didn't heard it it. "Not ready yet?"

"Yeah." You nodded. He took his hands in yours, tangling your fingers together.

"I feel the same. Like, in the heat of the moment I want to find out just how flexible you are, but then when I calm down its like something tells me it's not time yet. And that's okay. There's no need to rush. We'll get there." Hoseok said, squeezing your hands, both in comfort and promise.

"Yeah, we will." You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. You kiss him deeply, trying to show him everything you were feeling but couldn't define and put into words yet.

Months later, when both of you are completely ready, it's not just right but it's perfect in that fairytale kind of way you always thought was bullshit but secretly hoped for anyways. Afterwards, when you lay on his chest, looking up at his sleeping face, you breathe those three special words, before falling asleep to the soothing sound of Hoseok's heartbeat.

#bangtan #bangtan fanfic #bts fic #jung hoseok #bts hoseok #bts jhope #jung hoseok x reader #jung hoseok x oc #jung hoseok x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x oc #hoseok x you #hoseok imagine

[chubbyjungkook]

Just a chance

It was a normal day in taehyung's life , he was sitting in the university cafeteria ,scrolling down his phone as he waits for his  childhood best friend to arrive  when he heard a familiar voice calling his name and someone hugging him 

" hey jungkoookie , i was waiting for you " he answer giggling as he ruffled the younger's hair , jungkook sit down next to him as he saw , jungkook's boyfriend , Seokjin sitting down too 

" hey taehyung-ssi how you doing ? " he ask as he place some food they had bought in the cafeteria  for the 3 of them 

"Did you enjoy winter break ? " the younger ask as he started eating some of his food 

" i'm doing fine , i spend the winter break with my family it was nice to see them after so long " he answer as he started drink some juice 

"We went to my parents house also my moms told me that you should come visit soon " he comments with a soft smiled 

They continue talking about their small break and about some thinks about of the new cicle until jungkook decided to ask the older the question that he had been wanting to ask 

" ummm hyung and what happened with minhyuk ? " he asked as he watch the older expression turn serious 

" You know he was an asshole as all the boys I met " he says normally he was used to it . Between them , taehyung at always being in the heavier side and he had been bullied for that in high school , jungkook always defended him , so he was used to people being mean at him

"Fuck " he heard jin sigh " i didnt though he would turn out to be an asshole too , im s- " he was cut back for the excited jungkook"s  voice 

"That's amazing ! " he say as he watch seokjin and taehyung stared at him as he was crazy " i mean  umm im angry that he was an asshole and i wanna hit him so bad but since you are single now , i want you to meet someone " 

" first of all he wasn't my boyfriend we just went to some dates and two , kookie i don't really feel like meeting someone right now " he mumbled softly as he stares as his plate before he glance at jungkook back 

“i know you didn't had good experiences with the guys you had know , hyung ….. but i swear he is a sweetheart please hyung , just give him a chance “ he says softly as he watching him with his cute doe eyes

“i mean taehyung-ah , you know i don't always encourage jungkook when he want to set up dates or things like that but i know jungkook’s friend and he seem like a nice person , you should give him a chance “ he mumbles softly 

“ahg fine , i just do it cause i want you too stopped trying to make me meet people “ it was normal that jungkook try to find him dates , he normally rejected all of his best friend possible option but for the first time Seokjin was also agree with jungkook “ who is it ? “ he ask as he finish his food and take some sips of his juice 

“Park jimin. You remember him right ? we used to hang out with him in middle school“ he watch the older frown softly before he nodded

“yeah i remember jiminnie , he moved abroad right ? “ he mumbled a bit sadly as he remember that jimin was his first crush back then but he never told him because he was shy, jungkook nodded as he take a bite on his sandwich 

“ Yes , he did but when we were in Busan he recognized me . He said he had come back and he is living here in Seoul now and he will start studying here and guess what ? “ he watch taehyung watch him expectantly “ he ask me about you , i show him some pics of you and fuck you should saw him he look completaly whipped , he ask me if maybe you wanted to go on a date  with him “

His cheeks blushed madly at the younger’s words “yah jungkook you might be exaggerating he might just wanted to talk again “ he tried to stay serious even though he wanted to smiled softly 

“i was there so i can tell he was really whipped , anyways if he just wanna talk to you again there might not be any problem “ jin comments calmly as he give one cookie a bite 

Jungkook grabs the older’s phone as he saves Jimin's number on it before handing it back “ there it is !  just message him hyung , no matter what i'm sure he would enjoy going out with you “ the younger smiled softly at him before the bells ring . Jungkook and Seokjin got up as they waved at him before heading to their classrooms , taehyung walk to his classroom as he was considering if he should message jimin 

After classes he was looking for jungkook and jin so they could go home when he saw them making out , he giggled softly as he decided to send a message to jungkook 

                                                                                                                To:♡jungkookie♡ 

 I'm going home , don't worry ;))                   

 i hope you "enjoy " your night                          

  kookie . 

To : taehyungie 🐯

OH FUCK YOU SAW US ?!

I'm sorry hyungie haha and

YES i will enjoy it :)) 

                                                                                                                                                                                    To: ♡jungkookie♡

 Ew, gross i don't wanna know

  that 

To : taehyungie 🐯

Mean :((

Oh yeah , don't forget to message 

Minnie , hyung ! 

See you tomorrow                  

                                                                                                                                                           To:♡jungkookie

Yeah . Don't worry , i will 

See you tomorrow , tell Jin 

hyung not to be too rough

on you i don't wanna hear you

whining all day 

To : taehyungie 🐯

OMG SHUT UP HYUNG 

read at 6.30 

He giggled softly as he headed to the bathroom to take a shower , he changed and laid down on his bed staring at the ceiling wondering if he should message Jimin . He grabs his phone as he sigh 

To : jiminnie-hyung 

 Umm …..jiminnie ? Hi its me 

 Taehyung , jungkookie gave me 

 your number ^^

To : tae- tae 

Oh , hi taehyungie ! Yeah 

Its me jimin :)) 

How are you doing ?      

To : jiminnie hyung 

I'm doing fine and you ?Kookie  

Told me you move back to  seoul

To: tae-tae

Yes i move to seoul 

i really miss korea 

umm well …. i guess jungkookie 

already told you but i wanted to

ask you out 

read at 7.45

Oh fuck , was jimin inviting him to date ?! he never thought his middle school crush ask him out , he could feel his hands trembling as he try to write a coherent answer 

 To: tae-tae

i mean you don't have to

accept if you don't want to 

, taehyungie 

                                   To : jiminnie-hyung

ow , no , really  i want too  

                                                                            To: tae-tae

oh , really ?? 

wanna go out and take lunch

 with me after classes ?

                                                                      To : jiminnie-hyung   

Yeah , its fine for me :)) 

To: tae-tae

okey , i’ll wait for you in the library 

See you tomorrow honey ;) 

 Fuck did jimin just call him honey ?!  he could feel his cheeks blushing at the older’s words as he write his reply 

                                                                                  To : jiminnie-hyung                                                                                                                

 See you tomorrow ,      

  hyung :D

  read at 8.01

He let his phone aside as he stared at the ceiling , he didn't think he had been so excited in his whole life , he tried to sleep but he was just too excited to do that . He was think about the “ date “ ( he wasn't sure to call it a date ) with jimin that he didn't realized he fell asleep 

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He wakes up when he hears his alarm as he turns it off , getting up to choose some clothes he tries to choose some clothes . He ends up wearing some jeans and a hoodie as he walks to the university .

As soon as he arrive he try to look for jungkook in his classroom watching him sitting in the back , he went and sit next to him 

"Someone seems excited ~" Jungkook hummed as he let his phone aside smiling at the older " you message jimin , right ?  Tell me what happened " he mumbled in a excited tone 

"He ask me out and he are gonna have lunch today after classes " he answer with a smile 

Jungkook smile warmly , happy about how happy the older look " you have to tell me about it " he giggled as the teacher enter the classroom 

As the hours pass taehyung was getting more nervous and excited by the end of his classes he walk with jungkook and jin to the library 

"Hyung , calm down i can watch you trembling " he says as he giggle 

" shut up im nervous " he says biting his nails anxiously as they got closer to the library 

" i know but just calm down , everything is gonna be alright " he says in a calm tone as he stop the older from biting his nails 

" well i guess we have go now , good luck with your date taehyung-ah ! " he smile at the younger 

" good luck hyungie , tell me everything after ! " he says as they both leave 

He waits for jimin outside the library , he waits for some minutes and jimin hasn't arrived yet . Did he plant him ? No jimin wasn't like that …… or that what was he hope 

Some he hear some loud footsteps and someone touch his arm 

" taehyungie ? Oh my god i'm sorry for keeping you waiting " he says as he tries to catch his break , since he obviously had runs to there but his voice sound guilty

"Don't worry jiminnie , i didn't wait that long " he answer smiling as calming as he could as they started to head to a restaurant nearby 

" you change a bit since the last time i saw you " jimin mumbled , taehyung's smile drops a bit , he knew the older was referring to his weight and he had expected a comment about it 

" yeah i know i used to be kinda chubby at middle school , now im properly chub- " before he could finish his sentence , he was cut back by the older

" you are even cuter now ~ and you look more mature now , you are really handsome taehyung - ah " he says smiling fondling at him 

He wasn't expecting the older's words and he couldn't hide his noticeable blush in his chubby cheeks 

"Ow i-i thank you .. you are even more handsome than the last time i saw you , i mean you were handsome back there too " he wished he could flirt as good as jimin did , but he saw a small smile in the older's face 

"Aish you are cute " he mumbled as they enter to the restaurant 

The restaurant look nice and cozy , taehyung couldn't believe he had never came there before 

"This place is so nice , jimin ~ " he mumbled softly as they sit down on a table at the back of it 

" i had came here sometimes , i thought you might like it " he smiled softly 

They talk about their lives in this year until the waiter arrives asking them if they were ready to order jimin order kinda fast since he had come there before but taehyung was struggling to choose 

"Want me to help you choose something ? " jimin mumbles softly as he feels him squeezing his hand under the table 

He nodded at him and jimin choose something for him from the menú 

"W-what did you chose ? " he ask curious about what the older order for him 

" i remember you really like spaghetti back in middle school so i order you some ,thats ok for you ? " he ask the last part in a worried tone 

" yeah , i still like pasta so much" he giggles softly 

There was a small silence , it was comfortable for both of them , until jimin had the encourage to break itn

" well the reason why i wanted to ask you out was because i wanted to tell you something …. " the confidence in the older's voice was gone now which made taehyung a bit nervous 

" you need to tell me something ? Oh then go ahead , i'm listening " he smiled softly at him trying to hide his nervousness 

" Okay look , I have liked you for a while now , I could tell you before I move out but I really need to tell you this , Jungkook told me a bit of your bad relationships experiences but c-can you give me a chance taehyung ? If you don't want to then that's ok , we can still be friends right ? "  he feel the older calm down after he finish talking watching him expectantly for an answer 

" wow , are you dumb ? I like you since middle school and i was so obvious that i just thought you didn't like me back " he answer giggling softly making jimin laugh too " and yes i wanna give you a chance " he smiled softly at him 

" fuck thank you so much taehyungie ! " he days with a big smile they talk for a bit before the food arrives 

The waiters place a salad for the older and a huge plate of spaghetti for him , it was bigger than his normal portion of food as he gulp down before he takes a bite of his food , his eyes widened at the amazing taste of it , he hear jimin laughing softly as he give him a glance 

" it tastes good doest it ? Looks like you like it " he says softly as he eat some of his food   

“it tastes so good !” They talk about university and Taehyung talks about his life in seoul until now . They were having a really good time. Taehyung didn't realize he had finished the huge plate of pasta , his cheeks blushed madly as he gave his tummy a glance just realizing how full he felt . The waistband of his jeans were digging painfully into his bloated tummy as he tries to rub his tummy through the pocket of his hoodie try to hold back the urge of burping 

He watch the older’s plate realizing he still had half of his salad there making him blushed at how fast he had finish his food , the older look at him and then at his plate smiling softly at him 

“wanna order some dessert ? there some tasty cakes here , jungkook told me you really like sweet thing “ he giggled softly as he saw taehyung blushed a bit 

“I'm kinda full , hyung … i don't think i can finish it ” he mumbled softly as he rub his tummy softly 

“oh come on you should taste some dessert , if you can finish it then you can take it home , there no problem “ he answer smiling softly at him 

Even to he feel really full , the cake sound tempting , he was really full but he sure can fit some cake there 

“umm okay , some cake sounds good “ he smiled softly at him as he try to choose between all of the good-looking cakes  

“you should choose this one “ the older point at a chocolate cake that look really taste at the pic in the menú “ i think you might like it “ 

he nodded softly “ then i wanna order that one “ he smiled as the older order the cake for him  

After some minutes of waiting , a waiter place a whole cake making taehyung’s eyes widen 

“hyung i think this is a bit too much for me … would you like some ? “ he mumbled as he stared at the tasty chocolate cake 

“i don't like sweet things that much , you don't have to finish it all . Just treat yourself ,cutie “ he giggled softly as he saw taehyung cheeks blush madly 

Taehyung started to dig into the cake , it was the best cake he had ever eaten . They continue talking when his tummy started to hurt a bit , he look down at his plate realizing he had eaten only the half of the cake 

He pressed his fingers against his bloated tummy , feeling how hard it was . He unbuttoned his jeans as discreet as I could , he was glad that he decided to wear a hoodie so it wouldn't be so obvious but what taehyung didn’t know was that jimin was watching him with a small smirk 

“oh , you are almost done with your cake , taehyungie ?   “ he ask the younger with a small smile as he take a sip of his drink 

“ u-uh yeah ….. im really full to be honest , i don't know if i might finish it “ he mumbled as rubs his stuffed tummy 

“ ow i know you can do it taehyungie , you can finish it and be a good boy for hyung , right ?~" he mumbled softly making taehyung shiver softly 

good boy ? he like how that sound coming from jimin’s mouth 

he nodded softly as his cheeks blushed when the older smiled warmly at him . He started to shove some bites of the cake eagerly into his mouth , soon in the place was only left a small part of the cake 

“want me to help you , baby ? “ Taehyung blushed madly as he nodded softly , Jimin got closer to Taehyung grabbing a spoon of cake and feeding him . After some bites he finally finish the cake and he feel like was gonna pop  

Jimin smiled softly at him , giving his tummy some pats before he called the waiter and paid for their meal .

“are you ready to leave ? “ he ask softly as he saw taehyung rubbing his tummy softly , he place one of his hands on the younger’s tummy looking at him for permission when taehyung nodded he started to rubs his tummy 

“ y-yes we can lea-” he was cut back by a blech when the older rubbed circles in the hardest part of taehyung’s tummy concentrating the pressure there , he covered his mouth as his cheeks blushed madly “oh my god , excuse me i'm really full “ 

“don't worry taehyung , it's ok “ he smiled warmly at him as he helped the younger getting up from his site making taehyung whined at how heavy his tummy was . He take taehyung back to his flat , promising that he will take him out to eat more often 

maybe he could get use to it  

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After some months dating Taehyung was more happy and heavier , Jimin always made sure he was well-feed . He would buy him his favorite food and a lot of desserts everytime they would go out 

Jimin ask him to move in with him when they had been dating for 6 months , taehyung excitedly accepted and living with jimin just helped his weight gain , he used to have all the kitchen stoked with greasy food and a lot of sweets , taehyung was a bit shy at the begging to grab anything from there but jimin say he could eat us much as he wanted and it soon became a routine . 

“tae-tae im home ~ “ jimin shouted as he head to their living room finding taehyung lying there around a lot of wrappers and the younger eating a tub of ice cream as he watch some drama in the tv 

“uhm , hi hyungie “ he mumbled softly as he smiled softly at him before he shove some more ice cream into his mouth 

“looks like someone already had dinner  ~ “ he teased the younger as he watched taehyung cheeks blushed madly 

“ i was craving something sweet , i couldn't help it “ he giggled softly as he let out a loud belch “ can you feed me the rest of the ice cream please ? “ he mumbled softly as jimin sit beside him 

“fuck you are so gassy now ~ “ he giggled softly as he grabbed the icecream tub “ mhm you are so lazy to finish it by your own , mhm ? “ he shove a spoonful of ice cream into taehyung’s mouth

he whined softly before he shawlow the ice cream “don't tease me ~  just continue feeding me the ice cream “ he mumbled softly 

he continue feeding the rest of the ice cream to the younger until he finish it all as taehyung was whining while jimin rubbed the younger’s , digging his fingers into the hard swell in taehyung’s tummy making him belch loudly 

“fuck continue rubbing it , please~  “ he whined softly as the older giggled softly 

" uhm you like it when i do it ,right ?~ " he mumbled softly as he continue rubbing the younger's tummy 

He moaned softly when the older pinching some of the soft fat in his underbelly making his cheeks heat up 

After the pressure in his tummy was ease , jimin got up and clean all the wrappers in the coffee table before sitting next to taehyung again 

" do you wanna see something else on the tv ? Maybe a movie ? " he ask as he place his small on taehyung's plush waist rubbing his thumb back and forth 

He nodded softly " yeah a movie , sounds good " he mumbled , snuggling closer to the older

They watched the film cuddling each other until taehyung decided to talk 

"Hyungie ? " he heard jimin hummed quietly "Would you be okay if i wanted to gain more weight ? "  he mumbled in a nervous tone as he bite his bottom lip softly 

Jimin paused the movie before turning to taehyung. " tae-tae its it obvious that I'm more than ok with it ? It's your body after all plus you will look so cute if you got even chubbier ~ " he giggled softly before pecking the younger's lips  

His eyes widen in surprise before he hugs the older tightly " how about we make a goal ? How about 250 ? " he mumbled as his cheeks blushed lightly 

He nodded softly " mhm if you wanna reach that goal , then you should start eating more ~ " he smirked softly at taehyung 

"You should feed me more then ~ " he teased the older with a small grin 

"Mhm i gladly will , honey " jimin answer before he pull the younger closer for a kiss 

#i dont like how it turned out lol #i hope you like it uwu

[joontopia]

No Room For Love - ksj | Chapter 1

pairings: jin x reader; jimin x oc

genre: ceo!au, business!au, enemies to lovers            contains angst, fluff, & smut

warnings: nsfw, death of a minor character, language, little bit of angst, eventual smut, minor violence

chapter warnings: alcohol consumption, talks of death/character dying

a/n: IT’s FINALLY HERE. I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out. After work getting crazier due to the pandemic, a lot of personal life interruptions, and a last minute change in parts of the plot and minor character details, it’s here! Shout out to my best friend and twin flame for being the best beta reader and fixing all of my mistakes (even if you poke fun at me for it, i still love you). I hope y’all enjoy it and thank you so much for being patient with me. 

summary: You never belonged in this lifestyle. Never fit in with the high class society of the rich and famous. Being the illegitimate daughter of a famous CEO, you were always seen as an embarrassment. As dirty blood. But when your half brother, Jimin, decides to give up his inheritance to follow his dream as an Idol, you finally get the chance to prove yourself.

Burdened with the responsibility of protecting the family name and saving your father’s business, now is not the time for any distractions. But one night and one lapse in judgment lands you in the arms of rich party boy, Kim Seokjin. He’s reckless. He’s annoying. He’s absolutely gorgeous. And he’s definitely not the man your father has arranged for you to marry.

You can’t shake him or the feelings that come along. But soon you learn that there’s no room for love in a society that never loved you.

It’s odd, the things you remember when you’re watching someone die. Little memories that you long forgotten about start to resurface in your mind. 

Like the tiny, two bedroom apartment you used to live in with your mom until you were thirteen. The walls you always remembered as a dull grey now shine in your mind as a bright sky blue. You’re sitting in the living room, dressed in a second hand princess costume. A handmade paper crown lies on the coffee table patiently waiting to be decorated with the mismatched gemstones that were spread around it. You’re smiling, drawing bright red hearts on the yellow construction paper. You can still remember the smell of the chocolate cupcakes your mom was baking in the kitchen for your sixth birthday. A hint of strawberry in the air from the homemade strawberry icing your mom was currently mixing on the counter, smiling every time she looked up to check on you. You felt your mouth start to water, remembering the taste of your birthday cupcakes. How every year, your mother would allow you one guess at her secret ingredient for her icing. You never were able to figure it out, and now you will never get the chance. 

That little apartment was always a place you had associated with embarrassment and sadness. This single, happy memory of your childhood home making you tear up in your mother’s hospital room, riddled with guilt. You wished you would have appreciated her more. Instead, you spent the majority of your teenage years blaming her for everything that was wrong in your life growing up. How you grew up known as the bastard daughter of one of the wealthiest men in South Korea. The product of an affair between your mom and the CEO of Park Properties, Park Ji-woon.

You hear a few light knocks coming from the doorway, ripping you from your subconscious back into the present. Turning to look at the unexpected visitor, you feel a blanket of comfort fall over you as your eyes fall on the boy leaning on the door frame. His light pink hair was hidden under a black hat and half his face was covered by a black mask, but the way his eyes turned into crescents from his smile was all you needed to see to know who it was. 

“Jimin.” You jump up from your chair by your mother’s bedside and run over to your half-brother, throwing your arms around him in a hug. 

“Hey, Peaches.” You smiled at the childhood nickname Jimin gave you when you were both kids. He rubbed your back in comfort before breaking the hug, moving his hands down your arms to hold yours. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I jumped on a flight as soon as I heard.” 

You look up at your brother with a small smile. “You didn’t have to come, Jiminie. I would’ve understood. You’re in the middle of a tour!”

