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Reasons Not To Die | Prologue

⇒ Pairing: (Jungkook/Reader)

⇒ Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut

⇒ Words: 1.4K

⇒ Tags: Ex-boyfriend au, Character Death, smut, 

Reasons Not To Die | Prologue

You take a deep breath of the salty air, the sound of waves crashing in the background bringing a sad, but still happy smile to your face as you step out of your old beat up blue truck. 

You stood in the driveway filled with other cars you recognize even after a while of not being around. You could tell the party was already in full swing, with muffled music coming out of the large beach house in front of you making all but confirming your thoughts and your fear as the realization that you were actually doing this. 

You guess driving for two days, you should’ve gone straight to your hotel. But, the thought of seeing all of the boys once again in the same place after being away for so long got you too excited to just go and sit in a hotel room alone trying to avoid the inevitable. 

At least, this way you could just pretend to rip off the band aid. 

You slowly walk up to the old wooden porch creaking under your feet as the sound of people laughing and having fun making you even more nervous than before. Will they even remember me? Will they be happy to see me? Will he be happy to see me? — the thoughts that have been plaguing you all the way over here coming back even louder as you stand in front of the old scratched up wooden door. 

“Here goes nothing” You mumble to yourself as you press the doorbell, hearing as the sound makes its way through the house. Your eyes moving to the moving wind chimes you remember putting up when you had first moved in. They look old, beaten by the weather but still making the same beautiful sounds. 

It wasn’t long before you were startled back into reality as the door in front of you was opening and you were faced with a bright and smiling Hoseok. His eyes instantly widen and his mouth drops open the moment he lays his eyes on you. 

He slowly places the red cup that he had been holding on the side table by the door. His smile comes back even wider as he looks you up and down, hoping that this wasn’t the amount of alcohol he had consumed that day was playing a dirty trick on him and that you really were standing right in front of him. 

It had been a while since you had seen him, or any of them for that matter. You tilt your head, waiting for the older man to get out of whatever shock he was in — stepping closer to him, waving a hand in front of his face. “You okay there, buddy?”

“(Y/N)?” Hoseok asks, his eyebrows furrowing and before you know it, you’re being squished into his chest as his arms wrap around you tightly. “You’re back! You’re really here! When did you get back?” He laughs.

You hug him back, missing the smell of his strong cologne and as you bury your face in the curve of his neck. “I just got here” you giggle, moving your body side to side in his embrace. “It’s so good to see you, Hobi.”

“You look so grown up!” You jokingly cup his cheeks in your hands as you pull back. “You’re no longer baby sunshine!” 

“Oh stop!” Hoseok swats your hands away as gently as he could, shaking his head as he looks back at you. “I can’t believe it’s been that long…” he stops to admire his old friend, seeing how much you have really changed. “uh, you should come inside...the rest of the guys are here too” He rushes you inside to the music and conversation filled atmosphere before closing the door behind you. 

You feel a cold shiver run up your spine as you realize you will be seeing all of them in mere seconds. You feel yourself taking in a deep breath as Hoseok closes the front door behind you, placing a hand on your back as he moves you towards the living room. You had yet to be noticed by the rest of the group, standing awkwardly by the front door — noticing how the once empty shelves were now full of pictures from your old friend group. It had been way too long since you had seen them, they looked so grown up and I guess in their eyes, you had changed too. If you could do it, you would turn back time and do things differently. 

“Guys!” Hoseok interrupts the laughter, catching everyone’s attention as they all turn to look at him. You feel very small all of a sudden as the only thing that can be heard is the sound of the people outside jumping into the pool and the music playing in the background. You could see the looks of shock, anger, happiness and then realization on all of them before you were being enveloped in a tight hug. Jimin’s small body wraps around yours as he crushes you hard against his chest. “(Y/N)!” He happily cheers right next to your ear. 

“Hey, Jimin-ssi!” You smile as you hug him back, you didn’t miss the soft pink hair as he swayed both of your bodies side to side — landing multiple kisses on your cheek, that has you bursting out laughing. He definitely had more than a few drinks. 

You were always close to Park Jimin, being in the same class as him since kindergarten. He was the shy chubby kid that you decided you were going to defend against the older kids that seemed to target him — standing up for him without a second thought, turning into a lifetime friend for you. 

“When did you get back? How did you get back? Why didn’t you CALL?” Jimin begins to question as he moves away from you, swatting your arm as he yells out the last question. 

“Ow!” You yelp at the unexpected hitting, pouting at your friend as he quickly apologizes. 

They were all there — Namjoon, looking even more like eye candy than you remember. Taehyung with bright blue hair, the years being extremely kind to him and that child-like smile still plastered on his face greets you as he comes to give you a giant hug — his wide eyes and mouth wide open as he continues to stare in surprise. 

“You’re back?” Taehyung mumbles, “for real this time?” 

“Yes, I’m back” You chuckle, “for good this time” Taehyung envelopes you in another hug, this time lifting you up from the ground as he walks you deeper into the living room, setting you down in front of one of the many sofas you had picked out. 

You tap at his back as he puts you down, sitting down on the sofa he was gesturing to. Your eyes run across the rest of the room, searching for that one person you’ve been itching to see for the past two weeks when you made the decision to come back home. You should’ve never left. 

Your eyes shift to the back door as it loudly opens to reveal a wet and smiling Jungkook, strands of his wet black hair almost covering his eyes as he runs the dark blue towel across it. He’s laughing at whatever joke had been said by the person behind him and you could see his eyes crinkle, the dimples that you had missed. 

You hadn’t seen the younger man in the last four years, he had grown into a good looking man with boyish looks that still screamed ‘bunny’ — you felt your heart ache as tears threatened to fall. 

“Why is everyone so quiet?” Jungkook speaks out, finding it weird his friends weren’t causing another ruckus. “You guys are usually so loud that my neighbors complain all the time.” He continues, his back to you as he peers into the kitchen. “Stop being quiet, it’s creeping me out” Jungkook mumbles to himself, only then noticing the way Jin was looking at him, biting his lip nervously as the older continues to glance into the living room. “What’s going on?” He smiles nervously. “Did you guys break something?” 

His smile drops as his eyes finally meet yours, his heart beating a mile a minute as he sees someone he never expected to see again in his life. Hoped to never see again… “(Y/N)?”

“Hey, Jungkook. Long time no see.” You wave at him almost sheepishly, feeling your hands sweating as his gaze hardens as he finally takes you in. 

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Preface Year: Unknown (Presumed 1999) Location: Mega City (Metro City)

There have been whispers of The One’s return. No one knows when or how long it would take. The War with the Machines has raged on for nearly a hundred years and the hope for the Human Race begins to dwindle with each passing year. The Matrix is in its Third Incarnation - the birth of the Modern Era. The Oracle, created to unbalance the work of The Architect, has offered to help build The Matrix where it would be accepted, versus being rejected. But there is always something about 1% and that 1% has given birth to The One, once again. The One is still sleeping, waiting for the day when they will wake up to bring an end to the Machine War. 

This is the tale of The Third One.

Fandom: BTS Fandom Work: “Defragmentation” by Admin E of The Bias Rekkers Origin stories set to come soon!

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Morning After || NCT Dream 00-line

Renjun

You weren’t thinking as you rolled out the bed, tiredly tugging on Renjun’s pullover from last night, just needing to quickly use the bathroom. You yawn, stretching your arms over your head as you walked toward the door, mumbling as you already grew to miss the warmth of the sheets and are Renjun’s arms. You quietly open the door, and look out the door before trying to hurry to the bathroom, hoping no one was in there. Leaving the door cracked you shuffle toward the bathroom, saying a quick thanks to no one as you find it unlocked.

“Y/N?” Renjun mumbles, shooting up with a small frown when he feels an empty spot instead of your warm body. Renjun swings his legs over the bed, not patient enough to wait for you to come back to answer where you had gone. He pulls on the pair of sweats he had hastily discarded last night, peeking out the door. Just as he steps into the hall, he hears the flush of the toilet and he smiles, happy you hadn’t left.

“Renjun?” You tiredly question, surprised when you open the door the first thing you see is your shirtless boyfriend. “I was gone for three minutes and you missed me already?” You giggle, closing the bathroom door to rejoin your boyfriend for some much needed cuddles. Renjun playfully rolls his eyes at your comment, mumbling an ‘as if’.

“Alright, alright,” Jisung pokes his head out his room, the door hiding the rest of his body and the way he squints at the hall light makes you wonder if your banter woke him up. “We heard enough from the two of you last night.” He glares, looking between you and Renjun, a playful scowl in his lips. Your eyes widen and Renjun’s breathe hitches in his throat.

“I thought you said they were heavy sleepers!”

Jeno

“Jeno, I’m hungry!” You whine, removing his arm from your torso for the umpteenth time in the last few minutes. He mumbles something about five more minutes, “That’s what you said, fifteen minutes ago! I can smell Haechan cooking and I’m starving!” Jeno’s head shoots up and he sniffs at the air, giving you a tired smile. “Thatta boy! Now hurry, you know how it is with our greedy ass friends!”

“I can’t believe you’re willing to ditch me so easily for food!” Jeno pouts, still sitting on the end as you’re already making your way to the door, dressed in his sweats and pullover, you give him a small smile, telling him to hurry again before leaving him to sit on the bed. “Y/N!” He dramatically calls, mumbling something about how you were a clothes thief as he made his way to the closet.

“Oh, how nice of you to join us,” Haechan kinks a brow and slides an empty plate across the island, laughing when you ignore him, looking over his shoulder at the food he was working on. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you’d be able to walk...well not after last night...” he whistles and turns back to stir something on the stove, giggling as he can feel you staring daggers at the back of his head. “You really shouldn’t treat the chef this way.”

“You really shouldn’t treat your elder that way!” You quickly retaliate to his comment, feeling your heart quicken in pace at the thought of the entire dorm being able to hear you and Jeno’s very intimate activities from last night. “You little shit,” you pick up a rag from the island and toss it at his back, nearly jumping out of your skin when you feel an arm around your shoulder.

“No worries babe, Hyuckie’s just a little jealous.”

Haechan

“Y/N?” Haechan calls as he rounds the corner, face still pulled into a pout at the lack of warmth he had woken up to. “Really?” He deadpans when he finds you in the couch, snuggled into the corner as you watch the early morning cartoons. “You couldn’t do that in the room?” He grumbles, missing the warmth of his bed as a cold breeze passes by.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” you pull the corners back and pat your lap, “You’re more than welcomed to join me now that you are awake!” You smile and although he’s grumbling the whole time he’s quick to lay across the couch, head in your lap. “Happy?” You look down at him and he gives you a small smile, and thumbs up, turning to face the television as well.

“As long as I get to cuddle with you,” he wraps his arms around your waist, and leaves it at that. “Thanks for stealing my hoodie by the way, I had to search for another one,” He gently bites your thigh, smiling when you giggle, ruffling his hair in retaliation of his biting. “And since you like to steal them and take them home, I had to look really hard,”

“Are you sure, you aren’t being over dramatic?” Chenle walks around the corner, pushing Haechan’s feet onto the floor so he could sit at the end of the couch. He looks rough, hair every which way, eyes still droopy. “I can feel you staring and to answer your question, no.” He turns his head and his face is twisted with mock disgust. “I didn’t get to sleep because Y/N likes to scream at the top of her lungs and I’m willing to bet my entire savings account Hyuck’s not that good.” Chenle gives the two of you a tight lipped smile before standing to walk to the kitchen.

“I’ll have to disagree with you on that one, cash or check?”