“This is more important,” He says as he smiles back at you. Jimin was in the middle of a world tour with his four member idol group, Chaotic. He should be halfway across the world right now, performing half a dozen shows along the North American West coast. Instead, he is here at the bedside of his half sister’s dying mother, the woman who nearly ruined his family’s reputation. The media would have a field day. 

Jimin looks over at your mother, his smile dropping as he takes in the ventilator she’s hooked up to. The sound of it breathing for her mixed with the beeping of the machines echoed off the walls of the quiet room. 

“How much longer do we have?” His hands let go of yours as he walks over to an empty chair by your mother’s bed, taking her hand in his as he sat down.

“I don’t know.” You follow him, pulling up your chair next to him and sit down. “Doctor says it can be any moment now. Tomorrow, next week, the next few hours. She was slowly showing little signs of improvement, but suddenly it just took a turn for the worst.” You feel your eyes start to water and take a deep breath through your nose, trying your best to fight them back. It was only you and Jimin in the room. He wouldn’t blame you for crying. Anyone would be expected to cry in this situation, but letting your tears fall right now would just make this whole situation all too real. You weren’t ready to believe that your mother could be gone any day now.

“She’s always been a fighter, hasn’t she?” Jimin’s voice was barely above a whisper as his thumb rubbed the back of her hand.

“Yeah… She has.” You both sat there in silence for the next half hour. A few sniffles escape from Jimin, the bill of his black hat covering his eyes, making it hard for you to see if he’s crying. You hear another soft knock by the door, both of you turning to see one of the hospital nurses leaning into the room with a soft, close lipped smile on her face.

“I’m so sorry to disturb you, but visiting hours are almost over.”

You give her a small nod, returning the smile while telling her thank you before she disappears out of view. You hear shuffling next to you and turn to see Jimin standing up from his seat, smoothing out any wrinkles in his all black attire.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asks you as you stand up from your chair, following him to the doorway. 

“No, I was just gonna grab something on the way home.”

“Come out with me and Ashley tonight. Tae came home too so you don’t have to worry about third wheeling.”

You stopped in the doorway. Jimin turned to look back at you, catching the look of surprise on your face.

“Taehyung’s here, too?” You were surprised to hear he was back. Taehyung was your highschool sweetheart and Jimin’s best friend. Your relationship was short lived, ending on his terms, shortly after him and Jimin debuted together as Idols. You’ve only exchanged a handful of words to each other in the two years since then. It’s safe to say spending any prolonged amount of time with him was not on the top of your to-do list. 

Jimin gives you a soft smile, the look of confusion and surprise not lost on him. “He’s worried about you. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but he still cares about you, Y/N.”

You let out a sigh, turning your head to give one more look into your mom’s hospital room. Turning back towards Jimin, you walk towards him, following him down the hallway to the elevators. You were still surprised Taehyung flew all the way back from their tour in support of you. You sneak a glance at Jimin, starting to feel a little guilty that they both flew all this way for you. The least you could do was go to dinner with them.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” you finally answer him.

He turns to look at you, eyes shining bright under the bill of his hat as he smiles at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling back at him. “One night out in a while may be good for me.”

Dinner went by in a blur. Your best friend Ashley secured a private room at a popular BBQ restaurant for the four of you. Perks of being the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Seoul. Being the known girlfriend of the beloved Park Jimin helped, too. After an awkward, half-assed hug and an exchange of small talk with Taehyung, you spent most of the dinner avoiding eye contact with him. Ashley, sensing your discomfort, was doing her best keeping the boys talking about stories from their tour. It wasn’t long until a bottle of soju was ordered for the table. With everyone taking shots, it didn’t take long for you to start to feel more relaxed and enjoy yourself, laughing at Jimin’s recount of how Tae accidentally broke into the wrong hotel room while drunk. 

“He was just lucky it was our manager’s room,” Jimin laughed while Tae was shaking his head in his hand.

“Oh, poor Taehyungie. We just can’t take you anywhere, can we?” You said with a smile as you took another shot of soju.

Taehyung looked up at you with a brief look of surprise at you addressing him before turning his lips up into a smirk. He looked between you and Ashley, asking the two of you a question while pouring himself another shot. “So what have you girls been up to while we’ve been away?”

“Nothing as exciting as midnight skinny dips in hotel pools,” Ashley said with a huff as she rested her elbow on the table, head leaning on her hand. “Y/N-ssi has been kept busy with work. I’ve managed to get her to come out for dinner and drinks every now and then. She doesn’t like to come out and play as much as she used to.” Ashley looked at you with a pout.

“We’re not in university anymore, Ash.” You roll your eyes, smiling at your best friend as she stuck her tongue out at you. You and Ashley spent the better parts of your university days jumping from one party or club to another. A luxury you haven’t been able to indulge in as of late due to the increased involvement your father has been wanting you to have with his company. You hear Tae snicker across the table from you. You raise an eyebrow at him, not sure what exactly he was laughing at.

“We should go out tonight then,” Jimin said as he waved over the waitress, handing her his credit card to cover the dinner bill. Ashley squealed happily in response.

“Yes! There’s a new club I’ve been dying to go to! I can get us on the list.” Ashley grabbed her phone off the table, her fingers tapping away on the screen.

You nibbled on your bottom lip before speaking. “I don’t --” The words were barely out of your mouth when Taehyung cuts you off.

“What? Daddy’s little girl can’t come out and play again? I guess some things just never change.” You watch as Tae takes another shot of soju. You hated it when he called you a daddy’s girl. His tone of voice always puts such a negative connotation on it. You always knew your habit of doing what was expected of you bothered him. That very tendency of yours being one of the main reasons for your break-up. It was part of what fueled your partying back in university, feeling the need to prove him wrong. You try to tell yourself that you didn’t have anything to prove to him now, but you also didn’t want him to know his comment got under your skin.

“Let’s do it,” you say, standing up from your chair. Jimin and Tae looked at you in surprise as Ashley stood up with you.

“So awesome! Word hasn’t gotten out yet that you guys are back in town, so no one should suspect to see two Chaotic members out in Seoul. We might be able to go unnoticed by the media. Now come on, we can stop by my apartment to change before we go. I have the cutest outfit that you can wear.” Ashley grabbed your hand, leading you out of the restaurant. The boys following closely behind you. As you make it out to the street and towards Jimin’s car, you try your best to give yourself a mental pep talk.

“It’s just one night, Y/N… What could possibly happen?”

JIN POV

“Hey, Yoongi. Chanyeol just told me that two members of Chaotic have been added to the guest list tonight. Should we block off one of the VIP booths for them?” Namjoon walks into the office, plopping down on one of the chairs in front of Yoongi’s desk. 

“Chaotic? Aren’t they halfway across the world right now?” Yoongi asks, feet propped up on his desk as he leans back in his office chair, scrolling through his phone. One of his hands absentmindedly fluffing his mint colored hair.

“Yeah, I think your boy got bamboozled, Joon.” Jin laughs, sitting up from his prone position on the office couch. Namjoon flashes his middle finger before running his hand through his light brown hair.

“Fuck off, dude. He says he’s friends with one of the member’s girlfriends. She texted him an hour ago saying it’s going to be her, 2 members, and some girl.” 

“He always says he knows someone’s girlfriend or cousin or whatever. This is the last freebie he gets. Anyone else, he needs to run it by me first.” Yoongi states, eyes still glued to his phone. Namjoon hums in response, too preoccupied looking at his own phone to give a proper acknowledgement. 

Jin looks at his own phone, checking the time. 10:47 PM. Yoongi’s club should be in full swing of operations by now, evident by the bass of the music vibrating the walls of the office. Jin stands from the couch, letting out a small huff of boredom. This was just another party, another night full of alcohol-fueled entertainment. Another night full of socialite girls with personalities as interesting as watching cement dry.  He takes a look at his two best friends, his two partners in crime. Best friends since childhood that grew up to be known as the biggest Playboys in all of Seoul. The first few years since they all came of age were fun, but lately the fun seems to have run stale, at least for Jin. When Yoongi opened this club a month ago, Jin was hoping it would reignite the passion for partying. It did for a while, but it quickly became the same party just a different scene. He claps his hands together, taking a few steps towards the door.

“Well, shall we get the night started?” Jin turns to his friends, the club music becoming louder as he opens the door to the office. Yoongi and Namjoon stand from their chairs, walking past Jin and out the door. 

“Good time as any,” Namjoon says while checking something on his phone. “Chanyeol says his friend is here with the Chaotic members. They’re making their way to one of the VIP booths now.”

“Moment of truth. This should be interesting.” Yoongi slaps Namjoon on the back, walking past him and down the short hall to the club. Jin follows behind them, closing the door. He lets a yawn pass his lips, stretching his arms out through it and placing his hands behind his head. As they make their way out towards the dance floor, the boys stop at the small landing that looks over the club. Namjoon points towards the VIP area, pointing out a guy with light pink hair with his arms around a girl. 

“That’s got to be Park Jimin,” Namjoon shouts at Jin and Yoongi over the loud music of the club. 

“Well, where’s the other one?” Yoongi shouts back. The three of you scan the dance floor looking for another one of the Chaotic members. After a few moments, Namjoon points towards the bar. “There! Pretty sure that’s Kim Taehyung. The girl next to him must be the other person that’s with him.”

Jin looks over towards the bar, his dark brown eyes widening as his eyes land on you. “Wow.” The word left his mouth without him even realizing. Namjoon turns to him and smirks. 

“Don’t get too excited, Jinnie boy. That’s probably his girlfriend.” Namjoon punches Jin’s shoulder lightly, walking down the small set of stairs after Yoongi and making their way towards the VIP section. Jin kept his eyes on you. He took in the annoyed look on your face as Taehyung was talking to you. There’s no way you were his girlfriend. Not with that look of disinterest in whatever it was that Taehyung was saying to you. He continued to watch as you grabbed the drinks from the bartender, turning away from Taehyung while he was mid sentence and made your way up to the VIP area. “Even if you are his girlfriend, you’re obviously not happy with him right now,” Jin thought to himself. “Doesn’t matter. You’ll be mine by the end of the night.” Jin started down the stairs, following his friends to the VIP area, smiling to himself. Looks like it wasn’t going to be another boring night after all.

Holding the drinks you bought for you and Ashley, you make your way through the sea of dancers and back towards the VIP area. You’ve only been in the club for a total of 10 minutes and you already regret it, wishing you could leave now and curl up in the comfort of your own bed. The skin tight black bodycon dress and stilettos Ashley dressed you in; making you feel slightly uncomfortable and you weren’t quite drunk enough just yet for the short length not to bother you. Taehyung wasn’t helping your mood either. When he had offered to help carry drinks, you were hoping it would be an act of kindness performed in silence. Instead, you spent the entire time trying to tune out his backhanded apology. 

“I’m sorry if what I said at dinner upset you, Y/N. You didn’t have to come out tonight to prove anything. I know fun like this isn’t really your scene.”

You scoff at the replay of his words in your head. Fun like this. What was he trying to say? You enjoyed plenty of fun like this when you were in university with Ashley. You couldn’t help but think that he would know that, if only he didn’t find you not worthy of his time to stick around back then. It’s not your fault he decided to show back up when you have to act like a grown up. You have a reputation to upkeep now. You already have so much working against you, being labeled as a constant party girl wouldn’t help.

You start up the stairs to the VIP area only to be stopped when you feel someone grab your elbow. You turn to look at the unwelcome interruption and find Taehyung glaring at you with an annoyed expression, holding two bottle beers in his free hand.

“What now, Tae?” You bite at him, not even trying to hide the annoyance in your voice or on your face. 

“You can’t just walk away like that. It can be easy to lose you in this crowd. You need to be more careful.” Tae holds onto your elbow, only letting go when you jerk it out  from his hand.

“I know how to navigate a club, Tae. Believe it or not, this isn’t my first time at one. I can look out for myself.” You turn back around and start back up the staircase. You hear Taehyung say something behind you, barely making out him say “Fucking brat” over the loud music. Whether he meant for you to hear it or not, you don’t care. You decide to ignore him, rolling your eyes and continuing on.

Once you make it up to the VIP area, you see JImin and Ashley sitting with three other guys, talking and laughing.You take in the three strangers, trying to figure out why they look so familiar. The low lighting of the club makes it hard to see them clearly from this short distance. You could tell they looked around your age, if not just a bit older. You see the guy next to Jimin throw his head back in laughter. His mint colored hair pushed slightly back with a headband and a gummy smile displaying across his face as he leaned his head back down. Next to him sat a taller man with light brown hair and horn rimmed glasses. He was laughing along too, listening to the other two boys in whatever conversation they were holding. 

It was the third guy talking to Ashley that held your gaze longer than the other two. His profile alone was alluring. Your eyes travelled from his dark hair that fell into his eyes to the sharp cut of his jawline. From there your eyes moved to his neck, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down as he talked before taking in the wide set of his shoulders. You don’t realize you were fantasizing how it would feel like to run your mouth up and down his neck and shoulders until he looks in your direction. His eyes meet yours, smirking as if he knew what you were just doing, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You couldn’t help but look at his lips, noticing how plump they were before taking in his full face. From this angle, his features seemed soft and boyish if it weren’t for the contrast of his jawline. God, he was gorgeous. Ashley follows his gaze to you, smiling as she jumps up to grab her drink and pull you towards the table.

“Oh, Y/N! Tae! Perfect timing! Come meet our new friends.” Ashley pulls you down into the seat next to her, right across from the wide shoulder Adonis. Tae took the seat next to you, passing Jimin’s beer to him across the table. Ashley grabs everyone’s attention, introducing everyone around the table starting with the mint haired boy.

“This is Min Yoongi. He’s the owner of this club. Next to him is Kim Namjoon. His dad owns one of the largest recording labels here in Seoul.” The two boys take their turns waving at you. You return a polite smile before Ashley moves your attention to the last newcomer, his lips turning up into another smirk once your eyes meet. You feel your eyes trail down his body, eyes glancing over the part of his chest peeking from his white V-neck before landing on the exposed skin of his thighs from the sinfully ripped jeans he was wearing. You start wondering how his body looks under his clothes before mentally slapping yourself, shooting your eyes back up to his. He lets out a small chuckle and you know he is completely aware that he’s been mentally undressed by you. To be fair, it probably happens to him all the time. Too busy ogling over your tablemate, you don’t notice the death glare Taehyung is shooting his way or the way Ashley looks between the two of you with a raised eyebrow before continuing her introduction.

“And this is Kim Seokjin. Guys, this is Kim Taehyung and, last but not least, my best friend and Jimin’s sister, Park Y/N.” 

“Please, call me Jin,” he says, giving you a wink and you immediately feel heat rise to your cheeks as you smile. And then it dawns on you.

The drop of his name finally sparks recognition in you. Now you know why these three men look so familiar. You see their names and faces all over tabloids and socialite centric internet articles. Kim Seokjin and two partners in crime. The notorious, rich playboys of Seoul. Not necessarily bad news, but bad enough for you to mark him as off limits. He is definitely someone you shouldn’t be associated with. It’s too bad. He looks absolutely delicious. But like you said earlier, it’s just one night. One night couldn’t hurt much, right? 

“Nice to meet you guys. It’s a nice club you have here.” You look towards Yoongi and lift your drink in the air towards him. A little toast before you take a sip, leaning back into your seat.

“Thank you.” he says, nodding his head in appreciation. “So what brings you guys out tonight? I thought you two would be in the middle of a world tour.” Yoongi points between Tae and Jimin before drinking from his own beer.

“Yeah, we almost didn’t believe it was you guys when we heard it,” Namjoon said with a slight chuckle.

Jimin laughs before responding, his eyes turning into crescent shapes as he smiles. “I had to come back for a family matter. We’re in a break between shows right now anyways. We’ll head back once we get things settled. Tae came along for support.”

“Just trying to show support to those who need me,” Tae says as he throws his free arm over the back of your chair. You feel him try to subtly place his hand on your shoulder and you shoot him a glare out of the side of your eye. You sit up, leaning forward in your chair away from his arm, trying to cover up your scoff with a sip of your drink, hoping it would go unnoticed. You see Tae rolling his eyes from your peripherals, rolling yours back in response.  Placing your drink on the table, you look up at Jin sitting across from you just in time to see his darkened eyes as he takes in Tae’s arm on your chair. His eyes move to meet yours, the darkened look disappearing. You raise your brow at him curiously. Is he jealous? Over Taehyung? You giggle to yourself at the thought. If only he knew Tae wasn’t a threat. “If only you didn't have bad news written all over you,” you thought to yourself.

“So are you guys just out on a double date?” Jin asks, still looking at you. You involuntarily snort, causing the group to look in your direction. Ashley looks at you with a bemused expression, a little giggle slipping past her lips as she takes a sip of her drink.

“No, this is not a double date,” you say while trying to regain your composure. You continue your ramble, pointing between yourself and Taehyung. “We’re not… No. Definitely not a double date.” 

“Get it together, girl,” you think to yourself, grabbing your drink and downing the rest of it. Maybe you were drunker than you originally thought. Ashley takes the opportunity to take over the conversation, pulling the guys attention towards her and Jimin. You silently thank her as you peek at Taehyung out of the corner of your eye. You notice he has his jaw clenched and tense, probably a reaction from your blatant display of distaste at being considered his. You know you should feel bad, but you don’t. He lost the right to have any sort of claim over you a long time ago. You start to feel the need to escape and go to excuse yourself from the table.

“I’ll be back. I need another drink,” you announce as you stand from your seat. Jin looks at you, slowly rising from his chair.

“Would you like some company?”he asks, his plush lips turning up into a soft smile. You were about to turn him down, only changing your mind when you hear Tae try to interject.

“I’ll go with --” 

“Actually, Jin. I would love your company.” Jin’s smile grows wider. He offers his arm to you as he stands up. You take it, wrapping your hands around his biceps. Enjoying the feeling of how his muscles flex under your touch. 

The two of you walk towards the bar, ignoring Tae as he calls out your name. This wasn’t one of your best decisions, walking away from your friends with someone you literally just met. Especially someone you had just labeled as off limits. Your emotions and the alcohol in your system being the main influencers on the choice. Despite being practically a stranger, you feel safe with Seokjin. You tell yourself not to worry about it. One night making choices on a whim shouldn’t do much damage in hindsight, right? 

Your mind is lost to the beat of the music, focusing only on weaving through the crowd of club goers as you make your way to the bar. With every step, you can feel all the alcohol you’ve had  creeping up on you. You start to feel the tingling sensation in your face and you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. Feeling a little unstable in the stilettos, you cling a little tighter to Jin’s arm, focusing hard on not tripping.

Finally at the bar, Jin waves over the bartender, ordering the two of you a round of shots. You think about turning the shot down, but decide against it. You remind yourself this is the first night in a while that you’ve spent somewhere other than at home. You deserve at least one night to enjoy yourself. While waiting for the shots to be made, you lean your back against the bar and take a look around the club, finally taking the time to admire the layout. The majority of the first level was occupied by a lit up dance floor, the edges around the walls lined with couches and high top tables. The VIP area was located on a lofted 2nd level overlooking the dance floor. It's very packed now, the newness of the venue still not worn off. Your eyes wander back up to the VIP area and you notice Taehyung standing at the railing, staring at you. You fight the urge to roll your eyes at him, instead choosing to turn around and face the bar.

“Let me guess. Ex-boyfriend?” Jin leans up against the bar next to you, giving you a smirk when you turn to look at him.

“What gave it away?” You ask, propping your chin on your hand as you smile back at him.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m good at reading people?” Jin leaned closer to you, plump lips spread into a beautiful smile.

“I would,” you say, turning away from him as the bartender brings the two shots, picking yours up from the bartop. “But why do I get the feeling it’s more to do with knowing from experience?” Jin laughs, grabbing his shot and clinking the glass up against yours. 

“So you’ve heard of me?” He asks before you both down your shots. 

“Who hasn’t heard of the man who coined his own nickname, Mr. Worldwide Handsome?” You lick your lips, savoring the fruity taste of the shot that was still on your tongue. You’re amazed how you couldn’t even taste the alcohol and wouldn’t mind having another. “This was delicious, by the way. Did you come up with it?”

“Good guess, I did. It’s my secret weapon. You want another round?” Jin catches the attention of the bartender again, raising his glass and pointing at it. Already ordering another round before even waiting for your answer.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Jin? Trying to take advantage of me?” You ask, the alcohol making you feel bold as you lean in close to him. He leans into you, too, moving his hand to push a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Yes and no. You don’t seem like the type of girl to let that happen.” He lightly caresses the side of your face, fingers lingering on your cheek and you let him.

“Hmm, smart boy,” you say before moving your face away from his hand. The bartender drops off your next round of shots and you both waste no time in downing them. “So, what is your type of girl, Seokjin?”

“Why? Interested in applying?” Jin says to you before turning to signal to the bartender for another round. You answer him when he turns back in your direction.

“Sorry, Jinnie boy. But you’re not my type.” 

“What? Handsome not your type?” He says as the bartender drops off the third round.

“No,” you respond with a smile. “Trouble isn’t my type.” You both grab a shot. You go to drink yours while Jin gives you a smirk.

“Ah, but you do think I’m handsome.”He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye as he downs his shot and you laugh. He’s funny and you like his confidence. It’s a shame you won’t allow yourself to get to know more of his personality. That’s something that would take more than just tonight to learn, and again, he is not someone you need to be associated with. But damn, do you think he looks handsome. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

Jin places the shot glass on the bar top and leans in close to you. You feel a tingling sensation go through your body and convince yourself it's from the alcohol and not his close proximity. Jin gives you a quick look up and down, and you know he is completely aware of the effect he has on you. “You know,” he says leaning in even closer. “You’re spending a lot of time with a guy who isn’t your type.”

“What? A girl’s not allowed to have herself a little fun?” You bat your lashes at him, leaning in towards him, closing the little distance between you two. Your lips are inches apart, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. You smell the fruitiness of shots on his breath and take a quick glance down to his lips, wondering which of you will break and close the gap first. Another few seconds of the stand off passes before you decide you were going to make the first move, only to be interrupted when you hear someone call your name. You and Jin pull away from each other and turn to see Ashley walk up with Jimin close behind her.

“Y/N! There you are! You left your phone up at the table. I’ve been trying to text you.” Ashley hands your little black clutch, fully prepared to lecture you for disappearing when she turns to look at JIn. Jin gives her a smile before she turns back to you. “Oh,” she says and gives you a knowing smile.

“Sorry, Ash. I didn’t mean to be gone this long. Jin and I were just enjoying ourselves,” you say as you pull out your phone, checking the notifications before putting it back into your purse. 

“Oh, I’m sure,” she teases. “Anyways, Taehyung already left and Jimin and I are heading out ourselves. Are you ready to go?” 

You instinctively move to follow Ashley, stopping yourself midstep. “Actually.” You look at Jin who is staring at you before looking back at Ashley. “I think I’m going to stay a little longer.” You look back at Jin who gives you a wide smile.

Ashley looks between you and Jin, smiling again when she leans in to give you a hug. “Text me when you get home, okay? And Seokjin...” Ashley steps back from you and turns to the tall man. “Take care of her. If anything happens to her, I know where to find you.” 

Jimin waves goodbye to you as he and Ashley turn and leave. Jin waves back before leaning towards you. “Should I be scared of her?” He asks with a laugh.

“Yes, you should be,” you say with a giggle. Feeling the alcohol course through your body, you start to move to the beat of the music. With a surge of confidence, you grab Jin’s hand and start pulling him onto the dance floor. “Now come on. I want to dance.” 

You lose track of time out on the dance floor, getting lost in the music and enjoying the feeling of Jin’s body pressed up against yours. Ever so often, he let his hands wander up and down your body. You intercept his hand each time before they are able to discover an intimate part of your body, giggling and laughing each time you feel his pout against your neck. After a few songs of grinding up against each other, Jin decides to put on a show for you, granting you multiple displays of what he calls his ‘signature dance moves.’ One move in particular sends you doubling over in laughter, the way Jin stands with his feet shoulder-width apart, head thrown back while he wiggles his arms shamelessly from side to side. After exhausting all his talent, Jin pulls you back up into the VIP area asking to take a breather, his dark hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. You agree with him, your own legs starting to feel sore from trying to dance in heels. He sits you down in one of the booths before walking over to grab two bottles of complementary water from an ice bucket against the back wall, stopping for a quick chat with Namjoon along the way. 

You watch him, eyes trailing up and down his long body. Admiring the way his ripped jeans clung to his legs, sweat glistening on the exposed areas of his thigh. He opens one of the water bottles and takes a drink. You’re mesmerized by the bob of his Adam’s apple, wanting nothing more than to walk over and suck love marks along the surface area of his neck. You lightly shake your head, pulling yourself back to reality as you reach into your clutch for your phone, looking for a distraction. Clicking your screen on, your eyes widen when you look at the time. 2:03 AM. Fuck. You need to be up for work in a little over 5 hours. The small bout of panic sobers you just a little and you silently scold yourself for not playing more attention to how late it was getting. You look back up at where Jin stood talking to Namjoon, making brief eye contact with him. He gives you a quick wink before turning back to Namjoon, continuing on with whatever he was saying. You smile from the cuteness of the wink, feeling giddy from the action only for it to be quickly replaced by a small wave of sadness that washes over you. 

You really enjoyed yourself tonight. You couldn’t tell what brought on the sadness; the fact that your night of fun was coming to an end or the fact that, if you could help it, won’t ever see Seokjin again. You decide for it to be the former. It’s safer this way. You enjoyed your night with Jin and you completely understand why girls would still flock to him, regardless of his playboy reputation. If only you had the luxury of being one of those girls, you would throw caution aside and allow yourself to enjoy all that is Seokjin. To hell with whatever gossip or rumors would manifest about you. Unfortunately, you’re not one of those girls and you’ve been lucky enough already to make it through the night without anyone recognizing you. You let out a soft sigh, knowing the time has come for you to return back to reality. 

Placing your phone back in your clutch, you stand from your seat and walk towards Jin. You place your hand on his shoulder, pulling his attention to you. He turns back to Namjoon, letting him know he’ll catch up with him later before the taller boy walks over to the railing of the VIP area, joining Yoongi in watching the club goers down below.

Jin turns back to you, smiling as he moves you closer to the wall. “Sorry, I kept you waiting. Namjoon doesn’t know when to shut up sometimes. Did you start to miss me?”

He  hands you an unopened bottled water before bracing his hand on the wall behind you. You give him a soft smile as a thank you as you lean back against the wall. The beautiful smile on his face makes it hard for you to form words. Why did he have to be so goddamn gorgeous?

“It’s time for me to go home, Jin.” You cross your arms across your chest and tilt your head back to look up at his face. 

Jin nods his head before responding. “And so you came over here to invite me over? I accept.” He gives you another heart stopping smile as a light laugh escapes your lips.

“I came to tell you bye. This is where we part ways. It was nice meeting you, Seokjin.” You go to push off the wall to leave, stopping yourself as Jin goes to talk.

“Now why does that feel more like a ‘Goodbye’ than a ‘See you later’? Running off at midnight like Cinderella. Do you not want to see me again? I thought we were having a good time,” he turns his lips into a pout, but you can tell by his tone he was being playful.

“Running off at 2AM, actually. And It was a good time. But as I said before, you’re trouble. And I stay away from trouble. It’s best if we just end things here.” You try to stand tall, putting as much authority in your tone of voice as you can manage to let him know you’re serious. Jin leans in close to you. You inhale deeply trying to maintain your composure despite his close proximity, catching a light trace of whatever cologne he was wearing. It smelt woodsy and delicious and you were trying to figure out how you didn’t notice it before. 

His lip brushing against your earlobe sending shivers down your spine. “I can be a good boy,” he whispers to you and you smile, rolling your eyes as he pulls back just enough to look at you.

“I highly doubt that,” you tease him.

“How about this.” Jin reaches into his pocket with his free hand, pulling something out. He holds up his hand in the small gap between the two of you and you focus on the shiny round object before looking back at him. Your eyebrows furrow in curiosity. “We’ll flip a coin.”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Flip a coin? Really?” you said raising an eyebrow at him. His tongue sneaks out to wet his pillow lips before spreading them into a wide smile. You can still smell a hint of the fruity shots from earlier on his breath as he speaks.

“We flip a coin. Heads, you come home with me. Tails… Well, at least give me your number.” Jin chuckles after the last condition.

“What makes you think I’ll play along with your little game?” you ask before licking your lips, catching your tongue between your teeth as you look up at him.

“Live a little, princess. Take a walk on the wild side with me.” Jin flicks his eyes down to your tongue before looking back at you. His eyes looking darker even in the dimness of the club’s VIP area. “You ready? Call it in the air.”

You watch as he balances the coin on top of his thumb and index finger. He flicks his thumb up, sending the coin flipping in the air. You watch the coin, wondering what fate it would decide for you, already thinking up an excuse to get out of either. You see Jin move his hand out of the corner of your eye, thinking he’s going to grab the coin.  Instead, he catches you by surprise, grabbing your chin and lightly turning your face towards him, his lips crashing down on yours as the forgotten coin crashes down to the ground, rolling away out of sight.

Your mind goes blank at the sudden action, your lips on autopilot as they move in tandem with his. You feel butterflies in your stomach as you melt into the softness of his lips. You can tell that he’s holding back, probably expecting you to push him off at any moment. Your hands move to his chest, half a mind to stop things before they go too far. The small guttural moan that comes from his throat ignites a fire in your bones, awakening a desire in you. A desire that can only be satiated by one Kim Seokjin. Your hands move further up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer to you as your fingers knit themselves in his hair.

Jin nips at your bottom lip, swiping his tongue across the bitten area, asking for permission to enter. You let him, the loud music of the club now being drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat pulsating in your ears. You nearly forget where you are, what you were trying to do before his lips found yours. The people and the room disappear around you with the only thing existing is Jin, his plump lips, and the delicious way his hands roam up and down your body. You allow his hands to roam freely this time, no intention in stopping his endeavors as you lose yourself in his touch. It wasn’t until the sound of Yoongi yelling at the two of you to get a room that you were pulled back into reality. Jin pulls back away from you just slightly, the both of you smiling as you try to catch your breath. 

“Well,” Jin says as he pushed a fallen strand of your hair back behind your ear. “What’s the verdict?”

You know you should go home. Leave him here without so much as your number as you return back to your uneventful life. But you can’t stop thinking about the way his lips feel on yours. How badly you want him and how that want extends for more than just tonight. It’s a bad idea. He’s a bad idea and no matter how many times you’ve told yourself that tonight, the one thing that you’ve said to yourself more rings louder in your head. It’s just one night, what’s the worst that can happen? 

You grab the collar of Jin’s shirt, bringing him in for another kiss. You pull away after one, smiling at the way he chases your lips, wanting more. “I’ll tell you my answer..” you pause, grabbing his hand in yours, pulling him away from the wall. “After you buy me another drink.”

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[btschooseafic]

Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: Aviva does a deep clean of the dorm. Yoongi locks himself in the studio.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. [Masterlist]

Track 10: Come Clean

Come Clean - Anfa Rose

“Let me come clean, I’ve been down in the dirt Don't get caught up on the details baby, but I been the worse”

According to the report Aviva received from Namjoon, he, Taehyung, and Jungkook had pulled the short straws and were sleeping on the couches.

Aviva hadn’t been able to stop by the new dorm since they moved in. She was still hoping to find them a larger place (within budget) as well as researching instructors. She had checked in on them in the group chat, and they said they were eating well and keeping a regular schedule. Jungkook called her one night to complain about Namjoon’s late night computer habits, but Aviva talked him into sharing a bed with either Jimin or Hoseok, knowing they wouldn’t mind.

So when she finally got to the dorm, it was a big shock to find it literally covered in trash.

Jungkook waved to her from his place sitting on the couch.

“Hi, Avi-noona...” His cheerful greeting tone faded when he spotted her expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Kim Namjoon-ssi…” Aviva practically growled.

“Yes, Siljangnim?” Namjoon said, entering the room wearing a calm smile. He looked over her face. “Why do you look so anxious?”

“Why?” She gestured around the room. “What the hell happened here? You said things were going fine.”

“They are.”

“It’s a pigsty in here!”

Namjoon shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me. Maybe it’s just you.”

“It’s okay to be a little messy,” Jin commented as he joined them.

“A little?” Aviva repeated dubiously. Jungkook laughed. She frowned at him. He sobered.

“Seokjin-hyung!” Hoseok said, rushing in. “Are the noodles done yet? I’m hungry…”

“Just you wait!” Jin smiled, turning to Aviva. “You’ll eat with us, right, manager? Do you want an egg with yours?”

“Jin-oppa…” Aviva said slowly. “When you said you could make a meal out of anything… were you counting instant noodles as a meal?”

“You have to eat instant noodles once in a while!” Jin argued. “Like you said—a balanced diet!”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Aviva said. “But I won’t lecture you about it, as long as you’re eating other things as well.”

“Well, yesterday—” Jin started excitedly.

“Ah! Ah! Hyungs! Taehyungie’s being mean to me again!” Jimin said, running over.

Taehyung was running after him. “Hey! Didn’t I say that there would be a slap fight if I caught you messing around?”

“Okay, time to eat!” Jin said loudly. “I’m done noodling around!” Aviva snorted. Jin winked at her. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“Huh, instant noodles?” Jimin perked up. “I want some!”

“Noodles?” Taehyung looked over at them. “We’ll have a momentary ceasefire then…” He blinked. “Manager-noona! You’re here!” He skipped over to her, leaning on her shoulder. “Are you eating with us?”

“I guess?” She looked at Jin. “I’ll have an egg.”

“Coming right up.” He nodded.

“Good God…” Yoongi groaned, coming out of the bedroom with his hands over his ears and his eyes narrowed in slits. “Can you guys please keep it down when people are sleeping? Seriously…”

Aviva stared at him. “You’re just waking up? It’s past noon.”

“I told you I’m trying to keep a normal schedule,” he said. Aviva took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out.

“Okay, okay, so maybe you’ve been living in a pigsty off of instant noodles and sleeping at odd hours—are you at least practicing?” She looked around at them.

“Practicing?” Yoongi repeated doubtfully.

“Well, as you can see, we’ve been doing a lot of team bonding,” Jin told her.

“What about that routine Sungduek-ssi wanted you to work on?” She asked. Hoseok blinked, resting his hands on his hips.

“What? Ah, um… what was it again?”

“Was it this one?” Jimin danced awkwardly. Hoseok looked at him and started doing something completely different.

“You haven’t practiced at all,” Aviva realized, sinking onto the couch. She squeaked. “What is this?” She stood up quickly, touching the back of her pants. “It’s wet…”

“Ah…” Jungkook winced. “That was my banana milk. I meant to clean it up yesterday, but I guess I forgot…”

“Okay.” Aviva rolled up her sleeves.

“Uh-oh,” Namjoon said, eyeing her. “She’s getting serious.”

“Noona?” Jimin looked at her in concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Look,” she said, holding her hands on her hips. “I get that this is new for you, and it’s exciting, but how do you expect to debut if you keep living like this? What are you guys doing?”

“Actually… we don’t know what we’re doing,” Namjoon admitted. “Like you said, it’s new to us. Bang-PD-nim sort of let us do whatever we wanted in the beginning. But once Chief Youngjin came into the picture, he planed things down to the hour. Now that he’s cut us loose, we don’t even know where to start. We knew you were busy, and we didn’t know who else to ask…” Aviva sighed.

“Sorry we disappointed you,” Hoseok said.

“Oh, Hobi,” Aviva said, her chest feeling tight. “You could be doing better, but so could I. It’s new for all of us… we’ll just have take it slowly, one step at a time.”

“Manager-noona?” Jungkook asked quietly. “What do you want us to do first?”

“I think a good goal would be to write a song,” Aviva thought aloud. “I want everybody to have some input, even if it’s just a little. Stick to whatever feels the most comfortable at first. Maybe Yoongi-oppa can work on a beat...” She looked at him. He smiled at her, making her feel like she missed a step going down the stairs.

“I’ll start right away!” He turned to go back into the bedroom.

“Nope!” Aviva stepped in front of him. “There’s something we need to do before anything else!”

“What’s that?” Taehyung wondered.

“Jin-oppa, do we have these items?” She sent him a quick text. He looked at it.

“Do we have to—“ His eyes widened. “Okay, wow, I’ve never seen such a scary look on your face, okay, yes, I’ll go get the stuff.” He came back a moment later with garbage bags, a vacuum, and a mop.

“It’s time for a deep cleaning,” Aviva announced. “We’ll never get anything done in a house like this.”

Taehyung took one look at the cleaning supplies and tried to make a break for it.

“Grab him!” Namjoon shouted. Jimin and Jungkook pounced. Hoseok laughed.

“Okay, but first, you come with me, Avi-yah!” He grabbed her arm.

“What? Why?” She wondered as he dragged her towards the bedroom. The left side of the room was decidedly neater than the right. The right top bunk was covered in laundry and miscellaneous technology. Aviva could make out a laptop, a camera… was that a disassembled soundboard? The bed beneath it was covered in plushies. On the left side of the room the bottom bunk was covered in skin care products, and a few plushies. The top bunk was neatly made with what looked like a freshly ironed suit hanging on a hanger off the bed frame. She pointed. “I’m guessing this bed is yours?”

“Why do you wanna know?” Hoseok said, wiggling his eyebrows at her as he moved over to a set of drawers. Aviva ignored the innuendo, stepping up next to him to study the line of figurines carefully arranged on top of the dresser.

She smiled. “I didn’t know you collected these.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty cute,” Hoseok said nonchalantly. “Maybe I could even give Jiminie a run for his money.” She hummed uncertainly. Hoseok nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. No one’s as cute as Jiminie—too bad he’s a slob, like the rest of them.” He sighed, pulling a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer and held it out to her. She stared at it confusedly. “You sat in banana milk. I think these should fit you.”

“Oh.” Her face felt hot. “I forgot. Thanks.” She took them.

“Give your pants to me when you’re done changing,” Hoseok said, moving towards the door. “I’m good at getting stains out—oh, and you should take your jacket off too, so it doesn’t get dirty while we clean! I’ll get you a hanger for it.”

“Whose pants are those?” Namjoon wondered as he watched her cuff the bottoms of the too-long sweatpants.

“Mine!” Hoseok singsonged. “Doesn’t she look cute in my clothes?”

Namjoon frowned, trying not to study the way the fabric highlighted her curves so closely. “Well, sort of…”

“Guys,” she said, flushing. “Shut up and let’s start cleaning.”

Three days later, Jungkook texted Aviva, worried that Yoongi had been locked in the studio working on the new song this whole time.

“He needs sun!” Jungkook said. “And food other than the dumplings Jin-hyung is leaving in front of the door for him.”

Aviva rushed over, going into the room despite the others protests that Yoongi wasn’t himself and she would be better off leaving him alone.

“Manager-nim? What are you doing here so late?” He said, squinting at her through the dark.

“Late?” She walked over to the blackout curtains and pulled them open. He hissed at the sudden light. “It’s noon.”

“My eyes!”

Aviva snorted. “Are you a song writing vampire, Yoongi-oppa?” She ignored his glare. “Either get some sunlight or take some vitamins or something, you’re worrying JK.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“The maknae shouldn’t worry.”

“Shouldn’t he?” She moved over to the computer. “Can I hear what you’ve been working on?” She gasped as he grabbed her wrist. “Aish, Yoongi, your hands are cold.”

“Sorry.” He pulled her back from the computer. “But the bridge isn’t done yet, so you can’t hear it.”

“Yoongi-yah…” She looked at him worriedly. “I appreciate that you’re putting so much effort into this song, but I’m worried about you too. You need sleep. Don’t you love sleeping?”

He shrugged. “It’s my choice if I want to suffer for my art.” He smiled tiredly. “Thanks for appreciating my effort, though. That helps.” He pushed her gently, but firmly, out of the room.

“Joonie…Joon…” Aviva waved her hand in front of his face. They were sitting at a cafe. She had meant to meet up with him and talk about how they could help Yoongi, but his focus was on his notebook. “Are you struggling with the songwriting that much?”

“Well, yeah.” He finally ripped his eyes off of it, looking at her. “How can I figure out a theme if Yoongi-hyung doesn’t let me hear the beat? It’s killing me.” He sighed. “Listen, I gotta get going, keep trying with this. I’ll see you later, okay?”

The next morning, Aviva got a call from Namjoon, telling her that he had accidentally deleted Yoongi’s file while trying to sneak a listen of it.

“It’s partially my fault as well, since I didn’t stop him,” Hoseok thought. “Sorry, Siljangnim.” He clasped his hands together.

She sighed, running her hand through her hair.

“Well, thanks for being honest, guys. I’ll talk to him.”

“Do you think he’ll forgive us?” Hoseok asked sadly.

“…I think so,” Aviva said. “We all know Yoongi-oppa is a lot thoughtful than he pretends to be. And anyway, you’re a team. Arguments are inevitable, it’s how you resolve them that matters.”

“Right.” Namjoon nodded, a serious look on his face. “There’s only one thing to do.” He grabbed Hoseok’s arm. “Let’s go.”

“What?” Hoseok shouted, startled as Namjoon pulled him along.

“I didn’t know you studied computer science,” Yoongi said, watching as she sat in his chair and typed away at his computer.

“Just a little.” She yawned. “I’ve taken a lot of classes on different things—you never know what you might need to know as a manager, right?”

“I guess?” His brow furrowed. “So…what are you doing now?”

“Looking back in the program’s logs… oh.” She grimaced. “Sorry, oppa, the newest version that was auto saved was from several days ago.”

Yoongi let out a deep breath, pushing his bangs away from his face.

“Right. That would be the case.” He tilted his head, studying the dark circles under her eyes. “Listen, you’ve been at this all night. You should go home, get some rest.”

“Hypocrite,” she muttered.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me?”

She waved her hand. “I’ll be fine. I just need coffee. Coffee, coffee…” She hummed as she stood up, stretching. “You want some?”

“Sure. You make a good cup of coffee.”

She beamed at him, making his stomach flutter a bit.

When she opened the studio door, Jimin and Jungkook fell inside. They must have been leaning up against the door. Yoongi frowned at them, resting his hands on his hips. Jimin laughed nervously and made a break for it, running over to hide behind Jin and Taehyung, who were standing further down the hall. Yoongi grabbed Jungkook before he could get away.

“What’s going on?” He growled.

“Nothing, we were just… worried,” Jungkook admitted. “You’ve been in here for a while, and Namjoon-hyung and Hoseok-hyung have been locked in the bedroom for days as well…” Aviva frowned.

“They won’t let me in my own room!” Jimin whined. “I want clean clothes, and my skin care products, and my bed, and—“

“I’m tried of leaving food at doors!” Jin whined. “I want to see people eating my food—appreciating it!”