Jaemin

“Just one more,” Jaemin grabs your chin and places another quick kiss to your pouted lips. “Your lips are just so darn soft, I have to have another,” you roll your eyes at his cheesiness, giving him another kiss before ducking under his arm. “That hurt, ya know?” You pick up the spatula and hold it out to him.

“Taeyong kicking your ass for burning down the dreamie dorm will hurt just a little more.” You mock him and he snatches the spatula from you, turning to flip the pancake in the pan with a frown. “Don’t worry, as soon as everyone eats up, we’ll have Chenle wash the dishes and you and I are in for a round two.” You wink, booping his nose.

“That’s all you had to say, breakfast could have been done half an hour ago!” Jaemin perks up, all smiles at the promise of a round two of last nights events. “Might want to be a little quieter this time though-“ You scoff, jumping into a seat at the island. “I’m just saying!” He laughs, reaching over to pop a blueberry into his mouth. “Maybe we could incorporate this into today’s events?” You make a small noise of approval, smiling when he holds one up to your lips.

“I honestly just want to come in here and enjoy my breakfast in peace, is that too much to ask?” Renjun asks from the doorway of the kitchen, making a face of disgust at the show of affection between you and Jaemin. “And I’m greeted with talk of using food for such nasty acts. Didn’t you two have enough last night? How are the two of you even awake right now, I swear those screams did not stop until three!” You and Jaemin share a look, there’s pure terror on yours but Jaemin’s wearing a cocky smirk, one you and Renjun want to wipe right off his face.

“I think you’re mistaking us for Haechan and Jisung playing video games, but, we’ll dial it down for now!”

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[fictionalarsonist]

For liner game, #8 w/ Taehyung pls!

「 HIGH SCHOOL LOVE — pt.01 」

pairing ›_ taehyung x reader ; namjoon x readercontent ›_angst ; fluff ; high school au ; first love au ; delinquent!taerating ›_pgwc ›_4k

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premise ›_You think Taehyung is just the town’s delinquent from the wrong side of the tracks, that is until you get to know him better.    ›  One-liners Inspired Drabbles  ― #8.“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal.”credit ›_ thanks a lot to @heyitsmeee2 for beta-reading and helping me out with this story. 💖

a/n ›_ sorry for being late, anon. I made it into a two-shot fic, but I hope you like it!

「 ao3 | masterlist 」

The school’s corridor is as busy as any other day, students bump into each other, talking loud, the sound of the lockers being forced open or slammed shut. A complete, confusing mess that is all too familiar to you navigating swiftly through the sea of teenagers with Namjoon by your side.

“I just can’t understand why he wouldn’t accept the use of the L’Hôpital rule to solve it,” you complain, twisting your lips in annoyance.

“Well,” Namjoon starts thoughtfully, “He hasn’t taught us that yet. He probably wants to make sure we’re familiar with the concept of limits before properly solving the inequalities-?” he rationalizes and a quick glance ahead causes him to abruptly stop, “Careful,” he breathes out, he falters and steps aside, pulling you along with him to avoid the group of jockers from bumping into either of you.

“Hoseok!” You call out and the boy turns around, searching for your face past his friends, “Look where you’re going!” Hoseok flashes you one of his bright smiles.

“Sorry, Y/n. You have to see the new kid playing~ Kookie, come here,” Hoseok praises pulling the youngster by his shoulder, “We’ll need the budget for travel this season!”

“You can’t just say these things, Hoseok,” Namjoon steps in, “You need to go to the council’s room with the team’s committee so we can discuss it.”

“What for?” Hoseok complains, “All of those things with signing papers and writing reports … You know-”

“Bureaucracy?” You try.

“Yeah, that,” Hoseok points at you, “It’s annoying. Can’t you just get things going for us? Huh?” Hoseok insists while walking away, “Just do that for us. Right, Joon?”

“It’s Namjoon. Kim Namjoon.” He corrects.

“I’ll leave it to you, Joonie-ah~.” Hoseok adds, ignoring what Namjoon just said. “I’ll go by your place with that new game I told you before!” He half-screams, walking away with the others.

“I don’t think I’ll have ti-” Namjoon tries saying, but Hoseok doesn’t wait for an answer and go his way, oblivious to anyone as they walk down the hallway, forcing their way through without a care.

“They’d have walked all over me, quite literally,” you look back at Namjoon.

“I wouldn’t let that happen,” Namjoon says with a chuckle.

The sound of the bell ringing gets everyone moving into the classrooms, you and Namjoon walk in as well. The two of you take your seats as the teacher walks in.

“Everyone, sit down!” The teacher rushes to set his stuff on his desk as he watches the class doing the same, “We have a new student-,” he looks at the door and signaled to whoever was waiting outside, “Come on in-”

The class watches as the boy walks in wearing an oversized yellow hoodie, one of his hands unnecessarily holding to the strap of his backpack, dangling from his one shoulder. There’s not much that could be seen from his face, his disheveled, black hair is too long and falling over his eyes.

“This is Kim Taehyung,” the teacher says, patting Taehyung’s shoulder, “Some of you might know him already as a neighbor or from middle school. He’s been transferred to our school and I hope you guys can help him out with what he’s been missing.” The man concludes before turning to look down at Taehyung, “Would you like to say anything, Mr. Kim?”

“Not really.” Taehyung says, dismissively.

“In this case, take an empty seat,” the teacher lightly pushes Taehyung to his seat and he seems unfazed by the pairs of eyes that try to follow him secretly as he walks between the rows. You try not to look, though you can’t help but the gossiping whispers around you as the teacher starts his lecture.

“I heard he just came back from a reformatory,” someone whispers behind you.

“Yeah, I know. He’s the one who set the abandoned house on fire last Halloween along with his friends,” someone else replies, “Yoongi’s still there, right?”

“I heard he’s gonna stay there for another year or so,” another says.

“I wish they won’t send him here too~ I don’t want to be in the same room as these delinquents,” someone whispers louder than the others.

The teacher demands attention and everyone stops talking, although you can see them exchanging notes. You glance at Namjoon who’s focused on the lecture, as always. You try to do the same, but you feel a little chill burning your skin, instead of running cold as it’d usually be, the feeling of goosebumps at the back of your neck, as if you’re being watched. It makes it impossible for you to focus on whatever the teacher’s saying. You gulp down, trying to keep yourself in check and ignore the instigating sensation that looms over you; Namjoon seems to pick up on your unusual behavior and looks at you with a frown.

“Hey,” he calls in a whisper, “are you okay?”

“Huh? Uhm. Sure. Yeah, I’m okay,”  you reply, stuttering your words.

“Are you sure?” He insists, leaning further in towards you with a concern expression.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry,”  you try yet again, nodding to seem more sure of yourself, but Namjoon doesn’t seem to buy it.

Namjoon pulls back to sit up straight, still unsure of your response, but something else caught his attention and he looks to the back rows. You follow his eyes to find Taehyung unapologetic-ally looking at you. You find yourself mesmerized by the mischievous glint in his eyes and the way his lips part in the most breathtaking smirk you’ve seen. Your other classmates seem puzzled, looking back and forth between you and him and the heat in your cheeks makes you snap back to reality, your eyes grows two sizes and a silent gasp leave your lips once you notice all the eyes set on you before turning back to your desk and stare at your notebook with almost no notes taken from the class.

“Y/n-,” whatever Namjoon would say next is cut off by the teacher who calls out to everyone and for once in a lifetime, he includes you and Namjoon as well, looking very much disappointed by having to do so. You could tell by his tone, not being brave enough to look up at him - or anyone else just yet.

As soon as the bell rings once again you’re quick to collect your things to leave, but the teacher stops you from doing so. Calling you and Namjoon.

“The two of you are the responsible for the school’s council, make sure Taehyung knows the way around, okay? Give him a chance.” Although the teacher’s words are supposed to sound caring and worried, there’s nothing of it in his tone.

You sigh.

“Yes, sir.” You and Namjoon, replies in unison.

“Good.” The man concludes before leaving.

You and Namjoon exchange a knowing look before turning around. Taehyung already left.

“C’mon, we have to find him,” you mutter under your breath to Namjoon who seems as willing as you to do this task.

The two of you push your way past the messy crowd, you see a glimpse of Taehyung in the crowd. His messy hair and the yellow, oversized hoodie. Despite not being very keen to do the task in hand, this is one of the duties the two of you have in hand and being the goody-two-shoes everyone knows you and Namjoon for, of course, you both have to go through this.

“Wait- Y/n!” Namjoon tries calling you as the two of you bump into other students, “This way,” he takes your wrist and pulls you towards another way that seems less crowded, both of you trying to stumble your way past to Taehyung, but somehow you both lose sight of him. You let out a short breath and look back at Namjoon, both of you panting the slightest.

“Sorry,” you grimace and Namjoon shakes his head dismissively.

“It’s okay,” Namjoon says, his eyes still scanning the crowd.

You look down and Namjoon does the same, only now the two of you notice that you’re holding hands, you pull back and both of you look away.

“I- I have literature now,” Namjoon stutters, unable to look at you.

“I have chemistry-” you reply a second too late.

“Th-Then- See you later,” Namjoon says flustered as both of you go different ways.

***

“This is your first day, Mr. Kim!” You hear the principal’s exasperated tone when you walk in his secretary’s office to hand some papers.

“The principal’s busy at the moment,” she tells you in her usual professional monotone.

“I’ll wait,” you reply and walk to one of the plastic seats.

The door’s open and you can see Taehyung’s sitting on that chair across the principal completely disregarding the other’s position or whatever the man’s saying. He’s not even looking at the principal, just passively listening so he can go back as soon as the talk is done. His backpack is slumped on the floor next to his seat, his body relaxed as he leans on the backrest all his weight.

“We are giving you a second chance,” the man preaches on, “We believe in you, but you have to make it work for yourself, Mr, Kim.” Taehyung couldn’t seem any less interested in the principal’s speech as the man rambles on, “Because is your first day I’m letting you off with only a warning, but the next time I’m afraid you’ll be sent to detention, young man.” The principal warns, “If you think the regular academics is too uninteresting try balancing out with something that interests you,” you see the principal placing a few flyers on the table in front of Taehyung, “You could join one of our sport’s teams, or any other club such as this one. See? If you like those Chinese cartoons, that is,” the principal says deprecatingly, “Joining one of these might be very important for when you start thinking about college next year-”

“I’m not interested,” Taehyung’s deep voice is low, but clear to you. The man stops talking with his lips parted, ready to go on with this speech, “If that’s all, I’ll leave,” the boy says, uncaring.

Taehyung picks his backpack from the floor, pushing himself off his seat as the principal looks at him, visibly feeling contradicted and wronged. You pretend to look at the papers on your lap as you see Taehyung walking out of the principal’s office; with the corner of your eyes you see him walking out and the principal takes a second to himself before calling you in. The man greets you with a patronizing smile on his face as you greet him respectfully.

***

The meeting between you and the principal would take a short while, but it’s cut even shorter when his secretary rushes into his office.

“Taehyung and Namjoon are fighting!” She pants and the man bolts out of his seat much like yourself.

Namjoon? Fighting? It’s something beyond disbelief. The principal stumbles on his feet, on his chair, on his desk and you struggle with your belongings as you rush behind. Everyone in school rushes to see the most unbelievable scene. Not because of Taehyung, but because of Namjoon. Kim Namjoon is the perfect student, much like yourself, not one single demerit, not a single stain in his life as a student. So, it doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone to see that the fight is a confusing mess on Namjoon’s part.

The principal rushes to push them apart, immediately attending to Namjoon who’s mostly hurt and having Hoseok and take him to the nurse’s office, his preoccupation expression shifts into anger once he looks at Taehyung who’s worked up, panting, hands tightly closed into fists as he glares at Namjoon being carried away by some of the football players, still in their training clothes.

“I warned you, Mr. Kim.” The principal’s voice trembles in anger as he tries his composure, “I can’t let you off with just a warning this time, you’ll stay in detention after class and I hope you can reflect on your behavior and your future as well.”

You look at Taehyung to see him chewing on the inside of his cheek and looking away, nowhere in particular. When he storms off his eyes meets yours and for a moment you think you saw hurt in them, but it’s too fast to make any judgement.

“Miss Y/n,” you stop in your tracks from going after Namjoon, “I understand that you might be worried about your friend, but I’d like to ask you a favor.” He speaks condescendingly.

***

From all the things the principal would ask you, you wish he wouldn’t assign you this task. You hug your books close to your chest and take in a deep breath before knocking on the door to the classroom assigned to detention. The teacher swings the door open and seems relieved to see you.

“Miss Y/n,” the woman greets, “The principal told me you’d be here. Come in.”

“Excuse me,” you walk in politely and the teacher let’s the door close.

“The usual rules are written on the board, I know you’ve never been in detention so you’re not familiar with them,” the says as you read over the rules on the white board.

DURING DETENTION

Rule #01 : You are not allowed talk;Rule #02 : You are not allowed to use phones;Rule #03 : You are not allowed to play portable games; Rule #04 : You are not allowed to eat or drink (unless you have written permission to do so);Rule #05 : You may not leave the room without the teacher’s permission;Rule #06 : You may not write on the board;Rule #07 : You may not draw, read, write anything that isn’t demanded by the teacher assigned;Rule #08 : Write down the cause for you to be here;

“I’ll be back every once in a while to check on you.” She says while picking her bag to leave.

“Yes.” You reply simply.

“Mr. Kim, I hope you can take your colleague’s effort into consideration.” She tells him before leaving and yet Taehyung doesn’t even bother to glance at her, tonguing the teeth at the back of his mouth distractedly.

You sigh as the door closes and you’re left alone with Taehyung. Slumped back on his seat, one row short of being the back row, Taehyung has his hands tucked inside the front pockets of his oversize hoodie, his legs stretched out under the desk and between rows.

You take careful steps towards Taehyung, gulping down dryly when the tip of his tongue sticks out while he smirks in a way that looks offensive. You’ve heard enough about the infamous Taehyung to know that he likes to mess around with everything and anyone if he has the chance to. Holding your chin up, you’re more than decided to shield yourself from being one of his playthings just so he can entertain himself for the time being.

“Hello,” you greet awkwardly and Taehyung snickered at you, raising his head just slightly so you can see the glint of his eyes trained on you, making you feel uncomfortable. “The principal is worried about your behavior. He seems to think that the latest nuances in your personal and academic lives might influence the recklessness that you display. So, he-,” you clear your throat, feeling uneasy with the dismissive intensity he looks at you as you speak.

You decide to use the desk beside him and busy yourself in setting your books and backpack before trying to speak to him, but Taehyung’s quick to move to the desk in front of yours. Straddling the chair to face you.

“What are you doing?” You ask, seeing him, rest his chin on his arms resting the chair’s backrest. He shrugs, looking up at you rather innocently with a half-smile.

“You’re here to teach me, right? So, isn’t it better if I sit closer to you?”

“I was thinking about placing my desk next to yours-”

“Uhm- I think this is much better”

You wish he wouldn’t make it so obvious the way his eyes slide down your features to focus on your lips. You became overly conscious of the way you talked, you can’t quite understand the feeling of your lips tingling, but subconsciously your eyes find their way to Taehyung’s lips, they’re slightly parted. You try not to, but find yourself licking your lips pressing them together in a thin line.

“The principal assigned me to tutor you and make sure you’ll be able to catch on to what the rest of the school is. If you perform better at school, you won’t feel alienated during classes, it might help you get closer to other students and-”

You would go on about the principal’s words and proposition, but Taehyung’s blunt interruption steals the words from your lips.

“You look like an adorable kitten,” you hear Taehyung’s deep voice faintly while you’re battling yourself to find the right words.

Your lips form a distinguishable shape of a gasp, though no a sound or gust of air passes from them; you just wish the sudden realization of his words didn’t make your face heat up, you’re absolutely sure your face is tinted in a shade of pink at the moment.

“I- Wha-what?” You manage to speak, oh-so-articulated.

Taehyung smiles, his head held up to look straight at you this time. He pulls on his lower lip, folding his arms over his stomach, seeming relaxed and laid back as he tilts his head, seemingly proud of himself.

“I said, you look like a-,” you rush to stop him.

“Don’t say it!” You blurt it out and he chuckles, amused.

“Why? You’re the one who asked me what I said, didn’t you? Kitten.”

“Don’t call me that!” Your heart is hammering in your chest, your skin’s trembling weirdly and that’s how you know you just can’t stand Kim Taehyung. “ I’d appreciate if you didn’t call me-”

“Kitten?” He smiles mischievously, raising his eyebrows in a rather innocent expression. “Well, I just wanted to get some kind of response from you. Besides-,” you don’t notice him moving, but you can feel his breath on your ear as he leans

“I’m here to tutor you,” You impose yourself, running out of patience and not too prone to endure Taehyung’s smug attitude towards you. “But, since you’re not interested-” you pick up your stuff, ready to leave.

“No, wait!” Taehyung jolts and stops you with his hands on your shoulders. Cracking what he thinks to be a friendlier smile, he swiftly takes the books from you and sets on the desk yet again, “I won’t call you that again. I’m sorry”

It’s not that you do believe his smile or the way he looks at you, but you promised the principal you’d tutor him. It’s a task you got from him and you wouldn’t simply walk away from a responsibility.

“My name is Y/n, by the way.”

“Y/n, everyone knows you. Even the kids from the wrong side of the tracks,” Taehyung says ever so simply, but you can tell there’s something there, in his tone that you can’t just figure it out. “But~,” Taehyung half-sang provocatively,, “calling you kitten sounds better to me~.” He pauses and you stand there, mouth agape in disbelief, “You look absolutely adorable when you blush like this, kitten”

Him. Kim Taehyung. He’s absolutely…. Utterly impossible to deal with. You gaped at him, your face twisted in complete bewilderment; you take in a deep gush of air through your lips, ready to say something to this, any sort of protest or something, but there are no words. Quite literally, there are no words that you could possibly say to this and you rather say nothing than sound absolutely immature or vulgar.

Taehyung watches you pick up your books and spin on your heels and his facade drops as you storm off out of the classroom, being quick to his feet, you hear his shoes squeaking and the chairs and desks scraping harshly against the floor as Taehyung pushes through them to get to you. When he’s in front of you, trying to stop you with hands on your shoulders, his expression is different.

“I’m sorry,” he half-smiles, “I was just messing with you, I didn’t think you’d be so angry at me,” Taehyung frowns, no longer looking at you with that- that disgusting smirk.

“The way you’re behaving towards me is inappropriate, unacceptable even-” you say.

“I know, I know,” Taehyung says soothingly, “I’m sorry. I was just messing with you. Like you said, right? I just need to adjust. All I need is tutoring me about all the academics~, you know, and then I’ll feel like part of the crowd.”

“I didn’t say that,” you correct him straight away.

“You did,” Taehyung insists with all his playfulness.

“No, I didn’t.” You persist, “I just said what the principal believes in. I, on the other hand, don’t think that’s the case.”

Taehyung steps back, looking at you suspiciously.

“You don’t?” He asks.

“I honestly think that you must have other interests. Not everyone excels in academics or is interested in being good at it, as far as I’ve heard, you’ve never seemed interested in your academic life before-,” you speak up and Taehyung cuts your speech short.

“So, you’re the type to believe in everything others say, Y/n?”

“No!” You cry out in protest, “But your behavior also sustains my theory.”

“My behavior?”

“Yes, you’re a delinquent.”

“I- Whoa! That’s harsh,” Taehyung says accusingly. “I can’t believe you’d say this-,” he pulls his hands from you as if he’s been burned.

Your lips part, but you can’t find words yet again. Why does this keep happening? Taehyung steps away from you, making his way back to his desk.

“Well, I didn’t think you cared-,” you try, feeling guilty for always being so dense. “Everyone calls you a delinquent, you’ve been to the reformatory and have a criminal record.” You rationalize, “I think delinquent seems to be the proper term to-”

“Of course you do.” Taehyung says under his breath as he throws his backpack over his shoulder.

In a weird twist of things now, he’s the one leaving the room and you watch him walk past you until you look around and your eyes scan the rules written on the board. You jolt towards him, fighting off the weight that makes you slower than usual. You manage to grip on his sleeve.

“Wait,” not being able to stop your feet from taking another step when Taehyung stops when you bump into him and the books you’ve been holding fall on the floor, “You can’t leave detention!” Taehyung rolls his eyes, pulling his lips sideways in disdain. “It’s one of the rules,” you point at the blackboard, “See? Rule number five, you may not leave the room without the teacher’s permission,” you recite.

“She doesn’t care, Y/n.” Taehyung says, letting out a sight as he looks down and crunches to pick the books you dropped.

“Of course she cares!” You protest and Taehyung chuckles to himself as he piles the books in his arms, “The principal cares too, that’s why they’re doing this. For your own good!”

“Yeah, right.” Taehyung looks at you, “Look, thanks for showing up and doing as you’ve been told like the golden child you are, but I’m a lost cause.”

Taehyung stands up and you follow shortly after him, watching him place the pile of books on the desk that is nearby.

“You shouldn’t be bothered.”

You watch Taehyung turn around and leave while you stand there, once again, speechless. But more so feeling guilty for hurting him, you never thought he’d see it as such an offense. He endures everyone’s comments just fine, you took it he’s already numb to it, he always seems so uncaring and dismissive of the labels people give him. Delinquent is the most common one and, in your mind, the only one that’s correct given who he is and what he’s done.

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[kpopaeipathy]

Christmas Inn Love (Jimin Oneshot)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst / Fluff

Prompt: This is always the worst part of the year for me, except now I’ll spend the holidays with you.

Summary: After your parents died, you ran away from everything that reminded you of them, including Park Jimin. However, going back to your childhood home and seeing that everything remained the same, including the man you love, can change everything one more time. This time for the better.

Word Count: 4,096

Warnings: Mentions of death

A/N: This is the last story for the Winter Drabble Collection. It’s much bigger than the others. It’s a special gift to y’all, so I really hope you like it. Idk what I’ll write next year, but I’m thinking of continuing this story. If you agree and want more of this, let me know ^^

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You didn't want to go in. As much as that was your duty, and as much as you promised your brother Jungkook that you would do that, you did not want to enter the inn. Just looking at the rustic facade, beautifully decorated for the festivities, made your heart clench and you relive the cries of that fateful night.

When Jungkook asked you to do that inspection, you listed all the reasons you remembered and didn't remember to see if he changed his mind and sent someone else in your place. But it was Christmas Eve and everyone was home, celebrating the date with their families, including Jungkook. You even tried to make the inspection after Christmas, but even you knew it wouldn't work since you were postponing that inspection for 3 years.

So here you were standing in front of the only place in the world you were not ready to enter.

"Miss Jeon?" You heard someone call beside you and turned to see who it was.

The man standing with a shovel in his hand opened his eyes wide, showing that he was surprised by your presence. But you were also surprised to recognize the man, even after 8 years.