“Is locking yourself in your room the trend these days?” Taehyung wondered, titling his head. “I should take notes.”

“No, no.” Aviva walked over to him and patted his arm. “Don’t be like them, Tae Tae, please. Just be yourself.”

Taehyung smiled at her. “Okay, manager-noona. I can do that.”

“Jin-oppa, I’m gonna make some coffee for me and Yoongi-oppa. I might be hungry, if you wanna pick up breakfast together,” she offered.

“Yes!” Jin waved his arms excitedly.

Yoongi groaned.

“Too loud. I’m going back to the studio…”

When Namjoon and Hoseok finally came out of their room, they revealed they had been working on recreating what they had heard from Yoongi’s file. They hadn’t been able to remember the whole thing, but Yoongi enjoyed the changes they made and asked them to keep working with him on the final version.

“Aw…” Aviva said, watching the three of them chat away.

“It’s so touching, isn’t it?” Taehyung thought, leaning on her shoulder.

#bts #bts x oc #ot7 x oc #fanfiction #bts predebut #bts world #idolverse #manager!oc #ot7 #bts fanfiction #my fics #hey you what's your dream

[wackapedia]

Man’s Best Friend

word count: 2k

Taehyung x reader where you move in with him and Yeontan hates you :(

Your relationship with Kim Taehyung is what others would consider as a whirlwind romance. In a span of two months, he had asked you to move in with him. Not that it took a lot of convincing, you’ve been giving subtle hints, paired with strong suggestions and mild intimidations for him to ask you to move in with him in his personal apartment. Taehyung couldn’t stop talking about you to his friends, it was almost sickening. His bandmates had also raised their concern about Taehyung’s relationship. “Don’t you think you guys are going too fast?” Namjoon asks after hearing about the news. “I don’t see why I should take it slow, I mean I am really sure of her, hyung.” Taehyung answers calmly. The group were eating their lunch together at one of BigHit’s conference rooms. “But are you really sure?” Jin pushes. “Ah, what’s so special about her?” Jimin adds. This somehow offends Taehyung as he slams his chopsticks. Hoseok bounces in his seat. “Why is it so hard for you to be happy for me? Is it so unbelievable for someone to love me for who I am?” Taehyung loudly announces, startling the rest of the group. “Taehyung, you know that’s not what we meant. Come sit.” Yoongi coaxes but Taehyung is already on the door.

Taehyung tries to control his riled-up breathing inside the elevator and pulls out his phone to text you. Taetae: Where are you? Your reply came almost instantly. “My place, packing up :)” “I’ll pick you up. Be there soon.” He replies as he arrives at the basement parking.

Taehyung arrives at your place and quietly helps you load up your things in his car’s spacious compartment. The drive to his place was quiet, giving you the impression that it was a bad day at work. “Are you okay? What happened?” you gently ask. Taehyung forces a tight lipped smile and reaches his hand to yours. You let him take it, accepting it as an answer. He would occasionally kiss the back of your hand whenever traffic allows, prompting his mood to lighten up. By the time you arrive, he’s back to his normal cheerful self.

“I can’t wait for you to meet Yeontan” He excitedly states, dragging your luggage behind him. “w-who?” “Yeontan, my dog. Didn’t I tell you about him?” You both stop at the hallway of the apartment building. “No! Why didn’t you tell me you have a dog?” You ask agitatedly. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know this would be a problem...” Taehyung frowns. You take a while to collect your thoughts “It’s fine.” You exhale, tightly closing your eyes. “It’s not a problem, it’s just that I’ve never lived with a dog before.” Taehyung’s eyes fill with glee “Oh, he’ll love you.” He pulls you toward his apartment. “There’s always a first time for everything, Jagiya!”

Taehyung unlocks the door, letting you in before pulling your luggage in. The place was large, every surface filled with little knick-knacks. Soon, the silence was filled with pattering against the floor, gradually getting louder. The small black Pomeranian comes into view, rushing toward his owner. “Yeontan!” Taehyung crouches down to pick his dog up, carrying him like a baby. “Tannie, this is y/n! She’s gonna live with us!” He faces you, holding the dog’s paw, making the dog wave at you. “Annyeonghaseo!” Taehyung uses a tiny voice to greet you. The dog however, stares at you with his large dark eyes. He fusses in Taehyung’s arms, prompting his owner that he wants to be let down. Yeontan continues to quietly stare at you.

The rest of the night was spent unpacking your clothes, eating takeout, and cuddling in bed. You were both too exhausted to do anything else which was why at 11 pm, you were both knocked out, snoring in bed.

You were awakened by the shrill barking of Taehyung’s dog in the middle of the night. You didn’t want to wake him up so you went to check on the dog yourself. You opened the door to reveal Yeontan barking in front of you. You quickly stepped out and quietly shut the door so that his owner won’t be disturbed.

“H-hey, what’s wrong?” You try to gently ask the dog. He continues to bark and growl at you while keeping a distance between you. “Are you hungry? I’m sure you had dinner when we were eating…” You stepped aside him to get him some snacks when Yeontan, angrier than ever, growls at you. You couldn’t help but scream when the dog tries to bite at your foot. Taehyung immediately gets up and rushes to open the door to find you cornered by the dog against the wall. “Yah! Yeontan!” The dog’s owner jogs toward the scene at the end of the hallway, gently pushing his dog away from you. “Are you okay? What happened?” He kneels to check on your foot which was fortunately unharmed. “He was barking outside the bedroom door and I thought I should just feed him but he tried to bite me…” You explain. Yeontan was standing behind Taehyung and continues to bark at you. “Aish, stop it!” Taehyung uses his foot to slide the small dog away, and ushers you back to the bedroom. “I’m sorry for waking you.” You apologize as he tucks you back to bed. “I’m sorry my dog attacked you. I’ve never seen him like this…” Taehyung kisses your forehead and pulls himself closer to you. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

Outside, Yeontan sadly stares at the bedroom door.

The next two days consisted of you and Yeontan being civil and ignoring each other while co-existing in Taehyung’s apartment. He would still bark at you but at least he doesn’t attack you anymore. Meanwhile in the BigHit office, the rest of the group apologizes to Taehyung for Jimin’s comment. “Taehyung, as a sign of good faith, we’re inviting her for dinner tonight at the dorm!” Jin cheerfully offers. Taehyung fails to keep a strict face upon hearing this news. “Really, Hyung?” He asks, looking at his hyungs for approval. “Of course! We want to meet who’s keeping our Taehyungie happy!” Hoseok adds. Taehyung breaks into a full grin, giving his members a group hug. Jin and Namjoon share a “see? I told you” look.

Taehyung immediately shares this news with you, giving you a call as soon as he steps out of the room. This immediately sent you into a frenzy, thinking about what you should wear, and what food should you bring. “Hey Jagi, don’t stress, alright? I’m sure they’ll love you.” “That’s what you said when I met your dog…” You pout. “G-good point.” His smile drops for a while. “I’ll pick you up at five?” Taehyung offers. “I’m not sure if I’ll be ready by then…” You answer, already making a checklist for the evening. “I said don’t stress. I mean it, okay? Love you…” The call ends. You immediately bolt to the kitchen to prepare.

Rain pours harder than ever that afternoon. You have just finished preparing the food you will be taking to the dorm to impress Taehyung’s friends. You were finishing your hair, tying it neatly with a red ribbon that matches your dress. You suddenly remembered something. Wine! You quickly text Taehyung to drop by and pick up wine for the boys.

Taetae: But I’m on the way there y/n: Pleaseee I need you to get some. It’s my reputation on the line here! y/n: Thanks baby, drive safe. I’ll meet you at the dorm

Your last message remained unread for the next couple of minutes. You decide to just take a cab and wait for your boyfriend at the dorm. You wouldn’t want to give a tardy impression on the boys.

Taehyung arrives at his apartment before realizing you’ve already left. He checks his phone and reads your last text from 15 minutes ago before proceeding to smack himself in the forehead. He turns back to the door when he feels a cold wind caressing his arm, causing him to shiver. He looks back to find the sliding door of the balcony was left open. The moist air flows through the opening the size of an open palm. Taehyung shuts the balcony door, carefully dodging the wet patch on the floor. Just as the thunder claps outside, he remembers Yeontan. No wonder apartment was suspiciously quiet, he tells himself. “Tannie!” He calls out, Taehyung’s voice echoing through the apartment. “Tannie, Here boy!” He tries to shake the dog’s food plate but there was not a single bark. Taehyung looks around the apartment, under the bed, inside closets to find it void of his dog. He was starting to get desperate when his phone started ringing. “Taehyung-ssi, where are you? I found your girlfriend waiting for you outside the dorm and it’s raining real hard! What kind of a boyfriend are you?!” Seokjin nags the maknae’s ear off. “Sorry, sorry I’m on my way. Yeontan is missing.” He quickly puts on his shoes and leaves his apartment.

You were surprised to find that the boys were very friendly with you. As soon as you entered the warm dorm after almost freezing outside while waiting for your boyfriend, all the boys gathered to help you with the food you were bringing while giving you a towel to wipe the rain from you. “Whoa that smells good!” Jungkook comments when he gets a whiff of the food you were bringing. “You should’ve just knocked when you arrived, we would’ve let you in.” Namjoon lets you sit on the couch after the rest of them introduce themselves to you. Seokjin excuses himself to call Taehyung, possibly scolding him for being late. When he returns, he announces that dinner is ready. “As punishment for Taehyung, we’ll start dinner without him!”

Everyone complements the food you prepared. There was supposedly enough for everyone but you were surprised by their appetite. “I can’t believe lamb chops could be this good!” Hoseok was clearly having a good time eating the food you made for them. Jungkook couldn’t even be bothered to look up from his plate as he enjoyed the food so much. Rain continued to pour harder outside. You were starting to worry for Taehyung when a loud bang startles you from your seat. The front door slams shut and Taehyung enters, drenched by the rain. “Taehyungie, where have you been? Why are you drenched?” Yoongi asks. Taehyung’s face remain unreadable. “Tae, come eat. We saved you some of the food I made…” You beckon him from your seat at the dining table. “Where’s Yeontan?” He asks, his voice dangerously low. “Taehyung, I can’t believe you’ve been keeping her from us! Her cooking is magnificent!” Jin laughs. “I asked you a question. Where is Yeontan?” Taehung repeats. The mood shifts, causing the members to side-eye each other, wondering why he was behaving this way. “I..I don’t know. He wasn’t there when I left, I’m sure he’s just somewhere.” You answer, suddenly feeling small as your boyfriend stares you down. “The balcony door was open when I came home.” “He could’ve ran away-“ “We live in the 38th floor, y/n! He didn’t just run away!” He yells, making you jolt in your seat. “Tae, you’re upsetting her…” Jimin scolds him. “Oh, now you’re defending her? Weren’t you badmouthing her just two days ago? She brings you food and suddenly you’re all fond of her?” Taehyung snaps, fierce eyes roaming through everyone seated at the dinner table. “Tae, come on its just a dog-“ Namjoon speaks when he gets cut off by Taehyung slamming his fist against the table. “He’s not just my dog, he’s my best friend! He’s my only friend!” Taehyung breaks down crying, doubling everyone’s worry. You stare at Taehyung, blank faced. His tears run down his cheeks, further soaking his rain-drenched shirt. His eyes shift towards you, as if knowing what you’ve done. He eyes the lamb chops with familiarity.

#kim taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #bts x reader

[enbycalicocat]

Day 15: 10th of February, 2021

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There was never anything interesting in the mail. It was always bills and bank letters and useless publicity. Man, everything in life was filled to the brim with advertisement these days. YouTube, Google, your electronic mail, your physical mail, and everywhere! Even the Files application on his phone showed him ads from time to time. If Jimin didn't see the ads YouTube showed him, and he'd trained the app to show him stuff he did actually find interesting, no way in hell was he reading the crap they shoved into the mail box of his apartment.

 So, he leafed through the envelopes, pulled out the bills that needed to be paid, and without a single doubt, threw the rest of it into the trash.

 Jimin took exactly two steps before he stopped abruptly.

 "Wait, what?" He exclaimed, turning around and going back to the garbage can. "Click?”

 That was odd. He seemed to have read a strange name on one of his letters. It had looked to him like the name of a photo developing shop he frequents, Click&Go. He has an account with them. However, he didn't remember paying for any pictures to be developed recently.

But as he went through the mail once more, Jimin didn't find anything. Did he imagine it?

Ah, no, here it is.

 Jimin pulled out the envelope as soon as he read the name of the shop. Then he looked up at the ceiling, like somehow by looking at it he would get an explanation as to why the store was sending pictures to him.

But it didn't offer any answers, so he lowered his eyes and caught a strange color on the mirror as his eyes passed by it. Deeply startled, Jimin's eyes darted to the mirror. But there was nothing to see there. Just him. With his most recent hair color.

 Aish. Really, it had been a week already. He had to get used to the fact that he had pink hair now, and stop getting scared.

 "Ah!" Jimin snapped his fingers, remembering.

 The hair color had jolted a memory. Didn't Jiho and him accompany Taehyungie to get some photos developed a few days ago? Yes! It was right after Jimin allowed the crazy photographer to convince him of dyeing his hair pink. TaeTae had insisted on taking pictures of Jimin, and then after hours of posing and laughing and being a trio of dorks, they'd gone to get them developed.

 Ahhh~ Jimin thought, finally understanding. That explained the envelope.

 He walked over to the kitchen with the letter in hand, all the bills forgotten on the table of the foyer. He was actually excited to see how Taehyung's pictures wound up looking like. The brunette took captivating photographs, his talent showing with every snap.

 When the envelope was open, Jimin sat on the kitchen island and tilted it to get the pictures out.

 And then he stared.

And stared.

And stared.

 Who was this guy on the pictures?

 The handsome stranger had beautiful long black hair. His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at the camera, a look so fond that Jimin could feel the warmth and love just through the picture. But the best thing out of it all was his captivating smile. He was smiling so hard, with so much happiness, that his nose was scrunching like a bunny's. The heart in his chest actually skipped a beat by looking at the piece of paper in his hands.

 Instead of putting the photos down, Jimin kept on going through them. Even when he was absolutely sure there had been some sort of mistake. He was bewitched.

 He watched them so much, for so long, that he began to conclude a few things.

The pictures with the guy in them, where in no way professional. In fact, Jimin was certain they had been taken with a phone's camera. Not that he was some sort of pro photographer and somehow knew how to distinguish that type of thing. No. It's just that some of the pictures had the little hint of a finger in them. And doing that with cameras was not that easy.

But there were also scenery pictures in the pile. Photographs as breathtaking as the stranger was. And there was no doubt in Jimin's mind that those had been taken with a serious camera. The workmanship could rival TaeTae's any day of the week. As a matter of fact, Jimin secretly thought this person was better than Taehyungie. But no way in hell would Jimin ever tell his soulmate that.

Also, those photographs were printed differently than the rest. They were bigger. As if they were meant to be hung at an exhibition or something.

At first, Jimin hadn't noticed anything, but the size on the envelope should've been his first hint that there had been a mistake. All of Jimin's pictures were scheduled to be developed in regular size. They were meant to be added to the family album after all.

 So, they had sent him the wrong envelope. Alright. Whose was it though?

 Reaching out his hand, he grabbed the discarded container of the pictures and read the little tag pasted onto it.

Jeon Jeongguk.

 Who?

 Who was Jeon Jeongguk? He didn't know anyone named like that.

 Jimin kept on reading the tag and his eyebrows climbed up to his hairline from one moment to the next. Apparently it was his downstairs neighbor. His apartment was B-34 and Jeongguk-ssi's was B-24.

 An alarm sounded from the foyer, startling Jimin. He whipped his head around and looked at the kitchen clock.

Crap! He was late to go get Jiho from ballet classes.

 Jolting into movement, he abandoned everything and ran to the entrance of his apartment. Car keys and phone in one hand, Jimin used the other to lock the door, and then ran down the hall. He got on the elevator, mind reeling still. Thinking about this neighbor of his.

 Was Jeon Jeongguk-ssi the guy smiling in the photographs? Or was he the amateur photographer? Or was he the professional one? Ugh. There were too many people. That didn't stop Jimin from wishing fervently though.

Please let the guy with the pretty smile and the galaxies in his eyes be my neighbor.

 His heart skipped yet another beat, a thought flashing by his mind. What if he ran into him while going to get his son, or while coming back?

 No, he chastised himself. He hadn't run into Jeongguk-ssi in all the five years since he'd moved in, he wasn't going to run into him now. His life was not that type of cliché movie.

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Prompt: 15. Write about a random picture you would find in an envelope of finished prints at Costco (or any store where they print photos).

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[bangtansbun]

Little Ones || Part One

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pairing: human!jin and namjoon, and hybrid!jimin, taehyung, & jungkook

genre: all the fluff

summary: Jin finally meets a hybrid (or maybe three) that feels like the right fit for him and they get to see their new home for the first time

series: part 1/??

word count: 3,330

a/n: this is my first time writing a hybrid au and I was really nervous about even starting this because I was afraid I would get certain characteristics wrong, but here goes! I hope you guys like this first part and any feedback you have I’d love to hear it!!

It had been a sleepy day for Jin. All week he had spent his time perfecting different banana bread recipes for his newest article in Easy Come, Easy Dough. Just as Jin was finishing up his article on “5 Autumn Banana Breads,” he got a text from his best friend Namjoon.

New Message From Namjoon:

[2:47pm] Hey, so are you still looking for a hybrid?

To Namjoon:

[2:50pm] Yeah, I just haven’t found one that I’ve clicked with yet :/

From Namjoon:

[2:52pm] Well, someone just brought us some baby hybrids if you wanna come take a look. They’re so cute I almost considered getting one of my own lol

To Namjoon:

[2:53pm] Okay, I’ll head down there in about half an hour! Make sure no one takes them before I get there >:|

From Namjoon:

[2:56pm] You know I can’t actually do that, but okay hyung haha

Jin quickly saved his article and sent it over to his editor before throwing on his jacket and shoes. Namjoon has been managing this adoption center for a while now and was always scoping out hybrids that would work well for Jin, but so far none of the ones at his center seemed right for him. Until today.

Jin can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach at the thought of finally having a hybrid of his own. Someone he can love, dote over, and share his life with. Although some people bought hybrids to keep more as pets rather than a companion, Jin didn’t believe that was right. Whoever he adopted would be his family, his friend, and an equal in many ways. I would have to go shopping today, he thought to himself. Jin quickly shook his head though, trying to not get too far ahead of himself in case it didn’t feel right when he finally met the hybrids.

When he pulled up to the adoption center he took a moment to collect himself. Breathe in, breathe out. Feeling a little more steady and clear-minded, he made his way in. Namjoon gave him a big dimpled smile as soon as he saw his best friend. “Hey hyung, how’s your day been?” he asks as he brought him in for a tight hug. “Ah, you know, same old same old, as far as work goes,” shrugging at him. “Well, hopefully this’ll brighten your day a little bit,” he suggests through a grin as he leads Jin by the hand to the hybrid’s bedroom wing.

Each hybrid had their own bedroom complete with what each would need to live comfortably as they wait to be adopted. However, sometimes the younger hybrids are kept together in larger spaces until they get older to both save space and allow them to develop their social skills properly. This is where Namjoon lead Jin because the hybrids he wanted to show Jin were fairly young.

“We just got a baby bun, bengal kitten, and siamese kitten. I thought maybe a younger hybrid would be more like what you’re looking for and they are so cute,” he gestures toward the windows Jin can view them through. The second Jin turned his head to peek at them all cuddled up together on a bed, he knew immediately he had to have them. Yes, them. Not just one of the hybrids, but all three. His eyes grew soft and lifted up a bit at the corners as his plush lips set into a small smile. “I’ll take them,” he says to Namjoon, his eyes never leaving the sweet, sleeping hybrids.

“Whoa, really hyung?” he’s looking at Jin with wide eyes now. Jin nods his head, “yes, I have to have all three of them. Look at them, I can’t break them up.” Namjoon’s face breaks out into the biggest smile, his eyes turning into crescent moons. He grabs Jin and traps him in his arms, effectively squishing him from pure happiness, “I’m so happy you like them, I know you’ll all be so good for each other.” With that, Namjoon has Jin fill out all of the necessary paperwork and guides him through all of the things he may need to get for his hybrids.

Once all of that is said and done, he leads Jin back to the large space again, where the young hybrids are sleeping and quietly steps in, so as not to alarm them. Namjoon gently rubs their shoulders to wake them up. They all have puffy faces from sleep, their eyes slowly blinking open. The bengal hybrid’s lips set in a cute pout. The youngest one, the bunny hybrid, seems to come out of his sleepy state first, looking up at him with doe eyes. “H-hi Namjoon-ssi. What’s goin’ on?” He pats his head, grinning softly at him, “my best friend, Jin-hyung, wants to take you guys home.” Although hard to believe possible, the bunny’s eyes got even bigger, their doe-like state devasting now to the tall man in front of him. “‘You guys?’ y-you mean kookie and taehyungie, and jimin-ssi get to stay together??” The bengal and siamese kitten hybrids are now listening intently, their fluffy ears oriented forward. “Yes! He wants to keep you guys together,” he says as he starts to stand up from his crouching position to gesture toward Jin.