"Mr. Kim?" You asked, approaching the man and removing your glove to shake his bare hand. You smiled as you remembered Mr. Kim's habit of always removing snow from the inn passage without the gloves, which slowed him down because he didn't feel the tool right in his hands. "I didn't think you were still working here," you said.

Grinning, he reached out and took your hand, his grip as strong and firm as eight years ago.

"You will find that little has changed since you left," he replied.

"The facade is still the same," you agreed, returning back to the entrance of the inn that had once been your home.

"Let's go in, kid," he called, stepping forward and up the front steps of the inn. "You'll freeze if you stay out here for too long."

You did what he said. You had to do that even if you weren't ready to go back to that place. So it was better to pull the bandage at once and hope that the wound wouldn't bleed again.

Mr. Kim opened the door for you, and as soon as you set foot inside the inn, you felt as if you were traveling back in time. It wasn't just the outside that remained the same, the inside as well. Even the ornaments you thought would be worn and discarded were in place, just as when you and Jungkook lived there with your parents.

Trying not to think about that memory, you swallowed hard and headed for the reception desk along with Mr. Kim, who put the shovel behind the counter and told you he would look for the manager, leaving you alone.

You couldn't resist looking around. That inn had been your home in childhood and adolescence, and also for a year after you became an adult. You might be expected to feel bad about entering, mainly because of the memory responsible for your absence from that place, but you were actually feeling at home, as you had never felt in Seoul.

“Y/N?”

You tensed your spine at that voice. Suddenly all memories of the house, the tragedy, and the years after that disappeared, leaving only one memory instead. A warm, loving smile that reached into the brown eyes, making them smile along with the thick-lipped mouth.

You turned slowly back to the counter and found the owner of the smile that flooded your mind. But this time, Jimin wasn't smiling. He was watching you with his head bowed slightly, his expression neutral, showing no emotion at seeing you.

"Hello," was all you could say.

You didn't realize Jimin had become the new manager of the inn. If you had known, that would have been one more reason why you would try to postpone the inspection. Even so, nothing could be done now, since you were standing there facing him in the place you had so badly wanted to avoid.

"Jungkook said someone would come to do the inspection," he continued, still showing no emotion at seeing you again. That made you more disappointed than sad. You could expect anger, resentment, disdain, but you could never expect indifference.

That's what you get for abandoning a love for so long, a voice in your head accused you.

"But I didn't think it was going to be you," he added. Then he smiled. That smile you remembered, and even though you had only just discovered it, the smile you missed so much. As before, the smile easily reached the eyes. "Good to see you again."

You blinked, trying to reorder the thoughts that had turned to smoke when you saw that smile. You cleared your throat and then said, "It's good to see you too."

At that moment you noticed. Quickly, in a brief second, when Jimin tilted his head again and looked into your eyes, you could see the sorrow.

"Is it?" He asked, still smiling.

Taking a deep breath, you simply nodded. Then you looked around, trying to ignore what Jimin was doing to you.

"I see you left everything as before," you said, trying to change the subject to what had brought you there. Jimin was one more reason for you to do that inspection quickly and get out of there.

"Yes," he replied, even though he knew you had not asked a question, but made an observation. “The old manager told me it should be like this and Jungkook specifically asked me that. But even if no one had asked me, I would have done so. I like the look and the traditions.”

"I didn't know you were the new manager," you commented, still trying not to look at him, but couldn't help but do so when he fell silent.

Jimin agreed as soon as you turned back to look at him, then said, "I hear you haven't heard anything about this place since you went to Seoul."

“I still heard some news,” you felt you needed to defend yourself, but the truth was he wasn't wrong, you really didn't want to know anything about the inn your parents left for you and your brother.

"Only that management had changed," he added for you.

You were responsible for all inspections of your brother's property, including the inn. You had a partner, someone who did the inspections with you and who was responsible for the inn inspections since you moved. But this partner of yours had resigned, leaving that responsibility to you. Even though you had postponed doing that for so long, you knew this day would come.

"And that everything is still working very well," you reinforced. You wanted Jimin to know that you knew he was doing a good job.

“So we were without inspection for three years?” He asked, and the cheerful smile distorted a little, showing that his sense of humor hadn't changed either. You thanked God for that, because it made the mood lighter among you.

"I wanted to give you some time before you face a slightly roughneck inspector," you replied, joking too.

"Then I should strive to make everything look perfect," he replied, stepping out from behind the counter. Where would you like to start?"

"How about the kitchen?"

Jimin narrowed his eyes and came very close to you. 

"Your stomach always spoke louder," he whispered. And as if it'd been called into the conversation, your stomach made a loud noise. That made Jimin laugh before walking away from you and heading toward the kitchen.

Before you followed him, you grimaced at your own belly, wishing Jimin wasn't around so you could reprimand your stomach. Weren't butterflies enough? Did it still have to talk to Jimin? Hadn't any part of your body missed him?

It was the smell that changed the course of your thoughts. If the sight of the inn with the same decorations as when you were younger or the sight of Mr. Kim doing his usual chores hadn't made you feel at home, the smell of Mrs. Jung's delicacies certainly did the job.

Looking around the kitchen, you could see the finely decorated gingerbreads, the appetizing cakes and pies, the jars of natural juice and the oven-ready Christmas turkey. That sight brought tears to your eyes and a smile to your face.

"Oh my God," the exclamation caught your eye and you turned to look at Mrs. Jung, who was pulling another batch of gingerbread out of the oven. “When Mr. Kim told me you were here, I couldn't believe it. I thought it was another joke of that old fool. But it's true. Our little Y/N has come home!”

Dropping the tray on the counter, Mrs. Jung ran to you and wrapped you in a tight hug. It had been so long since you had been hugged with such enthusiasm that the tears accumulated by the memory of that lady's smell of food eventually spilled.

"Oh my dear," Mrs. Jung said as she pulled back to look at you closely, then wiped the tears from your cheeks as she continued to speak as if you were never gone and were still the little platter stealing her candy. "I'm very happy to see you too."

“I missed you, Mrs. Jung,” you confessed, knowing deeply that missing them had been the worst part of leaving.

"You're here now," the woman said, hugging you again. "There's no reason to cry."

When you walked away, your gaze went straight to Jimin, who was watching you with that neutral expression again, as if he didn't want you to know what he thought of all that.

Wasting no time and also wanting to relive the memories, Mrs. Jung took a portion of gingerbreads and placed them on a plate so you could taste them. That was becoming the best inspection you had ever done.

After half an hour, you and Jimin finally managed to get rid of Mrs. Jung and you two went to the second floor. Not without her leaving another plate in your hand, this time with a piece of every pie she'd made.

“You're not going into this room with a plate of food in your hands,” once again the voice that caught your attention startled you and made you nostalgic. "Even though you own the place."

As you turned to the bedroom door in front of the one you were ready to enter with Jimin, you smiled. Lisa hadn't changed a thing in the eight years you didn't see her. She was still the same red-haired, easy-smiling girl you called a friend.

Of all the people in that place, she was the only one you had been in contact with. It was at her urging, of course, as she nearly shot Jungkook for him to give her your new phone number. Still, it was great to still have her as a friend, even at a distance.

“The good daughter makes it home,” Lisa said as she walked with open arms to you. Without thinking twice, you forgot the pie you were tasting and hugged your friend you haven't seen for so long. "Just so you know, he knows we kept in touch," she whispered in your ear, making your eyes go straight to Jimin, who continued with the neutral expression you didn't like.

You walked away and you looked back at Lisa, who you smiled at. You hoped Lisa would fill you with questions about your trip and help you keep the mood light even with Jimin's presence, but all she did was send Jimin back to work and say she could take care of you.

As much as his presence was making you nervous, you felt your heart tighten as he simply nodded and left you alone with Lisa to look around the rooms.

“Where are the guests?” You asked when you and Lisa entered the third empty room.

“Jimin knew the inspector would come today, so he arranged a trip to the village with all the guests. That would make it easier for you to do the inspection.” Lisa answered.

"Did he know I was the inspector?" You couldn't hold back the question as you watched the spotlessly clean and tidy room.

"Jungkook also kept him in the dark, you know," Lisa replied, drawing your attention to her, who was removing invisible dirt from one of the pillows. "As much as you didn't know anything about the inn and Jimin, Jimin knew nothing about you and Seoul."

"How is that possible? They are still friends.”

“The best, from what I hear. But your brother always wanted to stay true to your wishes. That's also why he never asked you to come back here until today.”

"Then why did he insist that I come?"

Lisa stopped inspecting the room with you and looked into your eyes. Then she came over and took your hands.

"I think he saw the same thing I always heard in your voice when talking to you over the phone," she replied. "Jungkook saw how much you needed to find the Christmas spirit within you."

"I don't want the Christmas spirit and I certainly don't want it here," you snapped.

But that was not true. You really thought you didn't want to remember Christmas more than you needed, but when you arrived at that inn and relived many things from your childhood, you realized that finding the Christmas spirit might not be that bad.

"Maybe you should finish the inspection and go back to Seoul then." It wasn't Lisa who answered, as you expected. It was Jimin, who was standing in the bedroom door with the same neutral expression on his face. But once again you saw the sorrow in the brown eyes for a second.

You didn't want to admit it, but hearing that from Jimin hurt you too. However, you should not expect him to ask you to stay. In eight years, he had never tried to convince you to come back. Even when you decided to leave, Jimin didn't insist that you stay. And when you left, you promised yourself that you would not look back, for that would only bring sadness.

"I think you can see that the rooms are spotless," he added.

"I hear she makes a point of inspecting every room of the places she goes," Lisa said, trying to help you through that awkward moment. But you also wanted to get it over with.

"I know everyone is doing their best, so I think I can accept these three rooms as an example of your good work," you said, leaving the room with Jimin.

"Will you at least stay for lunch?" Lisa asked as she watched you and Jimin return to the stairs.

"I have to be in Seoul early tomorrow, so I should leave as soon as I'm done."

"She doesn't want to stay, Lisa," Jimin said, but didn't look at you, just at your friend. “She didn't even want to come. So let's let her do her job and say goodbye.”

Lisa didn't answer, just sighed and nodded before looking at you and raising her eyebrows in a silent question. You didn't want to answer either, though. You knew everyone was wondering if you and Jimin would end up talking about everything. But you didn't want that to happen, you just wanted to end that visit to the past right away.

The rest of the inspection went pretty fast, with Jimin taking you through the inn's rooms and you just watching everything and writing down what you needed to put in the report. But you weren't really taking notes. You were so aware of Jimin's presence in every room of this inn that you couldn't think of work.

It was only when you arrived at the stable that you decided it was time to kick the elephant out of the room.

"Jimin," you called, stopping him from opening the door for you to look at the place.

He turned to you with raised eyebrows and neutral expression from before. It wasn't making you sad anymore, it was pissing you off. How could he be so indifferent to your presence?

"Aren't you bothered that I'm here?" The question came out before you could think of asking it.

Jimin frowned and watched you for another minute before opening the door behind him and entering the stable without answering you. That made you even angrier.

"Don't you mind that I came to do this work?" You asked as you walked behind him.

Inside, everything was very hot, as if it wasn't starting to snow outside. This was the only place that had changed in the entire inn. What was once a stable was now a storehouse, mostly of firewood and coal.

“As you can see, only this place has changed,” he said, answered your surprise but not your question. “The horses got old and needed to be sacrificed. Money was short and horse values were high, so we need to save money and forget about this little detail of the inn. But we made good use of the place, storing the wood so no one would have to brave the cold to keep the house warm.”

"Yes, I can see it," you agreed as you looked around.

When you turned to Jimin again, he was standing behind the closed door, looking at you.

"You didn't answer me," you insisted, stopping in front of Jimin. If you needed to work it out, it better be done sooner than later.

"I'm not bothered that you are here," he finally answered. “And I don't mind that you came. Like I said when we met earlier, it's good to see you again.”

You stood there waiting for him to continue, for him to tell you what he was thinking and feeling, as he used to do when you were younger and together. But Jimin said nothing more, just stared at you.

"That’s it?" You whispered, then cleared your throat and repeated the question. You didn't want to admit it, but Jimin's lack of eloquence was bothering you more than his neutral expression.

But suddenly everything changed. Jimin frowned and took a step toward you. You were so surprised you stepped back.

"What did you expect me to say?" He asked, this time advancing more than one step and backing you to the point of nearly knocking over a pile of freshly cut wood. Even so, jimin didn't stop until he was inches away from you. “What did you expect me to say, Y/N? Did you expect me to be upset? That I'd scream and kick you out? Or did you expect me to cry and get on my knees so you won't leave again?”

"I..." You couldn't finish it, you were too focused on the thick lips that formed the words spoken to make you feel bad. You were more focused on the mouth than the words, in fact.

"What do you want me to say?” He continued, “Want me to ask you what life was like in Seoul? Want me to show interest in the girl who left me or in the woman who came back for just a second? Do you think you were the only one who tried to forget? Do you think you were the only one who suffered from everything that happened?”

“No. I…” Once again you couldn't finish it. The words didn't hurt you but puzzled you. You had never really thought about the suffering of others, only yours and Jungkook's. You just wanted the pain to pass.

But it was never gone. You had never forgotten or felt better. Being away from that place hadn't changed a thing. But being there, with all the people you loved (or nearly all of them since Jungkook had stayed in Seoul with his girlfriend), was changing everything. You needed to tell Jimin that, but he didn't seem too willing to hear you.

"You weren't the only one who suffered, Y/N," he said. Then he put his hands on your face, framing it delicately. “Your parents were very important to me too. Jungkook was my best friend. And you were… Your are..."

Jimin swallowed hard as you saw the accumulated sorrow in his eyes that used to smile as much as his lips. Without thinking, you put one hand over his hand on your cheek and put your other hand over his chest, feeling the throbbing beat. As soon as you realized that Jimin was as affected by the reunion as you were, the words came out easily.

"I’m so sorry. I just wanted to get away and think and try to feel something again. When the accident happened… When my parents died, I felt like I had gone numb. It was as if no feeling could reach me. So I needed to try to forget what had happened to feel something, anything, again.”

That made Jimin back off, ending any physical contact between you.

“I went to Seoul with the intention of running away from what I wasn't feeling,” you continued, because you needed to explain to him why you had abandoned him… And why you still missed him. "But it didn't work. I spent eight years away from here, away from everyone, away from you. But it did not work. I tried to run away to feel something again, but all I could feel was longing. So when I noticed that, I was afraid. If I came back, what would happen? Would I be numb again? Would I even stop missing you? But I was wrong, Jimin. It was just getting here for me to realize that. And I'm so sorry it took so long.”

Jimin stared at you in silence, without interrupting or expressing any reaction. Then, suddenly, he advanced toward you again. Nonstop a few inches this time, Jimin held your face in his hands and sticked your mouths in a deep, hungry kiss. Eight years of longing and torment were laid in that kiss, as if one could never be satisfied with the other.

"Stay with me," Jimin said then, when you managed to stop kissing for a second. He kept his forehead to yours and looked into your eyes, where you could see everything you had ever loved and that you still loved. “Stay here today, at least tonight. Spend Christmas with me... with us. Let me show you how much we miss you too.”

"I..."

When you couldn't finish what you were going to say, Jimin kissed you again, but greedily this time. He had already lost you once, he wouldn't lose you again.

"I couldn't come looking for you," he confessed, surprising you. “Jungkook said you needed time, so I gave you all the time you needed. When I was giving up, when I was about to go to Seoul to look for you, the manager retired and Jungkook asked me to keep the inn. I was going to say no, but he said I needed to keep the inn running as usual for when you come, for when you come back. I don't think he's ever played so dirty in his life, but it worked out great, and I stayed and gave you more time. When you showed up here today, I knew I needed to let you go fast or I would never let you go again.” He kissed you for the third time. A kiss that was so much more than the first two. He didn't just want to stop missing your kisses or to beg you to stay, Jimin wanted to dry your tears and erase all your sadness. "If you want to leave, you have to go now, or I won't be able to give you more time."

You didn't need to think anymore. Since you saw him that morning and all the time you spent with him going around the place you loved and missed the most, you threw your arms around Jimin's neck and kissed him too. You didn't want to leave. As much as you didn't think you were ready for that, living there with him was all you wanted most.

"I don't need more time," you answered. "Don't let me go again."

Smiling, Jimin dropped his hands from your face and grabbed your waist, pulling you against his body.

"No need to ask again, my love."

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Every Little Part Of Me | Ch. 1

⇒ Pairing: (Taehyung/Reader/Namjoon)

⇒  Genre: Angst, Romance, Smut

⇒ Words: 5,316

⇒ Tags: Noona Reader, University AU, Stalker AU, SMUT, Husband! Namjoon, Student! Taehyung, passionate sex, oral (receiving), lots of confusing shit.

Chapter One 

You hug your coat closer to your body, as your feet hurriedly make their way down the dark and empty halls of the arts department. The echo of your heels reminding you of just how badly your feet were hurting, as the effects of a full day of work hits you like a truck.

As always, you were the last one of the professors to leave the building— and while you didn't mind helping your students out at the last minute, because that is one of the things you love about your job, the extra hours you were putting in were starting to catch up to you. The dark circles under your eyes, that not even makeup could cover, were a true testament of that.

Your body shudders as soon as you open the large wooden doors, the feel of the almost-winter air crawling right under your coat and over your skin making you wish you hadn't lend your car to your sister this morning — maybe you could’ve gotten home and under the covers a whole lot sooner, snuggling up on the couch with some hot chocolate and a good book.

You smile softly towards the security guard as you pass through the school gates, waving goodbye as you walk past. Walking home in this weather would be torturous and somewhat idiotic, but it seemed now you had no choice — a cab is a must right now. So, you stick your gloved hand out in the air and waved down a taxi cab, telling the driver your address as you step into the vehicle. Leaning back against the seat, you watch with tired eyes as buildings pass and street lights blur as your shivering body takes in the warm air blowing through the vents.

The weight of the day comes crashing down, and the rocking of the car slowly lulls your mind into falling asleep with each second that goes by —that is, until the cab stops at the bottom of the hill and you realize you need to walk the rest of the way.

A whole twenty minutes of walking in the darkness.

You pay the driver as you step out of the car only to watch him peel off down the road as you turn and make your way up the small hill. The streets were almost empty save for the occasional restaurant owner closing the shop for the day.

You quickly make your way across the street, knowing that your best friend, Ramona, would still be at her bakery, preparing all kinds of treats for the next work day.

“Hey babe!” Ramona sends a smile your way as she slides one of the half-filled trays of leftover goodies out of the glass displays in front of you. “Just give me a moment, I have a few pies in the oven. Just come around back” She smiles before she hurries off into the kitchen. 

“You got anything leftover goodies from today?” You yell out, dropping your purse on one of the chairs in front of you before sliding off your coat and bag bringing it on the back of the same chair. You quickly make your way into the kitchen, instantly getting hit with the smell of cinnamon and apple. “Shouldn’t you be getting home by now?” You ask her, picking up one of the chocolate chips sitting on the counter in front of you.

“I was, but one of the guys cancelled on me last minute And with the holidays right around the corner, I can’t leave things enough for the very last minute.” She babbles frantically as she moves from stirring something to check on the oven and plating treats on their respective trays. “So, now I’m stuck preparing for tomorrow. He didn’t even have a good excuse.” Ramona grumbles. 

She stops suddenly, finally slowing down long enough to look at you. “Long day?” She finally asks, grabbing onto the bowl in front of her, “You look like shit”

“Gee, thanks.” You pose cutely for her, “Where are my leftovers, woman?” You jokingly say getting straight to the point as you look around for that little white box with the light pink bow on it that holds every delicious thing known to man.

“I knew it! You only like me for my desserts” Ramona gasps jokingly, “and here I thought it was because of my good looks and charming personality.” Ramona continues sarcastically as she pulls out the box filled with little slices of heaven from under the counter. “Here.” She hands it over before asking, “Where’s Namjoon? I thought he would’ve been there to pick you up after class.” She frowns slightly, “Isn’t your anniversary coming up?”

“Uh…” You clear your throat at the sudden question, “He had to work overtime, the office needed him for something or other. I can’t remember what exactly.” You ramble off as you open the box of what seems to be chocolate chip cookies and stuff half a cookie in your mouth. 

You and Namjoon were sort of a sore topic these days, as in you never like when people brought him into the conversation. It wasn’t that you hated him, he was your loving husband after all, you just didn’t hear from him much because he was always working – it was rare for the two of you to even be home at the same time, let alone have dinner together. You know he worked to provide a good life for the two of you, you just wish he was actually there to live it with you at least once in a while. 

“Really? I haven’t seen him around in a week.” Ramona frowns, “Everything okay with you guys?”

You love Ramona, you do - but sometimes your best friend puts her nose in your business way too often than it should be necessary. You couldn’t complain though, considering she always gave you the best advice you could ever receive. Though this time, you had already decided to keep what was happening between you and Namjoon all on your own. 

“Everything’s fine with us. I need to get going, I need to get home.” You reply, closing the box in front of you, checking your watch in passing. “Thanks for the cavities. I’ll see you.” You tell her before you make your way out of the kitchen, leaving your very confused best friend standing staring at the back of your head — wishing you would come back and finish the goddamn conversation for once. 

The weather didn’t seem to lighten up at all in the thirty minutes that you spent inside the bakery, if anything the darker it got colder it did as well. So you hurriedly made the short trip up the rest of the hill. There was something about your neighbourhood that you just loved about. Maybe it was the fact that it was so colourful and full of life during the day, while at night it became quiet and serene, the drawings that adorned the walls still gave it its own personality. 

Not to mention the years of history along the walls - being only thirty minutes away from the university meant a lot of artists left their marks on them. And the deeper into the neighbourhood you went, the older the paintings were.

Growing up here, you had also left your mark when you were younger and although you never actually told anyone, you were proud of what you had created. You don't know why you decided to keep it a secret, maybe it was the fact that it wasn't really a cop friendly activity that might've done the trick. But you wanted people to know your art, not the person behind it. 

Your husband on the other hand wasn't from around here. And when you refused to move away, you received plenty of complaints on his part - until he noticed how close the university was and the lack of traffic to his job, lack of neighbors. He didn’t have to be friendly in the sense that when he was at home – if he ever was home, he could kick back and relax. 

Your thoughts stopped suddenly as you walked past your favourite mural, it was old with its paint already fading and it wasn’t all there anymore, but for you, every time you looked at it, it felt like the first time you had given the idea life. Every stroke showed emotion, a story waiting to be told. There was no other like it, not by the same person at least — what you wish to go back to that time, to be young and naive once more. 

The minutes, unknowingly, slowly slip away from you as you stood in front of the graffiti-covered wall. Your phone’s sudden ringing from inside your purse snapping you out of it. Your eyes flicker for a second in the darkness as you take out your phone, your husband’s name lighting up the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slide your thumb across the screen and check your messages.

New Message

[6:36pm] Hubby: Something came up at work, I’ll be a bit late home tonight.