Jin slowly walks in and crouches down beside the small hybrids, “hi, I’m Jin. Can you tell me your names?” The hybrids all sit up with wide, curious eyes now, the bunny starts first, “h-hi, I’m Jungkookie,” he says with the cutest bunny smile. The bengal looks up at him next, “I’m Taehyung, but you can call me Tae,” one of his spotted ears twitching at the sweet giggle that comes from Jin as he says okay to him. Lastly, the siamese cat raises his beautiful blue eyes to Jin, “I’m Jimin. Are you going to take care of me and my brothers?” Jin looks at him with reassuring eyes, “yes, I am. I’ll take very good care of all three of you.” At that, Jimin steps closer to Jin and nuzzles his cheek into Jin’s chest, the others piling in after him. “I think this is a good sign,” Namjoon says with a chuckle.

After Jin secures all three of them in the backseat of his car and waves off to Namjoon, he realizes he actually does need to go shopping now. He turns around in his seat, “I think we need to get you guys a few things before we head home. Now, we’ll have to get the standard things such as collars and food that you like to eat, but if there’s anything else you want just let me know!” Kook’s eyes and nose are all scrunched up now and he’s bouncing in his seat from excitement. “You’ll get us whatever we need?” Jimin asks Jin with a slight tone of seriousness. It’s clear he feels very protective of his younger hybrid brothers. “Mhm, I want you guys to be happy and healthy. You’re my family now, so whatever you need to feel comfortable I will do my best to get for you.” Jimin’s face softens at the answer, “thank you, Jin-hyung. You’re the best.” The siamese hybrid says this last part quietly and rests back comfortably in his seat, fluffy tail coming to rest gently on his lap, and slowly closes his eyes as Jin begins driving to the hybrid essentials store.

At the store, Jin immediately directs the boys to the collar section, walking over with Jimin’s hand in his, Tae’s in Jimin’s, and Jungkook clutching onto Tae’s arm with both hands. Jimin immediately lets go and runs up close to the collars hanging before him, big eyes marveling at the pretty colors. Tae walks up to a section that piques his interest too, but Kook just stays attached to him. His long black ears drooping a little bit. Jin furrows his brows at this, is he scared? Tae tries to wiggle his arm away from Kook so he can properly look at everything, but he won’t let go, so he looks back at Jin with a helpless expression on his face. Walking up to them, Jin lightly taps Jungkook’s shoulder. “Hey buddy, would you like to be held while you look at the collars?” He quickly nods his head, his black ears perking back up a bit. Taehyung takes this opportunity to go back to looking at the collars.

Just as Jin is stepping closer to show Kook some collars, Jimin comes running up to him, tugging on his t-shirt. “I’ve got mine!! Can I have this one?” he asks excitedly. It’s a pale pink color with a silver loop in the front for a tag. “Of course! I think it’ll go great with your gray fur,” Jin says as he reaches over to scratch his ears lightly. Jimin’s fluffy tail swishes contently from side to side at the act.

Tae’s the next one to find the collar he likes, a gray one made with a soft suede fabric. Lastly, Jungkook picks out a black on with silver studs on it. Once they’ve made their tags for their collars, they wander around the store some more, Kook still perched on Jin’s hip the whole time. Tae picked out a stuffed animal because he has a hard time falling asleep without cuddling something. Jimin found a blanket made of fabric that felt like it was extracted from a cloud. He expressed to Jin that this was important because he frequently naps in places other than his bed and needs to be warm. Jungkook, however, said what he wants cannot he found at a hybrid essentials store. So Jin drove them to a video game store to pick out a few video games that he might like, since that’s how he mostly spends his time. By the time this was all said and done, it was time to head home to fix the boys some dinner and, most importantly, show them their new home.

Although Jin has been living on his own for several years now, he rents a rather large townhome because he knew he would want a light and airy space to work on his baking articles. Luckily, all of the extra space he has is going to come in handy now that he has three new hybrids to take care of. One of the bedrooms was already a spare bedroom so minimal changes will need to be made to that space. The other is Jin’s office space that he sort of made into a room that’ll help inspire him while he works, but he would gladly sacrifice the space for one of the boys, if need be.

As soon as the boys stepped into the open concept living space, their jaws all dropped and their eyes grew 10x wider. A collective “wow” could be heard from the three of them. “Do we really get to live here hyungie??” Kook asked while still holding onto Jin’s hand. “Yeah, this is your new home. Now, I don’t have a separate bedroom for all of you, but there are two so all three of you won’t have to cram into one room.” Jimin looks back at you, “that’s okay, Kookie usually likes to snuggle with someone at night anyway, usually Tae Tae.” At the same time, Tae is spinning around the open space slowly to take everything in, his eyes round saucers and his mouth hanging open in a slightly boxy smile. 

New Message From Namjoon

[5:29pm] How is everything going?

To Namjoon

[5:35pm] Good, I think! We just got home not too long ago so they’re taking everything in. Jimin is very protective of the other two, but hopefully he’ll see I only want to care for them.

From Namjoon

[5:36pm] He’s always been like that but he’ll warm up to you, don’t worry! It would be hard for him not to see how great you are.

To Namjoon

[5:39pm] I hope so, and thanks again for everything today, Joonie. I should get back to the boys though, dinner and hungry bellies call haha

From Namjoon

[5:41pm] Of course, hyung! Have a nice dinner :)

With the reassurance from his best friend, Jin put his phone back in his pocket and brought his focus back to the young hybrids running around. “Hey, why don’t you guys go check out the your new bedrooms while I make us some dinner? How does parmesan crusted chicken with steamed veggies sound?” The all nod eagerly and scurry off down the hallway.

Tae and Jungkook enter the bigger one of the two rooms. Jimin suggested it would be better for them since there’s two of them in one room instead of just one hybrid. Almost immediately, Taehyung pads his way over to the big window, looking out and letting the warmth of the sun hit his face, his golden irises glimmering. The perfect spot for him to bask in the sun in the evenings, golden hour. He placed his stuffed animal by the window, to remind himself to find a blanket to put there later.

Jungkook, however, glanced over to the bed, with its gray comforter and two pillows on it and frowned a little, his ears drooping a little again. He then walked out of the bedroom, leaving Taehyung to himself by the window, and stopped when he got to the entryway of the kitchen. Jin heard the padding of little feet so he turned around to see the small bun standing there, looking down and with one of his long black ears being tugged on. He took quick long strides over to the hybrid and knelt down to his level. “Hey, what’s wrong Jungkookie? Don’t you like your new room?” The bun wouldn’t meet eyes with him, but spoke lightly, still tugging on his ear, “I- um, I need more blankets.” Jin stretches his legs to stand up fully, “oh! Okay, hold on a second.” He walks into the hallway and opens up the linen closet, pulling out three throw blankets. “Is this alright?” he asks as he shows Jungkook what he found. The bun starts bouncing lightly on his feet, his ears no longer sagging, and nods as he takes the blankets from him. Jin grins at him and gives him a pat on his head before he scurried off to his room.

Once inside, he begins to move the blankets around to form a circle. Creating a nest-like place in a corner of the room, a place where he can feel safe and comforted. He steps into the nest of blankets to see if it’s as comfortable as it looks. It must have been because before he knows it, Tae is tapping on him to wake him up for dinner.

As soon as all of the boys were seated at he table, Jin plated up their food and brought it to the table, with glasses of water following. The three hybrids were more than eager to eat the meal Jin had prepared. Their noses twitching curiously when the delicious smells enveloped them. They all dug into the food quickly.

Half way through the meal, Jin noticed that Jimin was playing with his vegetables, chicken already completely gone. “Hey, why aren’t you eating your carrots and broccoli, bud?” Jimin mumbled something as he looked down at his plate, ears laying flat on his head in shame and tail tucked closely to him. “What was that, Jiminie? I couldn’t hear what you said,” his brows furrowed in confusion as he noticed the hybrids behavior. “I don’t really like veggies,” the kitten says still looking down. “Oh, well are there veggies you do like?” The other two watch the interaction curiously. Jimin’s ears lift slightly as he looks up at Jin, “um, well I like corn and mashed potatoes, but our previous owner said that those weren’t real veggies.” Jin chuckles lightly at this, “well, they’re kind of right, I guess, but I’m glad I know now so that we can get you to eat something other than just chicken. If you don’t like a meal I make, just let me know and we’ll find something for you.” Jimin’s ears are all the way back up now and his tail swishing behind him. He nods to Jin, happy that his new owner was so understanding.

When everyone finished dinner, Jin gathered up all of their dishes and brought them to the sink. Turning to them, “would you guys want to watch some cartoons on the couch before we go to bed?” They all hurried over to the couch, snuggling up together, a verbal response to Jin unnecessary. They sat like that for an hour or two, their eyes glued to the screen at first but their lids growing heavier as the night went on. Kook was the first to fall asleep, leaning against the arm of the couch. Taehyung followed suit shortly after him, head resting on Jimin’s shoulder and his spotted tail comfortably resting in his lap. Jimin, was still awake, but looked like he could crash any second. 

Suddenly, he blinked and shook his head slightly before looking up at Jin. “Where am I supposed to sleep tonight, hyung?” His beautiful blue eyes creased with worry as he questioned him. “Well, since your room is still my office as of tonight, you can sleep with me or your brothers. I can also bring blankets and a pillow out here for you if you want to sleep alone. Whatever you’re most comfortable with,” he reached over to gently scratch the hybrids soft gray ears in reassurance. “C-can I sleep with you tonight?” he brought his tail up and was fiddling with it in his hands, seemingly nervous as he waited for Jin’s answer. “Of course, little one, and don’t worry, I’ll have your own bedroom fixed up for you by tomorrow.” At his response, Jimin snuggled up close to Jin, nuzzling his face into his chest. “Come on, bud. I think it’s time we all get to bed.”

Everyone sleepily walked down the hall toward their rooms, except for Jungkook who wouldn’t wake up and had to be carried to bed. Jimin came in the room with Jin to tuck in his brothers and make sure they felt safe. Tae was spooning Kook as their eyes closed and they drifted off to sleep. Light snores spreading throughout the room and peaceful looks on their faces.

When Jimin walked into Jin’s bedroom, following behind him, he abruptly stopped a few steps into the room. Jin had walked into the bathroom to change into pjs, not noticing Jimin awkwardly standing by the doorway until after he came back out. “I can give you a hoodie of mine if you’d like to change before you sleep?” He silently nodded to Jin and then went into the bathroom to change just as Jin had. When he came out he looked nervously at the bed where Jin was sitting with his back propped up against the headboard. “Can I, um, sleep by you or do you want me to sleep by your feet?” Jin looked at him perplexed. “You can snuggle up here with me or you can sleep on top of the covers or really whatever you’d like to feel comfortable, Jimin.” With the reassurance he needed, he climbed up into the bed and rested his head on Jin’s chest, soft gray ears brushing his collarbone, as he turned out the light to fall asleep. “All good now?” The hybrid purred in response, a soft smile playing on his face. “Thank you for bringing us home,” was the last thing he said before he fell asleep, and jin had to fight back the happy tears that threatened to fall down his cheek and onto the hybrid’s sleeping form. He had never felt more right about a decision than he did in that moment about taking in these three precious boys.

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Peripheral, Part 7

Pairings: OT7 x reader; Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Idol AU

Series Summary:  An unfortunate accident leaves Kim Namjoon with amnesia, and Big Hit, BTS, ARMY, and the entire world is desperate to help him regain his memories and knowledge. Fortunately, a new genetics company has successfully created a system to alter our brains into human databases which can help someone regain knowledge and memories through a simple input/output exchange. Can this new invention give us back our beloved leader?

Word Count: 10.8K+

Warnings: cursing, threats of violence, a VERY angry Yoongi (Lil’ Meow Meow goes feral), unfathomable sadness, sexual tension, nipple play, fingering, soft Dom!Yoongi

Taehyung was definitely hearing things and he was starting to freak out. The slow scraping sounds were emanating from outside his bedroom door and they were coming closer.

Shnnck, shnnck, shnnck, shnnck

He pulled his comforter up under his chin and shivered, his mind running a billion different scenarios about what type of sordid creature was lurking in the hallways of their dormitory.

“Jimin-ah,” Taehyung whispered in fright. “Are you awake?”

A soft snore was the only response he got from Jimin. A cursory glance at his phone told Taehyung that it was just after 4 am, so whoever or whatever was out in the hallway making those horrid noises wasn’t any of his brothers.

Shnnck, shnnck, shnnck, shnnck

“Ok, that’s it,” Taehyung grumbled. “I need to figure out what that noise is.”

In a display of faux heroism, Taehyung pulled on a Tata headband and his silk robe. He grabbed a small foam bat from underneath his bed and slipped into his Gucci fur lined slippers. He was the most elegant home defense guardian ever seen, and he was trembling from a mixture of fear and adrenaline.

“Ok, monster,” he whispered against the closed door. “Now, I’m ready for you.”

He was about to open the door when he heard someone groan slightly followed by a sudden crumpling thud just past his door.

Did the monster just die in the hallway?

Taehyung unlocked the door and opened it just a crack to investigate the hallway. In the dim light, he could just barely make out a mass of fluffy pink fabric just past Yoongi’s door. He turned on the flashlight on his phone, and upon further inspection, he saw that the pile of terrycloth on the floor was just Y/N decked out in a pink robe complete with a full ensemble of RJ attire and accessories. The RJ slippers on her feet were the apparent culprits responsible for the shuffling noise Taehyung heard earlier.

I swear Jin-hyung has stock in Line Friends. He spends more on RJ swag than anyone I’ve ever met.

Taehyung snapped out of his thoughts and knelt next to Y/N, trying to rouse her out of the apparent nap she’d decided to take on the floor.

“Noona,” Taehyung whispered. “Why are you on the floor?”

He moved her hair out of her face and noticed that not only did she look a little pale, but her forehead was a little sweaty and warm.

Is she sick?!

In a slight panic, Taehyung attempted to gather Y/N gently into his arms, but her body was nearly dead weight against him. The sound of an opening door grabbed his attention, and he turned to see Yoongi’s sharp feline eyes glaring at him.

“Why are you making so much fucking noise at this hour?” Yoongi griped. “Some of us are trying to sleep, Taehyung-ssi.”

“Hyung,” Taehyung pleaded. “I need your help. I found Y/N-noona like this in the hallway, and I can’t pick her up by myself. I think she’s unconscious.”

The word “unconscious” hit Yoongi like a runaway freight train and he quickly sprang into action, helping Taehyung gather Y/N up from the floor. Yoongi pulled her weight onto his shoulder and started walking toward her room with Taehyung’s assistance. Once they got her situated on the bed, Yoongi was better able to assess the situation.

“Why does she look like Jin’s room exploded on her?” Yoongi asked. “Did he ambush her or something?”

“No,” Taehyung shook his head. “I think she spent the night with Jin-hyung. They were cooking for Namjoon-hyung when Jiminie and I left the kitchen earlier. Maybe they decided to have a little fun with their food?”

Yoongi tried to hide the grimace that pulled at his face, but Taehyung still caught it. He knew better than to pry, so he filed it away to be addressed at a later time.

“Well, where the fuck is Jin?” Yoongi growled. “Did he just leave her like this?”

“I don’t know, hyung,” Taehyung said defensively. “Like I said, I just found her like this in the hallway. What should we do?”

Yoongi shifted uneasily on his feet, trying to figure out the best course of action. He decided to enlist Taehyung’s help, since he was already up and willing to help.

“Go to the kitchen and bring back a few bottles of water,” Yoongi instructed. “I’m going to find her some pajamas without BT21 characters on them. You can help me change her when you get back.”

Taehyung nearly sprinted down the hallway to retrieve the bottles of water, and when he returned, Yoongi was making a small pile of RJ items on the floor. All that was left on Y/N was the over-sized RJ T-shirt.

“She looks so...refreshed,” Taehyung commented. “Did Jin bathe her and then dress her up like that?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi spat. “But I’d like to get her covered up. I guess we can leave the shirt on, but can you help me get these shorts on her? She’s not wearing any underwear.”

Taehyung blushed at the mention of Y/N’s nudity and he met Yoongi’s equally flushed face. They didn’t want to touch her without her consent, but the partial nudity was bound to be an issue once she regained consciousness.

“Don’t make a big deal out of this, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi murmured. “Just lift her hips while I slide the shorts up. Neither one of us is going to touch her inappropriately while she’s in this state. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Yeah, ok,” Taehyung muttered weakly. “I wasn’t thinking anything like that, hyung. I’m just really worried about her, you know?”

“I know,” Yoongi sighed. “It’s going to be ok, Tae. We need to figure out what’s going on. Let’s just take care of her first.”

Yoongi and Taehyung switched places and Yoongi slid the sushi print sleep shorts up past Y/N’s knees. She was still not responding to their movements, and that fact was weighing heavily on both men. Yoongi motioned to Taehyung to lift her hips, and they quickly completed their task. They took a moment to breathe and then they tucked her underneath the comforter. Yoongi shooed Taehyung out the door into the hallway and they made their way to the kitchen.  

“Now what, hyung?” Taehyung prompted. “Should we go talk to Jin-hyung?”

Yoongi shifted his eyes toward the other hallway and grunted his assent. Taehyung followed behind Yoongi as he stomped down the hallway and started battering his fist against Jin’s door.

“KIM SEOKJIN!” Yoongi roared. “Open this fucking door!”

Another door opened down the hall, and Hoseok and Jungkook staggered into the hallway, their faces groggy from sleep.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook murmured. “What’s going on?”

“Yeah,” Hoseok continued. “What’s with all the yelling?”

Jimin wandered in sleepily from the other hallway and his eyes widened at all the activity happening before him. 

“We found Y/N-noona passed out on the floor in the hallway,” Taehyung quickly explained. “She was all dressed up in RJ stuff, so she was obviously with Jin.”

“We know,” Jungkook groaned. “They were getting busy in the kitchen last night.”

“See, Tae,” Jimin whined. “I told you!”

“Wait, what do you mean you found her on the ground?!” Hoseok snapped to attention. “Is she ok? Where is she?”

“She’s fine,” Yoongi gritted out. “Taehyungie and I got her back to her room and into her bed. She’s still unconscious or asleep or something. We won’t know anything until she wakes up.”

Jungkook and Hoseok exchanged concerned looks and Yoongi nearly growled at their silent conversation.

“What?” Yoongi huffed. “Do you two know something I don’t?

“Hyung,” Hoseok began softly. “Jungkook and I had some weird experiences after our transaction sessions with Y/N. We don’t know what it means, but we need to talk to her about it. We’re worried that something went wrong during the transactions.”

“We want to make sure we aren’t hurting Noona,” Jungkook continued. “You don’t think it’s too late, do you?”

“Too late for what?” prompted a voice from the living room.

They all rushed into the living room and glared at Seokjin’s nonchalant demeanor as he walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Yoongi spat. “Why did you leave Y/N all alone in your room?”

“She asked to stay,” Jin retorted simply. “I guess I was too hard on her earlier. I didn’t mind letting her sleep it off in my room since I was the one responsible for wearing her out.”

Yoongi rushed at Jin and roughly pushed his back against the refrigerator. The other members took a moment to react, and they tried in vain to pull Yoongi’s fingers from Seokjin’s shirt.

“You careless asshole,” Yoongi growled. “How dare you leave Y/N alone in your bed? What was so fucking important that you felt the need to abandon her after using her like that?”

“Hey, I made sure she was ok before I left for the hospital,” Seokjin argued. “After I bathed her and fixed her hair, she was sleeping soundly on my bed and she looked very comfortable. I didn’t think I would be gone that long.”

Hoseok maneuvered Yoongi over to the maknae line so they could subdue him, and he put his hand on Seokjin’s shoulder, his eyes firm and his lips drawn into a grim line.

“Kim Seokjin,” Hoseok asked acerbically. “Did you just say that you went to the hospital? The one place we aren’t allowed to visit while Y/N-ah prepares for Namjoon-ah’s therapy?”

Seokjin gulped nervously at Hoseok’s incensed demeanor and he chanced a glance at the other members. The maknae line gawked at Seokjin’s actions while Yoongi merely shot him a malicious scowl.

“I didn’t know we weren’t supposed to go there,” Seokjin protested weakly. “Did I miss a memo or something?”

“Hyung,” Jungkook huffed. “Didn’t you read the materials Bang PD-nim sent us? We can’t see Rapmon-hyung while Y/N-noona is still doing our transactions.”

“Yeah,” Jimin assented. “Any new memories you form after your transaction are going to affect Namjoonie’s transactions later on.”

“It was all in the materials, Jin-hyung,” Taehyung insisted. “I can’t believe you didn’t remember that. It was in all caps under Restrictions.”

Seokjin visibly shrunk after each barbed comment from the maknae line. He was the eldest, but it didn’t necessarily make him the most responsible member in the household. In fact, he was notorious for behaving just as irresponsibly as the youngest members, and he was certainly feeling the sting of that immaturity now.

“Jin-hyung,” Hoseok continued. “I’m not completely sure, but you may not be able to complete any more transactions with Y/N because of this. It could jeopardize the entire process.”

“What?!” Seokjin protested hotly. “No way! That isn’t your call to make. Let me talk to Y/N-ah.”

“You can’t,” spat Yoongi. “She’s unconscious right now. Taehyung and I found her collapsed in the hallway.”

“What?!” Seokjin barked with alarm. “Why? What happened to her?”

“We don’t know because someone left her all alone in his room,” Yoongi reminded him. “I guess she tried to find her way back to her room and she didn’t make it. We had to carry her to the room and get all that fucking RJ shit off of her.”

“Hey, those were gifts, Yoongi-ah,” Seokjin argued. “I gave those things to her.”

“How convenient,” Yoongi persisted in a mocking tone. “You fucked her, you gave her a full spa treatment, and then sent her packing with lovely parting gifts. You’re a real fucking hero, Kim Seokjin.”