You read the message repeatedly; it was the same message he had sent two nights ago, and a week before that. It had become customary now to receive the same text, with the same wording every single time. And every single time he ended up staying in a hotel they had a meeting at or flying out to some other country leaving you to wake up to an I promise to bring you something nice or The boss gave me no choice text from him. 

You could say that you were used to it by now, you didn't question it as you didn't really think anything of it. You were in your own little world and you would stay there if needed to. 

You continue making your way up the stairs, looking out at your house in the distance; the exhaustion from being on your feet most of the day becoming more and more prominent with each and every step.

Hoisting your bag over your shoulder as you reach the front gate, your fingers trembling as they punch in the security code. “Oh, come on!” You mumble to yourself, the cold air making you run towards the front door, desperate to escape into the warmth of your house.  

You let out a deep breath, rubbing your hands together as you try to get your cold fingers to warm up. You throw everything on the couch, feeling too lazy to put everything in its place as you take off your soaked black coat and toeing off your muddy shoes before leaving them by the entrance.

“Home sweet home” You mumble under your breath as you switch the lights on in your completely empty house. You had given the maid the weekend off, knowing you wanted to stay completely alone. The reason being so you could work on your art without any distractions, not to mention all the classwork you had to catch up on.

You make your way into the kitchen, picking up the sticky note stuck on the microwave from your maid – you read it over, learning that she had left you something for dinner tonight and thanking you for giving her the rest of the weekend off. You happily warm up the food as you take a seat on the very large glass dining room table. 

Growing up, you had thought you would’ve made something of yourself by now. You had ambitions of traveling the world and viewing famous pieces of art and taking pictures of anything and everything. You wanted to meet with artists and be surrounded by different cultures. But that exciting part of your life was no more than a distant memory. This was your life now. You just had to find a way to come to terms with the idea. 

You don’t blame Namjoon, even if you had given all of that up when you decided to stay and marry him. You didn’t have to do any of this, and he didn’t ask this of you. You made this decision all on your own – there was no one to blame, but yourself in this situation. 

As the week passed by, you couldn’t help but settle into the same routine. You woke up early in the mornings, sometimes before the sun was even up, and went for a run around the neighbourhood. You ate breakfast, spent most of your day at school, then returned home late to grade papers. You did this repeatedly, day after day, until the weekend came along.

After a while, you had gotten used to being alone in the large house. You had already decided to spend the beginning of your weekend by relaxing and watching some TV before you had to really wrap yourself around your work. These papers weren’t going to be grading themselves and the more you push it off to the side the more work you would have later on. 

You took another sip of your tea, feeling content with how the now fully coloured canvas, you hum to yourself in content as you place down the brush on the table beside you.

You live for moments like this. Moments where you could just sit back and relax, not having to worry about anything or anyone. You love your job, there’s no regrets in what you were doing, but that nagging feeling in the back of your mind telling you could be doing more with your life was hard to ignore.

Art was the only way you could really express yourself without having to say anything, the pictures you took and the paintings you created spoke for you. They forever encase your emotions and your thoughts and are often your escape from the real world - giving you a place to create one of your own.

The moment is interrupted when the doorbell rang throughout the house. You pick up one of the rags next to you, frowning at the sudden intrusion. You weren’t really expecting anyone, especially not this close to dinner time.

“Hello, can I help you?” You question as the woman in front of you smiles brightly. You scratch the back of your neck when you remember you were wearing one of Namjoon’s old shirts, and it was covered in fresh and old paint.

The woman in front of you bursts out laughing, “(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you after all these years!” She squeals before throwing her arms around you, enveloping you in the tightest hug ever. You remained stiff in her arms when she began to jump up and down in, what you assumed to be, excitement.

Holding you at arm’s length, she moves your confusion from side to side, “You look so much older and prettier! Oh my, how we’ve both grown!”

“Do I know you?” You let out in a soft whisper, finally able to speak when the woman in front of you lets you get a word in.

“Oh! Right, I’m Namjoon’s sister. Well...estranged sister, we don’t really talk that much.” The woman continues to ramble on and on about how her family and Namjoon split when he decided to go in a different direction than the farm — even though you had already heard this story before from the man himself.

You haven’t heard much of anything about the missing sister, considering they just never mentioned her again. And frankly, the only reason you knew her name was because of your incessant ability of not letting things go.

“I’m sorry, I ramble when I’m nervous…” You watch as Hyuna glances back out towards the street with a troubled look on her face, which makes you become worried in return.

“Everything okay?” You ask her, finally opening the rest of the door and gesturing for her to come in. “Come on in, it’s warmer inside.” You offer her as the cold air hits you straight in the face.

“Oh, no. I’m sure Namjoon already told you, he told us to come whenever we were ready and... well, we’re ready!”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Well...Didn’t he tell you? Namjoon told me he was going to take care of his nephew, Taehyung, from now on, or at least until final exams. Taehyung has been in some trouble, so after contacting my brother, we agreed on my son coming here to live with you.” She continues, leaving you to take everything she just said in. Your husband hadn’t spoken to you in days, so of course he never mentioned any of this.

“We’d like for Taehyung to actually graduate this year. But ever since he found out he was adopted...it’s like he has decided to rebel, go against everything we ask and expect of him.” Hyuna sighs, “The divorce isn’t really helping things out either.” She mumbled under her breath before flashing you another megawatt smile, the bags under her eyes further accentuating how tired she was. “Namjoon agreed, and suggested Taehyung should have a change in scenery and repeat the year under his watchful eye.”

Watchful eye, my ass! He’s barely here as it is. — you think to yourself.

“Oh, did he now?” Your smile widening, while internally you were thinking about how you were going to kill him and get away with it.

“Well, I’m sure Namjoon already went through everything with the both of us so why don’t we get Taehyung settled in?” Hyuna asks you, her questioning smile erasing your thoughts of murdering your husband the instant you realize the boy was here.

“Wait, he’s here?” You frown in her direction, eyes following the taller woman as she gets up from where she’s seated and heads back out the door.

You stand in your doorway, watching with curious eyes as she stands by the passenger door – knocking lightly on the glass.

The boy inside glared at her, grumbling to himself as she continued knocking on the glass. It took a few minutes before he finally got fed up with her insistence, and reluctantly climbed out of the car.

He was clearly taller than Hyuna, with somewhat long, black hair that hung in front of his eyes. He was still in his school uniform, which made you guess this entire move was a surprise on his mother’s part.

Taehyung glanced around at the big houses surrounding him, a stark contrast to the ones back home. He never understood why rich people always wanted more space, he saw it as something completely unnecessary. Letting out a long sigh, he begrudgingly follows along when his mother grabs onto his arm and pulls him towards his uncle’s house.

Taehyung never met the man in question, he only knew what he looked like from the pictures in old family albums his mother kept hidden away in the basement.  

“Hello! You must be Taehyung!” You greet him with the biggest welcoming smile you could muster. You extend your hand out, watching the taller boy approach with a straight face and bored demeanour.

Taehyung only keeps walking, past you and through the open door – never letting out a word in either direction. “Don’t take it to heart, he’s not really that much of a people person.” Hyuna says as you awkwardly put your hand back down, nodding to yourself as you look back at the nineteen-year-old moody teenager looking around the spacious house with a look of indifference.

“It’s okay, I get it” You smile at Hyuna, “I’m sure he’ll fit in right away. Probably” You sigh out, feeling unsure of yourself as all the stress of the semester crashing down on you. You knew you still had a few more papers to grade your little break you took was not enough to make you feel even a little bit relaxed. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”  You ask her, closing the door behind her as the two of you follow Taehyung into the house. He still had on his coat and his backpack strapped to his back - as if looking for a hole to escape through. 

“That would be lovely!” Hyuna immediately agrees as she runs to him, wrapping her arms around the tall boy’s arm and dragging him into the kitchen.

You have no idea what you had just gotten yourself into, or what Namjoon was even thinking when he agreed to any of this – why would he do that in the first place without even mentioning it to you was beyond your understanding, the man was barely here in the first place.

You take another big breath before you slap on that big welcoming smile before you follow them into the kitchen. You were seriously going to kill Namjoon next time you saw him. 

//

You collect the dirty plates, a big smile on your face as you look at Hyuna’s face as she finishes shoving the last bite of food into her mouth. Groaning as the flavour hits her taste buds, “That was an amazing, best meal I’ve had in awhile.” Hyuna continues, praising your cooking as she puts her stomach. You move back towards the kitchen, quickly glancing at the boy sitting at the other side of the table – he hadn’t uttered a word the entire night, pushing his food around his plate as his music continues blasting through his headphones.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I haven’t cooked for so many people in such a long time.” You smile at the compliments, walking back to the table until you were standing right next to Taehyung. He looks up at you,his naturally puppy dog eyes looking at every inch of your face. “Are you finished with your dinner, honey?” You don’t miss the eyebrow raised at the mention of the pet name, before he pushes the plate towards you in a silent ‘yes’. 

Taehyung’s eyes stare at you the moment you walk away, going completely unnoticed by Hyuna and you as you set down the plates in the sink and turn on the tap.

“I should probably get going...” Hyuna hints, glancing at the clock on the wall before she’s grabbing onto her purse on one of the kitchen stools. You dry your hands on your apron, moving to stand beside her. You watch as she gives her son a hug, and leaves a lipstick stain on his right cheek, getting no reaction from the boy before she sighed sadly. “I’ll miss you, Tae. We’ll see you soon I promise.” You walk beside her as you accompany her to the front door, watching as she waves goodbye to her son one last time before she’s pulling you into an unexpected hug before quickly walking down the long driveway.

As you close the door, you take in a deep breath, wishing this was not all happening so quickly in such little time. You walk back into the kitchen only  to find Taehyung no longer sitting in the same position. But rather sitting on the couch in the living room, hugging his dark blue backpack to his chest and his luggage sitting on the floor next to him.

“So…” You start, moving to stand in front of him. His head instantly turns to stare at you, his eyes meeting yours with faint disinterest. “I should probably show you to your room.” You clear your throat, “I’m sure you’re tired after that long a drive” you say as you motion for him to follow you as you move towards the stairs.

You don’t look back, hearing his heavy footsteps following right behind you letting you know that he hadn’t ignored you. 

You take Taehyung to the other side of the house, to the only guest room with its own private bathroom. “The maid comes in every morning on weekdays  to tidy things up, I’ll let her know to make up your room after you’ve left for school in the morning.” You let him know, opening the door to the room – looking around at the soft blue sheets that decorated the bed.

“Bathroom is in there, the closet on the other side.” You point around at the different doors around the room. Taehyung drops his bags, sitting on the bed as he bites on his bottom lip. “You can go into the kitchen at any time, the fridge is fully stocked with late night snacks and I’m right down the hall if you need anything… Uh…” You stood there, scratching the back of your neck, feeling a blush running up your neck and settling in your cheeks – moving to walk out the door in the most awkward manner your body could muster.

“Actually” Taehyung’s surprisingly deep voice echoes across the room. Well, you were not expecting that.  “Can I have some more pillows?” He asks, looking at the two measly-looking pillows lying on the bed, he could already feel his neck hurt at the thought of sleeping like that. 

You quickly nod, finally glad to hear him talk at least. “Yeah, sure… I’ll go get them for you right now!” You smile widely before moving out of the room, thinking of where to get his pillows. In your mind, you were finally making progress with the Taehyung — even if it was something as little as this.

It took you awhile to locate a few extra clean ones, before you were walking back into Taehyung’s room only to hear the shower running and he was nowhere to be found.

You decide to clear the bed for him, mounting up the pillows in the most comfortable way you could. Your mind up in the air and distracted, that you never heard the shower being turned off, nor the boy now walking out of the bathroom, with a towel around his waist and small droplets of water now dripping down his naked chest.

Taehyung watches silently as you fluff the pillows, biting his bottom lip as he heads towards his suitcase. Maybe this won’t be as bad after all – he smugly thinks to himself as he moves to stand right behind you, a towel on his wet hair as you crawl off the bed, jumping when you hear him clear his throat from behind you before letting out a scream of surprise, blushing as you try to recover from the small heart attack that he almost caused you. 

“Taehyung! I’m sorry, I thought you were still in the shower.” You chuckle nervously, noticing just how close he was standing to you. So close that you could still see the small droplets of water dropping off his chin and down his chest one by one. Oh, it has been way too long since you were this close to a man, because this was no boy. You gulp, looking anywhere but at the man in front of you.

“I should probably go get ready for bed, it’s getting pretty late already... Have a good night then!” You squeal out before you dash out of the room in a hurry and head straight for the comfort of yours. You felt awkward and uncomfortable with what had just happened, whatever it is that JUST happened. 

Taehyung looked at the door after you left, thinking about how adorable you look when your cheeks went red and you looked completely flustered. He liked it when girls acted that way around him, he was used to it. Yet, there was something about you that he just seemed to like a bit more.   

You sit on bed with your class’s works laying in front of you, a collection of random black and white sketches for the first part of the assignment you had made them slave over this weekend. Your glasses were sitting at the tip of your nose as you try to keep your eyes from closing as you continue to type in comments of approvals and things they needed to work on for the rest of the semester.  It was already nearing two in the morning when you heard the garage door open, not moving from your position as you knew for certain it was no one other than Namjoon coming in at such a late hour. 

Your short suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later, when the very man was entering through your bedroom door with his coat jacket in his hands. “There’s my little workaholic!” You greet him, smiling up at him as he walks closer to you. Namjoon sends you a tired smile before leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your lips.

Namjoon chuckles tiredly as he throws his coat onto the end of your bed before he pulls on his tie as he heads towards the bathroom he yells back “Speak for yourself! You’re the one who brought work into the bedroom!”  You hear the shower running as you continue with your work, deciding to finish it tomorrow when you had enough sleep to be able to think straight.

You push your work from your lap before moving them to the floor, you look up at Namjoon with a small angry glare hoping he would get the hint a little bit quicker. You were mad. But, you weren’t going to tell him that, you were going to let him figure that out on his own. 

“What did I do?” Namjoon stops, slowly taking off his remaining sock, “Who says anything wrong?” You answer back. This prompts Namjoon to chuckle dryly as he rolls his eyes jokingly, “Maybe because when you get mad, you get this insanely cute pout on your lips?” 

You blush at the compliment, brushing it aside as you clear your throat, “When were you going to tell me you offer Taehyung a place to stay with us?” Your ‘stern’ voice resurfacing as you remember how angry you still felt. Or at least you did. 

 “I knew I forgot something important…” Namjoon quips, biting at his bottom lip as his forehead wrinkles in frustration. The same way he always did when he knew he was guilty of something – after so many years of being together, you liked how you knew him like the back of your hand. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble. I figured I would sit you down for dinner before breaking the news to you, but I guess Hyuna had other plans.”

You keep silent as you watch him begin to undress, stretching his neck as he shrugs off the white button up. You bite at your bottom lip, putting the papers back down on the bed as you lean back and take a good luck at him. Namjoon turns around, leaning on his knee on the bed as he looks at you up and down as he takes off his watch. “What?” He smirked, his hands now reaching down to his belt, tilting his head to the side as he watches you rub your thighs together. 

“Nothing…”

Namjoon lets out a loud sigh, unbuttoning the top of his dress pants before crawling like a lion to his prey. His fingers gliding over the top of your naked legs, lustful eyes staring you down as he grabs onto your ankles and pulls you down swiftly until you're laying down on the soft bed underneath him.

He doesn't say anything as all traces of playfulness are gone as he moves your hair out of your face before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. Namjoon, lays his body over yours, a hand sliding down your t-shirt until it's sitting on the side of your stomach - slowly inching towards your chest, until his hand is gripping onto your bare breast and his lips leave a trace of kisses down your jaw and to your neck.

You could feel him grinding his hips against yours, grunting as he feels chills running all over his body. Namjoon could feel the pressure building up in the bottom of his stomach and the blood rushing down to his member. He grunts out, his lips meeting yours once again before his pulling away. Namjoon slides down your body, never looking away from you as he lays down in front of you. His gentle kisses on the inside of your thigh so very close to the place that has been neglected for far too long.

His hands grab onto your thighs, spreading your legs apart even wider as he settles in between them. You shut your eyes moving you feel him move your underwear to the side, his soft lips meeting your wet center. You sigh out in ecstasy as you feel him flatten his tongue against you. It has been way too long since the last time your husband had touched you in such a way.

Your hands wrap around his dirty golden looks as his tongue continues to flick against your clit in a quick manner, leaving your entire body a trembling mess. Namjoon smirks as your body arches, pushing further against his tongue before pushing his index finger into you slowly. He curls his finger against the inside of your walls, leaving you a moaning mess as you continue to tug on his hair. Your hands let go of his hair, running up your own stomach as you grab both of your breasts in your hands.  

You feel his lips sucking hard on your clit before pulling away with a ‘pop’ and you feel your orgasm being pushed closer and closer to the edge. All you needed was that little push.

Namjoon pulls away from you, hooded eyes staring down at you as he pushes his dress pants down his muscled thighs until his penis is standing fully erect in front of you. He roughly grabbed onto your hips, pulling you towards his body before the tip of his member was sliding up and down your clit.

Namjoon grunts as he pushes into you up to the hilt, feeling your warm, wet and pulsating walls surrounding him entirely. “God, I’ve forgotten how good you feel around me” He moans out as he begins to buck his hips into yours. His thrusts were short, but hard enough that you could feel pleasure shoot through your entire body. The little whimpers that let your body sound like music to his ears as he gathers up both your legs into his arms and throws them over both of his shoulders. With the new position you could feel him sinking in deeper within you as he begins to move faster and harder.

“Joonie…” You whine, your hands fisting the cotton sheets beneath you as the urge to cum intensifies even more. “I’m about to oh fuck…” the words never leaving your lips as your orgasm washes over you. Toe- curling, back arching pleasure washing over you.

Namjoon’s eyes shut as his hips move quicker, his own orgasm making his balls tighten as the snap against your ass before pumping you full of his cum.

Your heavy breathing could be heard echoing all over your bedroom, his groans joining. “Fuck” 

Namjoon whispers under his breath, pulling out of you before watching his seed spill slowly out of you.

You feel him slide the tip of his member up and down your lips before sliding it back in once more

You whine a little at the over sensitive feeling that shoots up your spine before your pushing at his abdomen.

Namjoon chuckles, pulling his now softening member out of you and laying down next to you on the bed, feeling completely exhausted. “I guess that means that I’m forgiven?” He jokes, looking at you with tired eyes as he bites his lip trying to contain his smile – you laugh out loud as you hit him in the chest in a joking manner.

“Stop it.” You mumble, your voice heavy with sleep as you lay your head on his chest. You feel Namjoon’s hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body as he props his chin on the top of your head.

Neither you nor Namjoon ever caught the pair of brown eyes that were looking at the two of you so intently from the half-opened door.

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[bixiaoshi]

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[thebiasrekkers]

To My Bed 18+ || JJK

Plot: Jungkook needs a break, a respite from his actual world. He needs relief and only has time to find it one way.

Rating: R 18+ // NSFW

Genre: modern day || idol!verse ||

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female OC

Warnings: Strong language, BDSM, KINKS ok?

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,241

AN: I don’t know what possessed me to write this and apparently there’s gonna be a part two. I guess the youngest finally got to me. I kept listening to To My Bed by Chris Brown

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The hotel was fairly nice with the 6 floors and stone walls. They had spared no expense when it came to securing the hotel against the elements as well as other things. Even checking into the room required various forms of identification, which was well appreciated for that type of work. The client was well known but the stress of recent events had him performing less than his best and all other measures had been explored but not effective. It had been clear that there was one thing still needed in his daily life that none of them were getting. 

Your name was inconsequential, for the moment because of what you were hired to do. As a tantric therapist, you were hired because of your many qualifications as well as the art of being discreet. Even more so when you were hired because a hard-working band was in need of some much needed therapy. 

You had arrived first, giving you time to get ready according to the file that you had compiled. Bag filled with things that you might need, you headed up to the spacious balcony suite that he had booked for you. The red pencil skirt only highlighted your curves as it hugged your waist, black long sleeve that had a dangerous dip in the front. Thank god you had already put on your nice hose before slipping into the number. You could move in the outfit but you weren’t going to be the one moving before the night was over. Your red lipstick was applied carefully as you waited for the client, noting the time when you finished putting on your makeup. 

He had arrived 10 minutes late, hurriedly stumbling into the room as if there might have been someone following him. You were waiting for him, sitting in one of the chairs that had a clear view of the door. Once Jeon Jungkook saw you, the visible gulp could be seen from a mile away. His eyes grew wide, giving him more the appearance of a rabbit caught in a snare. Pushing your glasses up, your stare froze him in place as he realized what he had done. Crossing your legs, the skirt riding up a bit to give him a view--he began to stammer his apologies for being late. 

“Jeon Jungkook.” You picked up his folder, looking it over another time as he stood there with all his effects still on. “Born September 1st. Member of the group called BTS, you’re awfully young to have these problems. I supposed it couldn’t be helped with the workload heaped on you these days. You may take off your things and get comfortable.”

He bowed and apologized again, his jacket and suitcase being stored in a neat fashion in the closet near the door. You could see his eyes darting back and forth to you, trying not to stare too much at what he had gotten himself into. It almost made you chuckle at his nerves but the demeanor you had chosen for the night was the strict noona, according to the notes. Once properly undressed, he sat on the edge of the bed with his hands folded in his lap. 

“I- have never done anything like this before.”

You raised an eyebrow and finally got up to retrieve your bag of things, setting it near him. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the action but got a full view of the dip in your black shirt, seeing the tips of your chest that had a sneak peak of the beginning of your lace bra. You couldn’t help the small smirk at the sudden clearing of his throat as you pulled out a few things for him to see. There was the Orange Blossom massage oil in your hands, a blindfold and a crop for him to see. The rest would have to stay in there until you might have need of it, or unless he wanted to defy you that night.

“Shirt off, Jungkook. We’re going to start with a massage.”

You thought he actually ripped his shirt in his haste to get it off. Already the night was proving to be productive as he sat there waiting on the next command. In his file, he was one of the more dominant personalities but you were going with a more submissive role for him that night. Your eyes roamed his chest, toned and obviously worked out consistently. A slight touch from your heels to his legs, a signal to spread them had him swallowing hard once again when his eyes flickered down to see them. Obediently, he spread his legs so that way you could have better access to his chest. 

Dipping into the oil, you started with his shoulders--leaning into him as you did so. You had purposely wore your nag champa perfume for that night, the smells from the oil and the perfume mixing in a way that had his nostrils wide open. You worked his shoulders, feeling the taut muscle there that had been worked on recently but it hadn’t helped him in any way. You could feel his body heating up underneath your touch, his head craning up to give you the most innocent look you’d seen yet. His mouth was starting to open as the pleasure from the massage was coaxing him to relax. One hand that was on his shoulder traveled up his neck until it reached the base of his head, grabbing onto the hair that was there. His head jerked back but he didn’t cry out in surprise. 