The acidic words spewing from Yoongi’s lips made everyone flinch. Now free from the maknae line’s clutches, Yoongi stepped forward to confront Seokjin. Hoseok held Yoongi at bay, but it didn’t stop him from glowering up at Seokjin with his menacing black stare.

“You need to get your fucking priorities straight, man,” Yoongi growled. “We’re all worried about Namjoon-ah, but the rest of us made sure we were careful not to fuck up and do something that would jeopardize his upcoming therapy.”

“I didn’t think-” Seokjin began.

“Yeah, you didn’t,” Yoongi cut him off harshly. “All you cared about was what you wanted and what you needed. Always thinking only of yourself, aren’t you, hyung? Never once thinking of anyone else.”

“Yoongi-hyung,” Hoseok scolded gently. “That’s enough.”

“No, Hobi,” Yoongi backed up. “Look, I know Y/N hasn’t been here that long, but we’ve all become attached to her in some way. There’s no denying that. However, she’s here to help us with Namjoon-ah, and we should be treating her with the respect and dignity she deserves as his therapist. We aren’t supposed to be using her to satisfy our own selfish needs.”

“Hyung,” Taehyung piped up. “We’ve been nothing but respectful to Y/N-noona.”

“Oh really?” Yoongi rounded on the rest of the group. “With the exception of Hoseok, you’ve all been acting like horny idiots. You’re either drooling over her, undressing her with your eyes, or getting jealous over who she spends time with.”

Everyone but Hoseok and Yoongi dropped their guilty eyes and shifted nervously. The tension in the room was increasing exponentially and Hoseok searched in vain for a solution to this problem. Yoongi stepped forward and shoved Seokjin out of the way to open the refrigerator. He grabbed another bottle of water and slammed the door shut. After taking a drink from the bottle, Yoongi leaned forward on the kitchen island and glared at the others.

“There’s not much we can do until Y/N wakes up,” Yoongi stated plainly. “I’m going back to watch over her. I don’t want her to wake up to an empty room.”

“Hyung, Jungkook and I still need to talk to her,” Hoseok reminded him. “Maybe we should come with you?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook whined. “I want to make sure Noona is ok.”

“Tae and I want to come too,” Jimin spoke up. “We still need to do our transactions with her, so we want to help take care of her before that happens.”

“That can wait until later, Jiminie,” Taehyung corrected tenderly. “We need to focus on her health and safety above everything else right now.”

“I also need to apologize to her,” Seokjin urged. “I didn’t realize I was putting her in danger by leaving. You’re right, we all need to take care of her needs.”

“Can you all just shut the fuck up for a moment?” Yoongi lashed out. “Why should I let any of you near her right now?”

“Hyung,” Hoseok prodded gently. “You’re not the only one who cares about Y/N. Like you said, we’ve all bonded with her on some level and we only have her best interests at heart.”

“You think so, huh?” Yoongi smirked sardonically. “I’m sure all of your intentions are pure.”

“Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin piped up. “We just want to help Y/N-noona. Are you really not going to accept our help?”

Yoongi scoffed at all of them and brushed past Hoseok to the stepped entrance of the hallway. He stopped at the threshold and turned back to face them, albeit at a higher level.  

“You know, Y/N may be working as a part time peripheral device for Big Hit, but she’s not a fucking machine, you inconsiderate pricks!” Yoongi fired at them. “I’m only going to say this once, and I’m hoping that you are all paying attention because I’m not going to repeat myself. You will back the fuck off and you will leave her the fuck alone until she’s had enough time to recover from all the bullshit you’ve put her through. I don’t give a fuck what you think you feel for her.”

“Yoongi-hyung,” Hoseok pleaded. “Please, be reasonable. We care about Y/N just as much as you do. Please don’t shut us out.”

“No, Hobi, you don’t get it,” Yoongi cried out. “Based on what I’ve seen and heard so far, the only ones who haven't been treating Y/N inappropriately are you and me. She was not brought to us as some kind of twisted sex service. She’s a real person with real feelings. I will not idly stand by while they attempt to treat her like some kind of mail order concubine.”

“That’s not what we think, hyung,” Taehyung retorted. “We would never do anything to hurt Y/N-noona.”

“Too late for that, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi blurted. “You selfish bastards need to think about Y/N’s well-being instead of focusing on the tightness of your balls whenever you see her. Fucking perverts. If any one of you motherfuckers even tries to bother her, I will personally beat the living shit out of you and slice off your balls. Let’s see you get it up for her then, huh?”

Yoongi stared down everyone of them and they all backed down under his domineering aura, even Hoseok. Before he left down the hallway, Yoongi leaned against the wall and released a troubled groan. He pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his eyes and nose out of frustration.

“Look,” Yoongi sighed out heavily. “I love you all and you are my beloved brothers, but right now, I don’t give a fuck about any of that. There is a woman in our home who has been mistreated and is lying unconscious in her room, probably because of what you all did to her. I swear I’ll fuck you up if you don’t let her rest. Save your bullshit theories and concerns for now. They will be addressed once she’s back to normal. Hobi, will you please keep everyone else away until she’s recovered? I promise I will let you know the moment she’s awake. Now, get the fuck out of my face and stay the fuck away from our rooms!”

With a final huff at their startled expressions, Yoongi stalked down the hallway and disappeared behind Y/N’s door. The rest of the members released a defeated groan and looked at each other, seeking out answers to their growing problem.

“Now what, Hobi-hyung?" Jungkook pouted. “You know Yoongi-hyung isn’t going to let us in there right now, and we still need to talk to Noona about the weird stuff we saw.”

“I know, Kookie,” Hoseok mused. "Give him some time to cool off, yeah? We have other issues to work on at the moment."

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” Jin blurted out. “Why is Yoongi-ah the only one allowed to see her right now? What gives him the right to act like a jealous boyfriend to the rest of us?”

“Hyung, no offense, but you really shouldn’t be talking like that right now,” Hoseok corrected him. “You’ve put this entire therapy preparation at risk by going to see Namjoon-ah in the hospital.”

Jin’s ears flushed bright red and he leaned back against the kitchen counter in an exaggerated pout. He knew he was in trouble, but he was having difficulty reconciling his guilt.

“I’m sorry, ok?” Seokjin breathed out. “It was not my intention to put anyone at risk, not you guys, not Namjoon-ah, and certainly not Y/N-ah. I just...really missed him and I needed to talk to him. I needed to look into his eyes and just be in his presence for a moment. It was so nice just seeing his face and hearing his voice in person. It almost felt like everything might be ok. I just want this all to be over so we can have him back, you know?”

Seokjin’s rant ended on a whimper and they all sighed and nodded with understanding brimming in their eyes. Namjoon was a missing fixture in their lives, and his absence was starting to take its toll on the rest of the group. Taehyung leaned his head down onto Jimin’s shoulder, and Jungkook walked forward to pull Seokjin into a hug. Hoseok watched helplessly as they all regressed into various levels of emotional strife. Jimin and Taehyung were surrounded by an impenetrable cloud of sadness, and Jin and Jungkook were sobbing quietly in the kitchen. Hoseok felt his eyes gloss over and he inhaled a shaky breath as a single tear rolled down his cheek. He corralled everyone over to the couches and sat them all down so they could at least be comfortable in their misery. With another glance down the hallway toward Y/N’s room, all Hoseok could do was hope that Yoongi would be able to revive Y/N.

If anyone can do it, Yoongi can. There isn’t a person in this entire house who is softer than my hyung. Let’s just hope that he hasn’t lost his magic touch.

Hoseok sank onto one of the couches and Taehyung laid his legs across Hoseok’s lap while Jimin continued to stroke his hair. Jungkook and Jin occupied the other couch with a box of tissues between them. They all settled into the comfort of their expensive furniture and tried to clear their minds of doubt and despair. <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

Yoongi couldn’t find anything else to tidy up in Y/N’s room. After placing the laundry in a basket, arranging her shoes in the closet, and wiping down everything in the bathroom, he was at a loss.

What else am I supposed to do?

Reluctantly, he walked back into Y/N’s bedroom and he turned off the light from the bathroom. She was still sleeping soundly on the bed, but as Yoongi watched her, she shifted slightly beneath the comforter and turned on her side. She released a soft moan as she exhaled and her eyebrows knit together slightly. Worried that she might be in pain, Yoongi pulled the vanity chair over to the bed and leaned in to examine Y/N more closely. Her face suddenly clenched and then relaxed, and soft snores began shortly after.

At least she’s moving. That’s a good sign.

Yoongi reached over and placed his hand around her open one and he reached up to brush a few strands of hair away from Y/N’s face with his other hand. The pallor of her skin was alarming, but the heat from her face had dissipated along with the thin sheen of perspiration they'd seen earlier. It was almost as if she'd broken through a light fever throughout the night, and Yoongi took that as a sign of recovery.

Any sign of life is a good sign. Come on, Y/N. Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.

The pet name flickered across Yoongi’s brain and he furrowed his brows at its appearance in his thoughts. Had he and Y/N spent enough time together to warrant cutesy little names like that? He wasn’t completely sure, but it felt right as he tested it out again.

Sweetheart…

Yoongi smiled as he looked at Y/N and he noted that her eyes were starting to blink rapidly as she slowly peeled her eyelids open. Grogginess and confusion settled on her flushed face and she took a moment to assess her surroundings. Y/N’s eyes locked onto Yoongi’s hand clasped around her own and she pouted with questions pushing at the front of her mind.

“Yoongi?” Y/N gruffed out against the pillow. “What’s going on? How did I get back to my room?”

“Taehyungie and I found you on the floor in the hallway,” Yoongi explained. “I think you tried to come back to your room on your own. You don’t remember?”

Y/N yawned loudly and stretched out her limbs as far they would go. Yoongi could swear he heard a few crackling noises as she reached the limits of her extremities. Once she retracted her limbs, she sat up, albeit with a groan and a grimace. Her body was pretty sore from her transactions with Jin, and Yoongi noted the small whimper she released as she shifted her hips back into a sitting position.

"Be careful, Y/N-ah,” Yoongi said. “I think your body is trying to recover from a fever or something. You were pretty warm and sweaty earlier. How do you feel now?”

Yoongi leaned forward to offer her support as she sat up, and Y/N relented and braced her arm on his shoulder to push back against the headboard. Even that small motion left her feeling weak and breathless.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Yoongi,” Y/N pleaded. “Can you go into my closet and find a black plastic case with a handle? It looks like a heavy duty briefcase.”

Yoongi sprang into action and located the case and brought it back to her. It was heavier than it looked, but he managed to lift it onto the bed next to her. Y/N reached over and popped the latches open and lifted the lid to reveal some kind of machine with a collection of wires and sticky medical pads.

"Whoa," commented Yoongi. "What is all this?"

"This?" Y/N pointed out while connecting the wires to the machine base. "This is what I use to run diagnostics on my system. This device is programmed to monitor data storage, various brain functions, and my overall general health. If something is wrong with me, this program will be able to figure out what it is."

Y/N started placing the adhesive pads on the back of her neck, her temples, her forehead, her chest, and her lower abdomen. Even though Yoongi could tell she was familiar with the machine and its operation, he noticed that her fingers trembled occasionally as she connected the wires to the adhesive pads. Once everything was connected and hooked up, she turned on the machine and started pushing buttons. Yoongi was absolutely fascinated by her movements and he laid close attention to her hands as they operated the machinery with practiced ease.  Y/N yelped softly and tried to mask the strained expression on her face, but Yoongi caught it just in time.

"What happened, Y/N?" He queried, his voice full of concern. "Are you in pain?"

"Not necessarily," she squeaked lightly. "I always forget how jarring this sensation is. I promise, I'm ok."

Yoongi nodded, but the look on his face suggested that he would be watching her closely. Once Y/N set the machine to do a full diagnostic scan, she tried to settle back on the pillows, but found the small action somewhat difficult. She twisted slightly and strained her limbs to curl into a more comfortable position. Yoongi smirked at her stubborn insistence on doing everything on her own and leaned forward to still her hands with his own.

“Do you need some help, Y/N?” Yoongi asked sweetly. “That’s literally why I’m here, sweetheart.”

"Sweetheart?" quirked Y/N with a grin. "Since when did you start calling me cutesy names, Yoongi?"

"Since I found you unconscious outside my door, smart ass," Yoongi retorted. "Now, will you please let me help you?"

Y/N released a huff of defeat and held her arms out to Yoongi with a pout on her lips. Yoongi felt his lips twitch into a smirk of triumph and he climbed onto the bed, carefully positioning his knees so he wouldn’t accidentally crush her. With a little maneuvering, Yoongi was able to help Y/N into a comfortable position with the wires from the machine out of the way. He tried to slide off the other side of the bed, but Y/N grabbed his arm.

“Yoongi,” she murmured softly. “Do you think you could stay on the bed with me?”

“Ummm, sure?” Yoongi offered, while climbing back up. “Yeah, I can do that.”

Yoongi crawled over to the space next to Y/N and awkwardly planted himself next to her legs. Once he decided on a position, Y/N pouted cutely at Yoongi and he tilted his head in confusion.

“Yoongi,” Y/N whined. “I was kinda hoping you’d cuddle up and hold me.”

“O-oh,” Yoongi stuttered. “I mean, I guess I-”

“Come on, Yoongi,” Y/N murmured sweetly. “I’m sick.”

Yoongi’s lips quirked into a small smile and he released a sigh of amusement. Y/N’s pout expanded into a wicked grin, proof that she’d successfully convinced him to give in to her demands. Shaking his head, Yoongi scooted closer to Y/N and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, careful to avoid any wires connected to the diagnostic machine. Y/N pushed the covers down to accommodate Yoongi underneath and the two of them snuggled up against the pile of fluffy pillows behind them.

Y/N hummed in approval as she placed her head on Yoongi’s shoulder and traced her fingers across his knuckles. Yoongi chuckled slightly and kissed the top of her head, taking a moment to inhale the sweet scent of her hair. He frowned a bit when he realized that she smelled like Jin’s hair products, but he smothered that disdain before she could catch it. Instead, he watched as her fingertips toyed with his free hand, following the trails of veins visible through his porcelain skin.

“So what now?” Yoongi prompted. “Does this test take long?”

“No, it will probably finish scanning in a few minutes,” Y/N replied. “After the scan is done, I have to wait for the system to process the information. That’s the part that takes the longest. It can take a few hours to fully process all the information.”

“Will you have to stay hooked up to the machine the entire time?” Yoongi wondered aloud. “That would suck.”

“Fortunately, I can disconnect once the scan is complete,” Y/N explained. “Until then, I’m afraid you’re stuck cuddling with me.”

Yoongi groaned playfully and laid his head back in faux annoyance. Y/N giggled and snuggled into Yoongi’s chest, causing him to jerk slightly.

“Y/N, don’t” Yoongi pleaded. “That tickles.”

“Really?” Y/N smirked. “I didn’t realize your chest was ticklish.”

“It’s not my chest exactly,” Yoongi said hesitantly. “You grazed my nipple and they’re kinda sensitive.”

“Sensitive, huh?” Y/N mused. “How sensitive?”

Y/N slipped her hand under Yoongi’s shirt and felt his abdominal muscles clench in response. He inhaled deeply through his nose and held his breath for a few seconds. Y/N placed her warm hand on his tightened stomach and paused. Yoongi released the breath he was holding and groaned slightly.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Yoongi chastised weakly. “You know I can’t move right now. I’m trying to keep those wires in place for your own safety. It’s not fair if you start playing with me right now. Please behave.”

Y/N looked up to meet Yoongi’s pleading glare. It was amazing that he could look both reproachful and beseeching simultaneously. He cocked an eyebrow at her, a silent inquiry that she could only grin at. Y/N leaned up to rub her nose along Yoongi’s jawline, earning a quiet whimper from his lips.

“I haven’t really thanked you for coming to my rescue,” Y/N whispered against Yoongi’s neck. “I’m sorry that I scared you.”

“It’s ok,” Yoongi gulped. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“But I do,” Y/N insisted. “You saw that I was in trouble and you swooped in to help me like some kind of superhero. How can I ignore something so sweet and noble?”

“I think superhero is a bit much, don’t you think?” Yoongi laughed. “Besides, it wasn’t just me. Taehyungie was the one who found you, I just kinda took over because the poor kid looked lost.”

“Well, then I’ll have to thank him later,” Y/N hummed. “But right now, I want to thank you, if you’ll let me.”

Yoongi tensed next to her and he tried to remember how to breathe. Y/N slid her hand further up his bare torso and her fingertips gently brushed across his right nipple. His breath hitched and a small moan escaped from his lips.

“Y/N, sweetheart,” Yoongi gasped. “We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re in the middle of your diagnostic thing and you’re obviously exhausted after the last couple of days with Hoseok and Jungkookie and Jin-”

“Yoongi,” Y/N cut him off brusquely. “I’m not going to fuck you while I’m connected to this machine. I’m not that reckless. I just feel like we’ve been dancing around each other in the dark and I never get a chance to just be with you. You’re always pulling away from me.”

“No, I’m not,” Yoongi argued. “We cuddled on the couch, remember?”

“Yes, I remember,” Y/N assented. “But I also remember you ran off to your room when I invited you to nap with me on this very bed. What are you afraid of exactly? Do you think that I’m going to hurt you?”

“No,” Yoongi whispered. “I’m afraid that I’m going to hurt you.”

Yoongi emphasized his words by reaching up to place a lock of Y/N’s hair behind her ear. He placed his palm on her cheek and sighed at the warmth tingling across his cold fingers.  Y/N slid her hand around Yoongi’s waist and pulled him closer to her body. For a brief moment, they just held each other’s gaze, eyes flickering back and forth, fingers subtly stroking against skin, tension building between them as each millisecond ticked away.

Y/N’s eyes softened and before Yoongi could object, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. His eyes shut tightly and he inhaled sharply as his fingers slipped further into Y/N’s messy locks. Despite his lingering apprehension, Yoongi couldn’t deny his submission to Y/N’s soft lips against his own. He kissed her back and reveled in the soft moan she released. His lips glided sensually over Y/N's and he couldn't resist pulling her bottom lip in between his teeth and nibbling on it playfully. Y/N whined into the kiss and attempted to push her tongue past Yoongi's lips, but she was quickly distracted by the loud beeps emanating from the diagnostic machine.

"The scan is complete," Y/N muttered as she reached over to turn off the device. "Can you help me disconnect everything so I can put this away?"

Yoongi offered Y/N a small smile and pulled her in for another kiss, his lips smothering her and his tongue languidly dipping into her mouth until she was panting and gripping his arm tightly. As soon as she started to reach back under his shirt, Yoongi pulled back and kissed her forehead.

"Let's get all that stuff off of you, yeah?" Yoongi smirked at Y/N's wide eyes and flushed cheeks. "I'm sure you'll be more comfortable when you aren't hooked up to a machine."

Y/N bottom lip puckered into an adorable pout and Yoongi leaned in to nip at it while chuckling.

"Come on, sweetheart," Yoongi insisted. "You don't want to be covered in wires all day, do you?"

"I'd rather be covered in you," Y/N murmured cheekily. "But someone keeps teasing me."

Yoongi winked at her and slid off the bed to help get the diagnostic machine sorted out and put away. As he was placing the black case on the floor by the bed, a vibration in his pocket reminded him that he needed to check in with Hoseok. He checked his notifications and saw a long apologetic message from his brother along with a request for a status update.

🏵️ J-Hooooope 🏵️: Hey, I'm really sorry about that mess of an argument in the kitchen. I'm talking to Bang PD-nim about how to handle this whole Jin situation. I'll let you know what's going to happen as soon as he gets back to me. So aside from all that insanity, how is Y/N doing? Any changes in her condition? We're all very worried about her, hyung. I hope you'll keep your promise and let me know when she's awake. We really need to talk to her.

Yoongi pursed his lips and debated on whether he should inform Hoseok about Y/N's improved condition. A part of him wanted to be selfish and keep Y/N all to himself for just a bit longer, but he knew that there were more pressing issues at hand. As much as he was enjoying himself with Y/N, there were other matters that needed to be addressed first.

Work first, then play.

"Hey, Y/N," Yoongi spoke up. "I know you're pretty tired, but Hoseok needed to talk to you about something important. Would you mind if he came in?"

Y/N perked up at the mention of Hoseok and grinned, and Yoongi tried to mask his disappointment at her excitement.

I have no right to be jealous. I have no right to be jealous. I have no right to be jealous.

Even as he berated himself for his unprovoked envy, he offered Y/N his most convincing smile. She suddenly frowned and took a look at herself for the first time since waking up.

"Ummm, Yoongi," Y/N piped up. "Before he comes in, do you think you could help me take another shower and change into other clothes? I'm just now realizing how gross I feel. You'd never guess that I had a shower yesterday."

"It's that fever you had, sweetheart," Yoongi explained. "Your body went through a lot trying to break it and then you sweated it out onto your pajamas."

"Ugh, gross," Y/N grimaced. " I can't believe you kissed me when I'm like this."

"A little sweat isn't going to scare me off, Y/N," Yoongi chuckled while leaning in to kiss her forehead again. "I don't care how gross you are, I'll still kiss you, sweetheart."

"Awwww, Yoongi," Y/N cooed. "I never knew you were such a sappy guy."

"What?" Yoongi bristled. "Don't like it?"

"No," Y/N smirked. "I love it."

Y/N pulled Yoongi in for yet another kiss and whined when he pulled away from her. He lifted the comforter and tossed it aside to coerce Y/N out of the bed.

"Let's go, sweetheart," Yoongi commanded. "If you want me to help you, let's get this done right now."

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and lowered her feet to the floor in front of Yoongi. The pout on her face dissolved completely when her knees buckled under the weight of her own body. Yoongi was bracing her upright as she tried to evaluate her current condition.

“Why am I so weak?” Y/N wondered aloud. “It feels like I ran a marathon or something.”

“I think you just pushed yourself too hard,” Yoongi offered, while sliding his arm around her back. “You’ve only been here a few days and you didn’t give yourself any rest time in between your transactions. I think your body needs a break, babe.”

“Babe, huh?” Y/N teased. “What happened to sweetheart?”

“Aish, gimme a break,” Yoongi groaned lightly as they walked toward the bathroom. “The pet name thing is kinda new for me. I don’t know what works and what doesn’t, ok?”

Y/N reached out for the counter by the toilet and turned to lean her back against it so she could face Yoongi. His cheeks already had a sprinkling of pink and it was clear that he was feeling exposed and vulnerable under her scrutiny. She reached up to cup his cheek and he sighed while closing his eyes. Taking advantage of his loss of sight, Y/N lifted a single finger to boop Yoongi on the nose, eliciting a flutter of eyelashes and a small pout on his lips.

Oh, Yoongi. Look at that pout! How can one grumpy man be this soft and sweet and absolutely adorable at the same time? It doesn’t seem fair.

“I think I can use the toilet on my own,” Y/N mused. “While I take care of business, can you be a lamb and get me some new pajamas? I want to get back in bed after I get all cleaned up.”

Yoongi glanced around the toilet area, making sure there were ample places for her to grip before nodding in agreement. He turned toward the tub and a stroke of genius hit him.

“I don’t think a shower is the best idea,” he began, while reaching under the sink to grab bath supplies. “Let me run you a bubble bath so you can lay back and relax while you get cleaned up.”

The thought of a hot steamy bath sounded unbelievably enticing, and with all the bottles and bags Yoongi was gathering, Y/N was starting to get really excited about it.

“Umm, yeah, sure,” Y/N blurted out. “That actually sounds lovely, Yoongi.”

He offered her a shy smile as he started turning on the faucet and adjusting the temperature. Once he was satisfied with the warmth of the water, he began pouring in scented liquid soap and bath salts, and he even tossed in a large elaborate pink glittering bath bomb in the shape of a maneki-neko.

“Why do you guys have all of this bath stuff?” Y/N laughed. “Don’t get me wrong, it all smells amazing. I just didn’t think you’d have all of this in the house.”

“Hey, don’t mock,” Yoongi smirked. “We like to lay back and relax just like everyone else. The company lets us order whatever we want, so we keep all the bathrooms fully stocked with bath products.”

The tub was already reaching the desired depth, so Yoongi turned off the taps and walked over to place the softest of kisses on Y/N’s cheek. She actually blushed a little at his sweet gesture. He reached into a drawer and placed a black hair tie and a fluffy black headband with cat ears on the counter.

“Do your thing while I find you some jammies, yeah?” Yoongi murmured against her cheek. “You can use this to put your hair up so it doesn’t get wet. When you’re ready, you can get in the tub, but please be careful, sweetheart. If you don’t feel strong enough to move that far, then please wait for me. I don’t want you to get hurt, ok?”

Yoongi snuck one last kiss from her lips before biting his lip with a smile and walking out into her bedroom. Y/N sighed happily and carefully maneuvered herself over to the toilet. Once she was done, she mapped out a path to the tub along the counter top and wall. With a little patience, Y/N made it over to the tub, shucked her clothes onto the floor, and gingerly lowered her aching body into the fragrant heated water. The relief was instantaneous and she moaned out in delight as the water enveloped her in soothing comfort and calming scents.

When Yoongi wandered back into the bathroom, Y/N was leaning back against the inflatable pillow Yoongi had set up for her with her eyes closed. She was floating in pure bliss as the bubbles strategically masked her nudity from Yoongi’s wandering eyes. He placed the bright blue pajamas covered in penguins on the counter and pulled the vanity chair over so he could sit beside the tub.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” Yoongi asked. “You look very happy right now.”

“Mmmmmm, I am,” Y/N moaned lightly. “Well, for the most part. My muscles are loving the hot water, but I still feel really sore.”

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi chuckled. “Does my sweetheart want a massage? I might be persuaded to offer my hands up for a little massage, if you’re interested.”

Y/N's eyes glimmered with anticipation as she lifted one tired leg out of the water and offered it to Yoongi. He scooted the chair closer and wrapped his hands around her dripping calf. When his nimble fingers started pressing into her muscles with practiced precision, she couldn't keep her delicious moans to herself.

"That's it, sweetheart," Yoongi cooed. "Let it all out. How good does it feel?"

"Mmmmm, Yoongi," she gasped. "That feels amazing."

The corners of his lips turned up at her tone of voice. He moved his hands to her thigh and massaged out the aches along her quads and hamstrings. Every inch of her body was heavenly against his fingertips and he silently thanked the Universe for allowing him to bring her some ease. Each groan and gasp evidence of the stress and tension lying dormant in her muscles, and Yoongi was determined to vanquish those demons from her body by any means necessary.

She works too hard. I doubt I can slow her down, but maybe I can convince her to take a day to just recover.

Yoongi ran his fingers along her leg one last time and placed a kiss on the top of her knee before placing it back into the water. Y/N’s eyes fluttered at the intimate gesture and she was thankful for the warmth of the water masking the flush creeping across her skin. As Yoongi moved around to the other side of the tub, Y/N lifted her other leg out of the water. He repeated his motions to the newly revealed limb.

“Yoongi, your hands,” Y/N mewled softly. “They’re just, just-”

“Just what, sweetheart,” Yoongi smirked while pressing his thumb across the arch of her foot.

“Magnificent,” Y/N groaned in response. “Magical, Heaven-sent, ugh, pick an adjective.”

He chuckled as he moved on to her other thigh and soon found himself distracted by the sliver of pink that was tracing a line across her lips as he massaged. That devilish tongue would be his undoing if he didn’t find some way to keep his lewd thoughts at bay.

“Hey,” Yoongi piped up. “We never finished our conversation from the other night.”

Y/N’s eyes blinked open and shifted over to Yoongi’s face. The man was deep in concentration as he massaged her thigh, not revealing any hint of an ulterior motive as his fingers danced inches away from her center. Y/N tried not to think about it, but the way Yoongi’s fingers felt on her skin was incredible and her mind wondered what they would feel like elsewhere.

Yoongi, you’re such a tease.

“Which conversation?” Y/N replied calmly. “The one about our old flames? I think we finished up that depressing bit of information.”

Yoongi kissed her other knee and placed it back in the water, then moved to the back of the tub so he could massage her shoulders. He placed his hands along her neck and began soothing out the tension she was holding. Her satisfied hum made him smile, knowing that he was helping her in some small way. Encouraged by her compliance, he continued the conversation.

“No, not that one,” Yoongi grinned. “We were talking about our pets. I was telling you about my dog Holly, and you were talking about that ferret you used to have in college. What was her name?”

“Oh, yeah, Freya,” Y/N sighed. “I should’ve named her Loki. That little fur nugget was always getting into trouble around my apartment.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked while moving his hands to massage her shoulders. “What would she do?”

“What wouldn’t she do?” you laughed. “She would hide my keys, take the insoles out of my shoes, roll around in my clean laundry, hide in drawers, you name it. She was a menace!”

“That actually sounds really cute,” Yoongi giggled. “I can just imagine you getting all flustered over little things like that and yelling at a ferret.”

“She would actually chitter back at me,” Y/N pouted. “Like she was mad that I was yelling at her. Gods, I miss her.”

Yoongi hummed in response and started massaging along Y/N’s shoulder blades which had her moaning loudly and leaning forward in the tub. Her exposed back shimmered with scented water and suds, and Yoongi licked his lips at all that naked skin. He continued massaging the knots he felt in her upper back while admiring the smooth expanse of skin before his eyes.  

“Yoongi,” Y/N gasped. “Can you go back left a bit? There’s a knot there that I can’t seem to get on my own.”

His deft fingers went in search of the offending intruder in her muscle and when she groaned and tensed her shoulder, he knew he’d found it. After a few moments of digging into that one spot, Yoongi finally relented and pulled her back to lean against the tub. The suds across her chest slipped lower and lower until her full breasts were on display, glistening in the brightness of the overhead lighting. Yoongi gulped and tried to pull his eyes away from them, but the sudden exposure to the air tightened her nipples. The twin peaks stiffened and called out to Yoongi. His fingers twitched and he had to lick his lips yet again.

“Y-Yoongi?” Y/N stuttered. “Are you ok?”

She turned her head to look at him and caught the bright pink spreading across his cheeks, the dilating pupils fixated on her exposed bosom, and the way he swiped his tongue across his lips hungrily. He snapped out of it when he realized that he’d been caught staring, and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t be looking at you like that.”

“Why?” Y/N murmured. “What if I want you to look at me like that?”

“I’d say that you’ve been through enough the last couple of days,” Yoongi retorted. “I shouldn’t even be thinking about stuff like that. You need to rest.”

“What if I don’t want to rest?” she whispered seductively. “What if what I really need is a little tender care? Would you be willing to give me that, Yoongi?”

Yoongi blew out a huff of frustration. His heart said she needed to rest, his mind argued that she was a grown woman and a professional scientist who knew her body better than he did, and his dick was twitching to life, begging to be touched, specifically by her. It was difficult to decide who was going to win this argument. Maybe they needed to settle this the old-fashioned way?

안내면 친구 가위 바위 보 (ahn naemyeon jin guh, gawi bawi bo!)

Before Yoongi could see who played what in his mental Rock, Paper, Scissors game, Y/N’s fingertips tracing the line of his erection in his pants brought him back into the moment. He groaned at her soft touch, but he couldn’t let this be about him.

If she needs this to relax, then that’s what I have to do. But this can’t be about me. I just have to focus on her.

“Y/N,” Yoongi replied huskily. “If you want me to take care of you, then you can’t touch me, babe.”

“No touching?” Y/N pouted. “That’s no fun.”

Yoongi gathered her fingertips away from his crotch and pressed tender kisses into her palm before placing it on the edge of the tub. He reached into the water, and she shivered in anticipation. He pulled her other hand out of the water and placed it on the other edge of the tub. She narrowed her eyes at Yoongi and he just shot her a big gummy smile in response.

“Oh come on, now, sweetheart,” Yoongi tutted playfully. “If you want to play, this is the only way I’m going to do it. You’re all about consent, so I’m going to ask you. Are you willing to play by my rules?”

Y/N settled back against the tub and sighed heavily while drumming her fingertips along the edge of the tub. Yoongi crossed his arms and patiently waited for her response.

“What are the rules?” Y/N pouted. “Tell me what they are and then I’ll decide whether I want to play or not.”

“You’re a bratty one, huh?” Yoongi smirked. “Well, you have to keep your hands on the edge of the tub at all times, you have to tell me if anything starts to hurt or if you feel dizzy or sick, and just for fun, I want you to talk to me the entire time.”

“The entire time?” Y/N whined. “What the hell am I supposed to talk about?”

“Whatever you want,” Yoongi grinned. “I’ll help you out if you need talking points.”

“Hmmmm,” Y/N debated. “Ok, I think I can agree to those terms. I consent, Min Yoongi. Now what?”

Yoongi’s smirk intensified and he tossed a folded towel on the floor before kneeling on it behind Y/N. His hot breath on her neck sent goosebumps rippling across her body, and she sighed sweetly when he pressed a big kiss on her shoulder. When his tongue laved up the side of her neck, she inhaled sharply and gripped the edges of the tub tightly.

“Ah, Yoongi,” she gasped.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Yoongi teased while nipping at her earlobe. “Is my girl a little sensitive right now?”

Y/N could only nod as Yoongi continued kissing along her neck and shoulders, nibbling every so often to draw small whimpers out of her. His hands made another glorious appearance on her shoulders and he massaged them lightly before sliding forward and cupping her bare breasts. Yoongi gently explored Y/N’s curves, pausing only a moment to pull slightly at her stiffened nipples. Y/N’s hips rolled in response and Yoongi kissed her flushed cheek before licking at the shell of her ear.

“Your breasts are so beautiful, Y/N,” Yoongi drawled. “They fit so well in my hands. Look at those pert nipples, just begging for more attention. Should I give them what they want, sweetheart?”

She nodded more enthusiastically while a small whine tumbled out of her lips. Yoongi shook his head and bit down on her shoulder, transforming the whine to a yelp.

“Remember my rules, sweetheart?” Yoongi reminded her. “You have to keep talking while I play. Why don’t you tell me more about why you decided to work in a technology field alongside genetic engineering? I’m sure that wasn’t an easy choice.”

“U-u-umm,” Y/N answered unsteadily. “It happened by accident, actually.”

Yoongi shifted his body along the edge of the tub until his hands brushed across the top of Y/N’s clenched fingers on the edge. He dipped his head lower until he could pull one of her nipples between his lips, suckling gently as the scent of citrus and lavender invaded his senses. He released the nipple with an audible pop. He looked back up at Y/N and her eyes were bolstering full of undiluted desire. He’d barely touched her, but the look on her face spoke volumes about how riled up she was.

“An accident, you say?” Yoongi smirked. “How does something like that happen by accident?”

He reached over to give the other nipple a little attention with his fingers while his tongue snaked out and flicked across the nipple closest to him. He withheld a triumphant chuckle as he watched her fingers whiten from the intensity of her grip on the tub.

“I, ah, well,” Y/N continued. “I took a bio-engineering class out of curiosity during my senior year, and I, ah, ended up loving it.”

Yoongi reached over and grabbed a large natural sponge from the basket next to the tub and dipped it into the water, gathering a large amount of water. When it fully swelled with liquid, Yoongi pulled it out and started dribbling warm fragrant water across Y/N’s chest, causing her to buck her hips slightly. After each waterfall, his other hand continued to stroke her breasts, always paying special attention to her precious nubs.

“Really?” Yoongi mused. ‘What did you love about it, babe?”

Yoongi started brushing the sponge gently across her skin and Y/N found the rough texture to be invigorating. Her legs started rubbing together under the water, and Yoongi tracked the motion and smirked.

“It was, ah, it was,” Y/N attempted to speak. “It was fascinating. All the, ah, things you could create using a-a-artificial tissues and fluids. I just, ah, I just w-wanted to learn MORE.”

As Y/N reached the word more, Yoongi had slipped his fingers into the water between her legs, lightly cupping her sex. He didn’t move at first, allowing Y/N to adjust to his touch, albeit not without clenching her thighs together and whining in protest.

“You couldn’t give me a warning, Yoongi?” Y/N pouted. “I almost screamed.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Yoongi chuckled. “Besides, I’m the only one here. Who else would be touching you, sweetheart?”

She could only pout at him in response and he leaned forward to kiss her lips. He pecked at her lips until she started to kiss him back and then he pulled away with a smirk.

“So you wanted to learn more, huh?” Yoongi nodded. “That sounds like the start of a real passion. You picked two insanely competitive fields to work in, babe. I’m floored by the amount of success you’ve been able to achieve.”

“You’re one to talk,” she shot back. “You’re in the music industry, aren’t youuuuuuuu?”

Y/N’s words transitioned into desperate mewls as Yoongi started dipping his fingers across her slick folds. His pace was painstakingly slow and Y/N canted her hips forward, trying to get more friction from him. He pulled his hand away to her thigh and pushed her back down with a chuckle.

“You have to hold still, sweetheart,” Yoongi growled softly. “Now, why don’t you tell me about what it was like working in Japan when you first arrived. That had to be a lot different from your life in America.”

“It was,” Y/N gritted out as Yoongi’s hands slipped back into her folds. “I already had experience c-c-commuting by train in N-New York, ah, but Japan was so different. It was so, ah, high tech.”

Yoongi started moving his fingers a little faster, toying with her clit until she squeaked out a moan.

“Tell me more,” Yoongi insisted. “What was the first thing you ate when you moved to Japan?”

“Sushi,” Y/N gasped out. “I had lots and lots of sushi. Gods, your fingers, I can’t get over how incredible they are.”

“They’re not bad,” Yoongi teased. “What about your apartment in Tokyo? What was that like?”

Yoongi reached over with his other hand and started playing with her breasts and nipples again, extending the amount of tingling sensations assaulting her body. Her breath was shaky and she was biting down on her bottom lip which had Yoongi enthralled.

“It was nice,” Y/N whined while fidgeting against the back of the tub, her hands clamped onto the sides of the tub like vice grips. “Small, but very nice.

Yoongi dragged his fingernails between her breasts, leaving a soft pink trail in their wake. It wasn’t rough enough to leave  marks behind, but the sight just spurred Yoongi’s lust forward. The shift in sensation had Y/N gasping for breath, and Yoongi increased the speed on Y/N’s clit for good measure.

“Ah, Yoongi,” she moaned. “I’m getting close.”

“You are?” Yoongi asked. “I didn’t realize you were so sensitive. Well, then, I guess I should help you get closer, yeah?”

“Yes, please,” Y/N begged. “Please, I need more, Yoongi.”

Yoongi leaned in and captured her lips, stroking her tongue with his own. He plunged two fingers into Y/N’s aching center and continued stimulating her clit with his thumb. Between his formidable tongue and his nimble fingers, Y/N didn’t stand a chance. She was quickly swept away in a current of pure bliss as a powerful orgasm crested across her body and rolled along her nerve endings in exhilarating pulses. It was different from the orgasms she’d experienced with the others. This was softer as it flowed through her body, and the afterglow left her feeling hazy and warm. Yoongi worked her through the aftershocks of the orgasm and then slowly moved his hands up to cup her cheeks while he continued to kiss her. He gave her one last lingering kiss and then pulled away to grab a towel from the stack to dry his hands.

“How are we doing, sweetheart?” Yoongi asked. “Are you ok? Anything I should be concerned about?”

Y/N sighed and stretched out her limbs in the tub with a happy squeal. Yoongi giggled at the glee evident on her face, and he grabbed a large fluffy towel from the stack.

“Ok, ok,” he expressed with satisfaction. “ Come on, get out of the tub before you start getting all pruney. Be sure you give yourself one last swipe with that sponge though. Someone was a bad girl and got herself dirty again.”

She rolled her eyes and cleaned up between her legs before standing up. The sound of the water cascading down her body was a temptation in and of itself. She rose up from the tepid bath looking like Aphrodite emerging from the pink sea foam, and the sight made Yoongi’s throat dry up instantly. He stepped forward so she could brace her hands on his shoulders while stepping out of the tub. Once she was once again on solid ground, Yoongi wrapped her body in the soft warm Egyptian cotton. Her light giggle caught him off guard and he tilted his head in confusion at her.

“The last time you put a towel on me, you were running away afterward,” Y/N reminded him with a grin. “I’m just hoping you don’t leave me hanging this time.”

Yoongi’s cheeks and ears were drenched in red as he remembered their last embarrassing encounter in her room. He pouted at her giggles, but only succeeding in multiplying them when she saw the adorable look on his face.

Desperate to silence her mocking laughter, Yoongi pulled on Y/N’s covered hips and pushed her against the bathroom wall, stifling her laughter with a yelp. He held her hip in place with one hand and gripped her chin firmly with the other. There was a moment of electric tension between them before Yoongi seized her lips with his own and had her moaning into his mouth within seconds. His hands slid up her sides and buried themselves into her hair as he continued to own her mouth with his lips and tongue. Once he felt her legs start to buckle, he pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers with a chuckle.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Yoongi breathed out. “That bratty little mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble one of these days.”

“Promise?” Y/N gasped out cheekily, still reeling from the symphony he’d played on her body.

Yoongi unleashed another brilliant gummy smile at her request and kissed her lips again, only softer and with an undercurrent of emotion attached to it. When he finally broke the kiss, he nipped at her nose before grabbing the towel to dry her off a little better.

“Why don’t you finish drying yourself off while I clean up this mess and get your pajamas, sweetheart?” Yoongi offered. “Then we can put you back in bed before I bring Hoseok-ah in to see you, yeah?

Y/N nodded happily in agreement and watched Yoongi empty the tub, put away the bath items, and gather up her penguin themed pajama set. Even though they had yet to share a transaction, she felt closer to Yoongi than anyone else in the dorm. There was just no way to explain the unbelievable comfort she felt when she was with him, and he was always so conscious of her needs and desires. It was unlike any other relationship she’d experienced before, and that was including the handful of exes she had in her past. The fuzzy feeling in her brain made her sigh out with some inexplicable emotion.

Oh, Yoongi. What are you doing to me?

After getting the bathroom sorted out and Y/N back into clean pajamas, Yoongi led her back to the bed and tucked her in. He’d already texted Hoseok to explain what was going on, so he knew that his brothers were expecting an update in person from him.

“I have to go talk to the guys for a bit, babe,” Yoongi explained. “Get comfy and watch TV or something until I get back. I promise I won’t be gone long.”

Y/N pulled on his shirt and pouted, which Yoongi quickly kissed away. Their intimacy was becoming second nature, and a small part of Yoongi’s brain screamed at him to not get attached so easily. There were so many factors in play and he couldn’t afford to get swept away by romantic notions.

Not yet.

“Stay in bed and rest, sweetheart,” he demanded. “You’re still not at 100% and that diagnostic machine hasn’t sent you alerts yet, has it?”

“Nope, not yet,” Y/N replied while checking her phone. “I will let you know when it does.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back,” Yoongi assured her while booping her nose playfully. “Stay here.”

After stealing one last kiss from Y/N, Yoongi slipped into his slippers and walked into the hallway. The darkness of the hallway was unsettling, but the sound of voices coming from the kitchen comforted him. It was time to talk to his brothers.

I just hope they aren’t too mad at me.

Author’s Note: It’s been SO LONG since I went back to this fic, and I’m glad I finally did. I really missed these characters. Luckily, they were patiently waiting for me to continue the story. I hope you enjoy this latest update. Summer break is coming up soon, so I hope to get a LOT more writing done. Happy reading, everyone! Thank you to @xxxille-girlxxx (my soulmate-Goguma) for Beta reading this for me. BORAHAE!!!

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#peripheral #bts smut #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts fluff #lil meow meow #bangtan #bts bangtan sonyeondan #kim taehyung #v taehyung #park jimin #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #ot7 #ot7 fanfic #ot7 fic

[youarejesting]

Femme: 42

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Eric Nam.

Rating: Mature

Length: 4.6k

Warnings: sex, pregnant sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (female receiving), spanking, Tae-Jin sandwich, praise, birth. NO PROOF READING OR EDITING.

Announcement: this chapter was so easy to write I think it was because of all you guys showing it love. 

Recap: Yoongi had a taste for baby food, the Bangtan family moves house, the BTS Femme channel grows some more and Kyungju goes to daycare. You make an unlikely friend and save him from peril. Sharing an intense moment with Namjoon in the hospital. Namjoon’s father, the bean that he is, makes a new friend in Eric. 

Seokjin dressed in his nicest button-down and his softest emerald cardigan. He picked up his blazer with a smile. You were old fashioned and so was he, his mother always told him to bring a handkerchief and a Jacket so he could give them to his loved one. Sneaking glances to the other side of the master walk-in closet. You were only wearing your lingerie but you picked up a beautiful emerald green dress and some flats. You must have noticed his colour choice and decided to match.

He watched you struggle to pull the dress down over your belly and decided to help. He took the hem and gently unravelled the back and it slid down with ease. Giving him a big smile you eyed him up and down. How could he be so handsome? With nimble fingers, he brushed your hair behind your ear and secured it with a beautiful clip. It was a silver feather and looked rather cute on.

“I like when I can see your pretty neck, my love” He undid your velvet black collar and placed it onto the dresser. You felt a wave of shame. It felt wrong to not wear it. It was like you did something wrong and was being punished, you reached out to grab it but he was already fastening something to your neck. He steered you to the mirror to see a beautiful choker necklace.

It was stunning and your eyes went wide. With a delicate yet intricate design, it sat securely to your neck and with white gold chains hung a crescent moon with a star inside. “This is something pretty you can wear when going out” Turning you pressed your lips to his tasting a honey flavour. He pulled you close your round belly preventing your bodies from really touching. “We should be on our way”

You followed him in a daze. Seokjin stopped picking up his dark Jacket and pocketing a handkerchief for the journey. Walking out, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok were all dancing with Kyungju. They wished you fun on your date and you left to a Kombi van in the driveway. “I know it’s not the nicest of cars but, with our growing family this seemed like the best choice”

“A van seriously!” That wasn’t the way he expected you to say it turning to your bright smile and adoring eyes, you ran to the doors and threw it open, you explored the inside with a childlike nature. “It’s huge”

“You like it?” “You kidding this is my dream car” “When I was a kid we would always go places, but someone always had to stay behind as there wasn’t enough room, or we had to take multiple cars and that really made me mad, but, this is amazing. We can take a camping trip to Taehyung’s family farm, his father keeps asking for us to visit” You ran your hands along the seats.

Seokjin checked the time and grinned, “We have to get moving we have reservations, let’s go for a drive” He started the engine and pulled out onto the road driving sensibly, his hand resting on your thigh. Unwinding the window you laid your head just on the edge of the door so you could feel the breeze.

You were happy. Truly. There was nothing you wanted more than a drive on a warm night with a cool breeze. Arriving at a beautiful theatre you thought that perhaps you were watching a musical or ballet. But he led you through the crowds to grab some snacks and drinks. He waited outside the bathroom while you went. You knew you had to go before whatever you were watching.

You were glad of your choice as it wasn’t a musical, play or Ballet. It was a comedy show and you were laughing so hard enjoying the show. Seokjin was laughing so hard it made everyone laugh even more. After the show, you both ate at a buffet talking to your camera for your channel talking about your night. Laying your head on his shoulder listening to him sing to the radio. This was perfect. It always took Seokjin a long time to relax from work. You loved his childish side.

Arriving home giddy from the evening activities, you both headed to the bathroom. Seokjin ran a warm bath with scents and candles, he stepped in first and pulled you to sit between his legs. You laid back against his chest and he ran his warm hands over your belly, trickling warm water over the baby bump. He giggled into your hair as he felt the baby wiggle and move inside you.

“This baby is definitely JK’s, Kyungie barely moved in your belly, but this little one is an active one, and that scares me” Deciding to move to the bed when you yawned for what seemed like the thirtieth time. Sinking into the soft mattress your back clicking back into place as your spine stretched out, Seokjin draped his arm over your waist and held your belly his soft breathing in your ear.

Taehyung feeling your presence in his sleep rolled over sliding his hand past you to hold Seokjin’s waist his soft flat tummy pressed against your swollen one. He spoke to you in his sleep not really making sense but just mumbling to you. Your dreams were filled with vivid colours and strange concepts.

You woke the next morning still wrapped up in a Tae-Jin sandwich, you tried to escape to go to the toilet. They woke and laughed watching you waddle off to the bathroom. When you left the bathroom the two were still lying there looking so comfortable sharing kisses. They held their arms out wiggling their fingers enticingly in your direction. You crawled back in between them and they stripped you from your clothes kissing and touching you so gently.

Taehyung took out his camera and was snapping pictures of the two of you asking you about your date. Seokjin was kissing and massaging your body making loud moans escape your body. Taehyung fascinated by the sounds escaping your body covered your mouth with his and mingled his own to make beautiful harmony. Seokjin smiled up at you.

“Taehyung-ssi, let’s climb to the top” Taehyung grinned at his Hyung the two using two fingers to walk up the small hill that was your belly. “Wow, the view is so beautiful up here?”

After the playful banter and laughter between the two, you crossed your arms feigning anger. “No you are beautiful, we love you?” “Prove it?” “Are you sure you want this handsome Oppa to prove to you how much he loves you, you might regret it”

“I don’t see an Oppa, I see Taehyungie and an Ajhussi” you grinned and his mouth fell open. “The disrespect,” he said rolling you onto your side and spanking your bottom, he was in no way assertive like Namjoon, Hoseok or Yoongi but he played the part well none the less. “You will regret these words”

Lifting you onto your hands and knees he didn’t hesitate to join his lips to your heat. Taehyung grinned watching your mouth fall open unable to retort. You were a mess when he tongue circled your clit fingers curling deliciously inside your pussy. Hand lurching forward trying to grab for Taehyung, who interlaced your fingers together.

Taehyung was truly captivated by your beautiful bodies. His trousers were extremely tight and he shifted uncomfortably. You felt the warmth in your lower regions spreading while the coil in your stomach twisted further ready to snap. Seokjin pulled back, “Tell me, my love, If I am an Ajhussi then I must be too old to fuck you” he licked his lips wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“I don’t think you are too old Hyung” Taehyung grinned at Seokjin, the two had been fooling around a lot, experimenting and switching the roles of their bedroom relations. You were always interested to see who took charge on their day to day intimacy. “Ah, then I shall have to fuck my Taehyungie instead unless someone wants to beg me.” Seokjin raised his eyebrows towards your panting form he really almost had you on his tongue earlier.

“Jinnie please, it was a joke” He didn’t listen climbing onto Taehyung and kissing him his hand sliding into the photographer’s baggy lounge pants. Taehyung was clutching the front of Seokjin’s shirt his back arched trying to suppress any sound. “Ngh…” Taehyung was panting heavily his strangled whines the only sound he could communicate. “Come on pretty boy, you can do it” Seokjin’s fist tightened around Taehyung’s cock pumping faster trying to send him over the edge. He was squirming unable to stay still as he came onto his stomach and chest.

“Jinnie can you please do that with me?” “What did you say?” “Can you please fuck me” you muttered “I can darling”

Propped up with pillows against the headboard, Seokjin knelt between your legs stroking his dick, He took his time burying himself between your wet folds. Taehyung was exhausted but grabbed his camera to take some photos his eyes never leaving the place where you two were joined. “That’s beautiful” he smiled you knew he had a strange way of seeing things and this had to be one of those moments. “It just looks like love”

Taehyung was so sentimental and found beauty in the strangest things.

Jung kook was walking around the house in his tank top and gym shorts, he finished work hours ago and yet hadn’t had time to change. He was fiddling with his fingers and pulling at the hair to the new nursery, he was unsettled. You finally had enough and called him in. His eyes were shadowed, you knew whatever it was had been plaguing him for more than this evening “What is wrong Yeobo?”

“Nothing really” “Kookie, tell me please I want to know” “I am nervous, it’s getting closer and I don’t want to see you in pain again, I… I just can’t” “Kook, millions of women before me have had children in worse conditions, I think I can handle it okay, it’s enough to know you care” “I will be there and I will hold your hand the whole time” “You make it sound like it’s my first day of school, Kookie I would rather you weren’t there because I don’t want you to see me in pain or you will blame yourself for the rest of your life, I want you to be strong and wait with the boys and sing me that pretty song you all wrote for my birthday”

Gasping you took his hand and placed it against your tummy he waited patiently. This wasn’t the first time he felt the baby kick but it was his favourite thing. You loved how his face would light up his eyes sparkling and bunny teeth on show. He ran out the room his feet tapping against the floor, you were confused and before you could follow him he ran back wearing a jacket.

“I made something?” He opened the jacket to reveal a black shirt with white writing it read ‘Team Y/N’ and it had a bulletproof vest emblem over the heart. He smiled and held up yours and he flipped it over and it said ‘Mum’ on the back in Korean. He turned and you saw ‘Dad’ written on his back. He then held up two tiny suits one said ‘brother’ and another ‘baby’. “I made them for everyone, the boys have theirs laid out on the bed for later.”

You felt extremely encouraged, you were going to have your own little cheerleading team. The nursery was finally painted and decorated the theme was grey, white and pastel mint green, the clothing colours you had chosen were pastel mint green and white.

You were finally full term, the due date had past and you were playing a waiting game. Trying everything safe to help you go into Labour. You were dancing not too vigorously when that didn’t work you gently bounced on a birthing ball. An Idea struck you and you walked into the studio and turned Yoongi’s chair. He froze looking up at you. Sweeping him into a kiss, he was quick to get the message pushing his equipment aside and taking you on the desk. That is until you felt the third contraction in the forty-five minutes of your activities.

He lifted your right leg and hooked it over his arm so he was able to fuck you deep, just like you liked. He was cumming hard inside you when he felt a warm wet feeling and he opened his eyes and looked down frowning. “Did your water break again?” “Yeah, I think it did?” “Why does this always have to happen to me” he laughed moving you from his desk before you ruined his expensive workstation and walked you to the master bathroom and started a shower, he helped you clean up rubbing your back when your contractions took over.

Your body must know what was happening because everything was progressing faster, you were more relaxed and not particularly scared as you had done this all before.

The boys came home after work, each wearing team shirts that said ‘Dad’ on the back. Seokjin had picked up Kyungju and they all arrived to see you leaning over the back of the couch. Grabbing your bags and things you all piled into the van heading to the birthing clinic. Everyone was dressed in the team shirts that Jungkook had made and you updated your channel on the baby being on the way.

Your phone was buzzing, all your friends and family were messaging to wish you luck. Namjoon’s father and Eric were holding a good luck banner, and there was a message from Inshik telling you how strong you were.

The boy left when the active labour began and you were all business, you knew what to expect so you weren’t going to cry, not this time. You were pushing and breathing in time. The boys started singing outside the birthing suite. “Baby I know, I can make it better, I can hold you tighter…”

With them singing, you took deep breaths and pushed, but the baby didn’t cry. It was like a shock through the heart and the nurse cleared the airways and you heard the shrill cry that made tears pour from your eyes. The baby was placed on your chest and you sobbed it was the biggest scare of your life.

You took a shower and changed laying back on the bed ready to be taken to your wardroom, the boys all stepped inside they swarmed around you. Jungkook sobbing into your neck. They brought the baby over for the boys to see.

“It’s a boy Kookie, you have a son, I know we have been looking at a lot of potential names and I think I like the one you suggested first, Jeon Jeongsan.”

“JeonJeon, has his mother’s hair” Hoseok smiled cradling the newborn while Jungkook hovered for his turn once more.

“He is cute our little JJ” You grinned as Jimin stepped in front of Jungkook for the next hold. It was like Jungkook couldn’t get enough of it. He would hear one noise and look at you panicked, just for you to tell him that it was a sneeze.

“Is he cold, I can get his blanket”

“Jaykay, he is perfectly fine, just relax, sit down and admire your son like a proud father” Yoongi smiled and pulled the maknae to sit beside him. “Tonight we shall toast some whiskey, what do you say, and I can impart some dad secrets”

When you had brought the baby home Jungkook was hysterical, you couldn’t take him seriously. You walked in on him changing the baby in rubber gloves and a peg on his nose. 

Taehyung starred at the baby and hummed, “his eyes are so big, they must be your eye shape, y/n, he looks like he could be part of an anime, look they sparkle”

Namjoon was doing the washing. He placed the baby in the basket of dry clean clothes and made faces while stacking the washing machine. He left the laundry only to shout “THE BABY” and rushing back in apologizing profusely scooping up Jeongsan from his comfy bed and taking him to the living room. He had been quite peaceful curled up in the clean washing and you suspected he had a sensitive nose like his father.

Jeongsan was definitely a sensitive baby, he almost refused to be held by anyone who wasn’t his biological father, to the point where Jungkook took longer leave off work to help settle the baby. He even refused to breastfeed so you were reduced to pumping so that Jungkook could feed the baby. He became a Mumma bear. Making sure his son had enough to eat, he knew all of Jeongsan’s cues and mannerisms. As much as you found it cute you were devastated that your baby didn’t want you.

That is until he was almost a month old, he woke up in the middle of the night crying, and wouldn’t settle for Jungkook, you took him into your arms and he settled instantly. He didn’t seem to want to leave you and after you fed him you felt yourself breaking down. You had held it in so long and pretended it didn’t bother you but the relief when he came to you to feel safe brought you comfort.

Kyungju walked into the room -he had discovered how to escape his crib recently- Woogie in one hand and two fingers in his mouth. He climbed up onto the bed and over every single sleeping figure until he found his father. Yoongi in his sleep lifted his arm and allowed the boy to settle into his chest.

After that night Jeongsan preferred to stay close to you, but when he fussed you took him to Jungkook and he nuzzled his father's shirt trying to smell his skin.

Kyungju’s was one and a half and loved to play on his toy piano he got on his first birthday. Yoongi took the tiny toy and began playing songs for his son complaining as there were only ten keys and what could his son play. You had the audacity to tell your musical husband that you could successfully play hot cross buns and he threw a stuffed poodle at you. Kyungju copied anything his father did, this included and wasn’t limited to; sitting beside his father while he worked in the studio, while Yoongi played the piano he sat beside playing his toy one, making grunts instead of answering and some serious swear words you had scolded your husband for even though you admitted it was cute.

“Mama, JayJay Woogie” Kyungju said urgently and you grinned taking the small comfort toy from your youngest and handed it to its rightful owner. This brought up problems as your youngest wouldn’t settle, you ordered online a small soft bunny that resembled the soft Cat greatly.

“Come on my Ju, let's go get something to eat you want nummas?” You grinned and the boy squealed following you. “What do you want?” “Eggy Bread, Eggy Bread” he shouted it amused you how he thought an omelette shared any resemblance to bread. Hoseok scooped Kyungju up from behind and blew raspberries on the boy's belly tickling him. He stilled the wiggling child in his arms long enough to press a searing kiss to your lips. “No Daddy-bi dat my mummy”

“Oh is this your mummy, but I want to kiss mummy. Can I kiss mummy?” he asked the boy politely, throwing in a please for good measure the boy crossed his arms and shook his head. “No my mummy” He shouted once more covering Hoseok’s mouth when he leaned in for another kiss. “Just one kiss, please Juju or I will get sad” “Okay mama,” he said and Hoseok made sure he got his money worth kissing you for as long as he could.

Not wanting to alarm anyone but you were experiencing some really bad issues. You were having trouble seeing, your eyes couldn’t focus but the optometrist said it wasn’t your eyes but your brain. Your hair had started to shed not excessively, but enough to notice a difference, you assumed it was because of the change in weather. There were days where you couldn’t physically eat without puking. You were losing so much weight. Randomly your limbs would go numb and you couldn’t feel anything. 

You had kept it all a secret but you had fainted one afternoon in front of Namjoon. Having to come up with an excuse that you were tired and dehydrated you were sent to bed with a bottle of water for when you felt thirsty.

You watched Kyungju and Jeongsan grow up together, you smiled the older always taking his brother's hand and taking him on adventures around the house and backyard. The two would look at bugs and smile bringing them to show you their hands grubby with dirt and mud.

Kyungju turned two years old and was talking with almost proper words. He was still quite small. Yoongi’s mother assured you he was like that as well despite their appropriate appetites. Jeongsan was one year old today and you were holding a party in the park. It was June which meant the weather was amazing and you gave everyone ice cream from the van.

You smiled watching Seokjin talk about his new position as CEO after handling the account issues and managing the Hotel successfully all those years he was finally promoted working just under the board of directors. Eric was looking healthy and happy, he was getting ready for his final year at high school and was applying for both jobs and university. 

You felt your head spin momentarily before everything went black.

Waking in the hospital you sat up and everyone was standing around you, they had taken some tests while you slept and everyone was waiting on the results. A nurse came in and asked what you were experiencing and when you explained the boys were horrified that you kept something so serious from them. The fear in their eyes was intense.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get sick?” “Miss Y/N, is it?” The doctor knocked poking his head inside you nodded “It seems you are pregnant but your immune system is feeling quite attacked, it seems you haven’t received your vaccinations since being unfrozen, as the world develops new virus’ and bugs are created and you are no longer immune to this world, now three of these vaccinations are several harmful to an unborn child, and the rest are perfectly safe, you have a few options, you don’t seem far along in your pregnancy by the levels of estrogen and progesterone you are no more than a month or two. That being said we can Terminate the pregnancy and you these life-saving vaccinations or we can proceed with this pregnancy without the three major vaccines which are not recommended as it could kill you and the baby. Or we can give you the vaccinations and risk terminating the pregnancy or cause major side effects to your baby's development. The thing is, something is affecting you. We don't know which illness it is but it needs to be fixed as it is putting stress on your body essentially killing you slowly”

“I don’t want to terminate the pregnancy, give me all of them except the three major ones” “Wait we need to talk about this?” Namjoon said and they all looked alarmed

You had a major debate between the options and you stood your ground, you don’t know what it was, a mother’s intuition, hysteria or what but you knew you couldn’t terminate the pregnancy. Everything was going well, you were able to eat once more, you were feeling better and it was October. The boys were dressed up for Halloween and they went trick or treating in the neighbourhood. You were dressed up as a pumpkin and you walked the streets when you felt a sharp pain, you led the boys back home quickly and were trying to hold it together near them.

You found out it was Taehyung’s baby and he was inconsolable for day’s he kept apologizing that it was his fault and you were going to die. You reassured him often you were feeling healthy and ready to take on the world. It took him a long while before he was excited for the new baby to come. He finally started talking to your baby and was delighted when the first kicks came in. He soothed the baby when it got restless with his deep smooth voice and decorated the new babies nursery he chose white grey fawn and hints of orange. You smiled as there were cute outfits he bought a beautiful little bear comfort toy that matched Kyungju’s cat and Jeongsan’s bunny. He sang strange songs to your belly every night. One afternoon you were watering the garden in a sky blue dress watching Kyungju pull his brother along chasing a butterfly.

“She looks like a blue parrot, would you come fly to me” His hands wrapped around you swaying you back and forth as he sang.

Something was wrong, you weren’t due until January, but these were strong contractions. The boys weren’t home and you needed to go to the hospital. You laid down and the contractions stopped. Relieved you rested on the couch while the boys played and ate their snacks. Yoongi came home and walked over to the couch he rubbed your belly gently.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as your face was too scared for this to be okay. “I was getting contractions, but I am only six months Yoongi the baby won’t live if they are born now” “It’s okay, everything is okay?” He kissed you and you felt a popping sensation and a big gush of warm water escape you like in the movies. He froze and looked down as he was yet again the victim of your water breaking. “I call bullshit, I didn’t even touch you”

Jumping into action he got you all into the car and to the hospital, they laid you in the bed and did an ultrasound checking to see if the baby was under stress and how developed you were. “Your babies are in fact full-term, their heart and lungs look perfectly normal and they seemed ready to come out, we won’t delay the labour, but would you prefer to deliver them naturally or via C section?”

You were shocked he said babies as in more than one, you looked at your stomach which wasn’t extremely huge. “What do you mean babies?” “How many are in there?” “There are two?”

“You were waiting until you were fully dilated, Yoongi had started filming hoping the others would turn up soon. Taehyung ran in and was frantic, he grabbed your hand and started kissing you. “What’s going on, it’s too early?” Hoseok asked “The babies were further along than was estimated” Yoongi smiled “Welcome to the club” “Babies?” Namjoon picked up on the plural

You held up two fingers, with a giggle.

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