Instead, he gave a soft gasp and you swore that you could have felt his whole body twitch. Making a mental note on his sensory sensitivity, you reached over and draped the silk blindfold over his shoulder to play with him. The feel of the silk against his skin caused goosebumps to form so you left it there as the long end of it slid against his nipple. He was tensing and trembling in that position, unsure on what he should do next. 

“Jungkookie--is that what you want me to call you tonight? Will you be my little one tonight? You have to do everything I say and anything else will have you punished. Is that fair?”

It was almost a breath but the whisper of agreement left his lips as he stared up at you left you a little shook. He was so willing to submit himself to you, something surprising as most clients would have fought a little bit. In fact, he was waiting to serve. 

You gave a smile before pressing your cherry lips to his cheek, on his jaw near his lips. Finally letting go of his head, you took the blindfold from his shoulder and placed it over his eyes. His chest heaved a moment when the silk slid over his skin and left but he regained his posture. You ran your fingers over his shoulders again, pressing more oil into his skin and pushing him back to have a better angle with his chest. However, he was a tall thing and even with your heels to help with the height difference--it was still a feat to get where you needed to be so you straddled his hips, feeling his excitement growing. Your hands ran over his chiseled muscles, playing with the nipples there. You could see arms flexing from trying to keep still and eventually you opened your mouth. 

“You better not move. The moment you touch me without permission is when I’ll punish you.”

You felt his breath hitch underneath you as you continued. Finally you were done with his upper half and you grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to stand up with you. His breath was starting to become harder as if he had just gone through some light exercise. Reaching down, you slid off his belt--the force of it slapping against his body and it produced a small whimper from him. It was a good thing that you brought the crop with you and it gave you an idea. Reaching for the crop, you played with it as you tested its strength.

“Take off your pants and then kneel on the bed.”

“But-- I don’t have any underwear on…” He sheepishly replied, the soft voice that came from him was in stark contrast to the muscle man before you. However, that was back talk and you flicked the crop against his bare skin. He gave a startled yelp and immediately bent down to take them off. Another thing to remember, you mused as you watched him scramble into position. He sat on the bed, legs underneath him in a kneeling position and in full view of everyone. The only thing that adorned him was the black silk blindfold across his eyes.

His member was standing at attention, the latest sensation across his naked body awakening it fully. You could see the veins running up and down the length, practically begging to be touched. However, you weren’t going to be the one to do so. Running the crop across his shoulder and down his chest, you got a bit closer to him so that way he could feel a bit of heat in the room. Lifting your leg and placing your foot on the bed, you grazed his member with it which twitched in response. His eyebrows furrowed and the Adam’s apple bobbed with anticipation, you could see the imagination running wild in his mind. 

“I want you to touch yourself, Jungkookie…” You leaned in and whispered in his ear, to which he responded quite quickly. You made a noise of disapproval when he grabbed at himself with both hands. He paused and you moved one hand away, letting it rest on the leg that was propped up. His hand hesitated when you placed it on your thigh but after a reassuring pat, he gripped it graciously. 

“Slowly, now. I wouldn’t want you to finish too early.” 

He slowly pumped himself for you, hand wrapping around the hard length. Taking the crop, you ran it down his chest and down to where he was servicing himself. Between the harsh leather and the sensory deprivation, Jungkook’s breath was coming in and out like he was now doing hard exercise. He wasn’t used to taking it slow or having to show much restraint, you could see that much. Which was why you had him to do that and even given him a bone to hold onto. His hand had bunched up the skirt so he could feel the silk feel of the hose you had on, your thigh muscles that you had worked so hard on. His grip was getting harder and harder, prompting you to clear your throat and tap his hand. He released you a bit and it left you wondering what it was like to have him truly underneath you as you bounced on him. However, you weren’t to get mixed up with clients which was a shame sometimes. 

The tap also let him know that he needed to slow back down, his other hand that had started to go too quickly to find his release. Still, he couldn’t help but pull you a bit closer to his body with that hand--causing your heartbeat to pick up as well. You dipped the crop down to his member, lightly slapping his balls with it which nearly caused him to snap. 

You saw it, the twitch in his whole body that threatened to throw you on the bed. It was for a brief moment and that moment was all it took to shake you to your very core. You had to remain in control so you reached up with your free hand and grabbed him by the hair again. Licking a small stripe up his neck, you had to remind him again who was in control. 

“What was that, baby boy? Did you like that a little too much? I’ll have to remember that but for now, I need you to go just a bit harder. I can imagine how hard you can go, so show me a little bit of it.”

His hand started to go a bit faster, rubbing one out with just a bit more force than before. He started to pant and sweat formed on his forehead causing you to follow a drop down his chest with your hand. It grazed over his nipple again, perky from the attention and the chill of the room. He whined from the lack of contact, struggling to keep his attention from you. He was like a dog that wanted attention, scooting closer and closer to you in hopes that you would lay hands on him. In your position, you could feel his strokes against your body which drove you crazy. 

Had it been a long time since you had fun yourself? 

“Jungkookie--if I let you touch me, will you take care of me for the night? Will you let me just have all of you tonight? I need a little bit of you..” You whispered in his ear, hand moving back up to scratch at his scalp. He groaned but never stopped with his strokes. Nodding furiously, he whispered his acceptance over and over again until you pressed your lips to his neck again and sucked ever so lightly. 

Guess it was time to break the rules for the night. 

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season greeting 2020

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[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

Hickeys || Renjun || Jeno

Renjun

"Hmm, you always claim to be NCT'S 'pure boy', I've always wanted to put that to the test." You hum, running a finger over Renjun's jaw as he squirms beneath you. "I know you can be naughty..." You giggle, Renjun's cheeks darkening at what your words implied. "Oh, don't get shy on me now," You lean down, lips hovering his, eyes boring into his shaking ones. "Just last week you told me so many nasty, dirty things, I would've never thought the words would slip past the lips of such a pure boy." You click your tongue at him, straightening up, with a shit-eating grin painting your face. "Now that I think about it, I want to hear them again, tell me Renjun, tell me all the nasty things you'd do to me."

"Y/N!" Renjun gasps, whole face as red as a tomato by this point. "I can't-I can't!" He shakes his head, the words from the other night clouding his mind. He may have had a little too much to drink to celebrate Dream's comeback, and much opposed to his sober self let out a few things he had fantasized about once or twice. You pout at him, batting your lashes with a small whine. "Y/N," His hips are grinding against the air, his cock as hard as a rock, the words bubbling on his tongue but dying on the tip. "I can't-" His voice is high, it almost sounds like he's going to cry.

"Okay, no need to get too worked up." You reach behind you, hand covering his bulge, giving him a firm squeeze over his briefs. "I remember each word you said, and although I had had a few drinks too, they still ring in my head, clear as day." You give him another squeeze and bring your hands back to your front, twiddling your thumbs as you addressed the situation. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" You start, leaning back down so your lips hover his once again, but your eyes don't meet his as he's screwed his shut, his breathing growing heavier against your lips. "Or how cute you get when you're flustered?" You sit back up, and his eyes open, his chest heaving, almost as if your closeness was going to make him combust.

"I do remember one thing very clearly," He breathes, eyes wide as he stares up at you. "One thing I can't get off my mind," His tongue darts out to wet his chapped lips, his throat feeling as if he had swallowed sand. "Your lips," His eyes move down your face, settling on your plump lips, watching as they're pulled into yet another grin. "They're so full and plump, and I've always wanted to feel them against my skin," His words make you squeal, hips involuntarily rolling down against his abs. "Please, please mark me," Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, who would you be to deny such a tempting offer. "Please," Renjun's hips are relentless, his cock aching for you.

"Is my little Renjunie telling me he's got a marking kink?" You raise a brow and bend forward, burying your face in the crook of his neck. "If I make one here, you'll never be able to explain what happened to the stylists will you?" You mock before latching onto his pulse point, one of your hands coming up to cup the other side of his neck to hold him against your mouth as you sucked the mark onto his skin. "God, that's going to be so pretty come tomorrow morning," You run your tongue over the already forming bruise, moving onto another patch of skin motivated by the way Renjun reacts to you.

"God," Renjun moans, nearly creaming his pants with the way your mouth felt against his skin. "It feels so good," You pull away from his bruise littered neck, giggling at the sight of you leaving your mark. "I would have never thought your mouth against my skin would feel so-so-so heavenly," Renjun whines, his eyes big and wide, wanting and needing more. His pupils are almost as big as his irises, and it's a look you've never seen before, a look that makes your tummy warm, your thighs becoming slick with your arousal.

"I'll give you more," you promise, running your finger along his jaw once again, tilting his head to the side to admire your artwork. "Might want to let those fade first," You move his head back to the side, giving him a quick smile. You move your hands to pull at the silk ties wrapped around Renjun's wrist. "Anyway, bondage isn't your limit, no matter, I have a few more tricks up my sleeve,"

"Y/N, please, please just touch me already!"

Jeno

"Jeno!" You whined, hands soothing over his tensed shoulders. "You've been playing for hours, and the bed's getting cold." You pout, hands moving down his body, body bending forward until your chin replaced your hands on his shoulders. Jeno paid no mind to you, his fingers continuing to type away on his keyboard. "Jeno!" You whine once again, arms circling his mid-section. "I'm starting to get lonely," You stand up straight, arms hanging at your sides as Jeno only makes a small noise to let you know he was listening. "Jeno!" You stomp, swinging your arms like a child in the middle of a tantrum. "Fine, I'll just sit-" You move around the chair, ducking under one of his arms so you could sit on his lap. Jeno kisses your nose, giving you a quick smile, his head moving to the side so he could continue his game. "Here." You situate yourself on his lap, arms wrapping around him once again, your chin resting on his shoulder. "There!"

"You happy?" Jeno speaks for the first time you had approached him, "You were always so clingy," He playfully mocks, giving you a quick pat on the back. You respond by squeezing him harder, burying your face deeper in his neck. "One more round and then I'll come back to bed," Jeno makes an empty promise once again, to which you groan in response, knowing he'd sneak in another round or two before making the same promise. "I wouldn't want you to get too lonely," Jeno lays his cheek against your head, eyes still focused on the moving pictures.

"Jeno, you promised last round would be your last, and then you promised before that, and before that," You lift your head, Jeno quickly pausing the game before you completely block his view. "Will this round really be your last?" You pout, eyes scanning his face before you lock eyes with him. Jeno gives you a bright smile and then a quick kiss, clicking resume on the game when you place your head back on his shoulder. "I should break this damned laptop," You breathe against his neck, "We only have a week left before you leave and all you wanna do is play that stupid game," Your hands move under his shirt, your cold hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I told you, one more round and then you'll have all my attention." Jeno begins to bounce his leg, hand moving to the mouse so he could start another round. "Plus, in my defense, you were just sleeping thirty minutes ago," Jeno giggles, fingers beginning to move over the keyboard as the round starts. You hum in response, nipping at his collarbone. "Don't you dare," He warns with a short chuckle, already knowing your methods to getting him off the game. You don't give him a response, nipping at his skin once again.

"I'm not doing anything," You giggle, licking at the skin you had nipped. "I'm just bored is all, you know you don't have a second keyboard, so not like I could play or anything." You defend in a sing-song tone, nails scratching along his skin. "But, I could play some games of my own." That's the last thing he hears before your teeth are sinking into his skin, sucking at the skin. "You're a little sweaty," You hum, licking at the forming hickey, "Who knew playing video games could cause a sweat," You move your head to sink your teeth into another patch of his skin. "I know how sensitive you are...especially here," You place your final blow along his collarbone, sucking at the skin as your tongue flicks against the skin.

"Y/N." Jeno moans, clicking pause on the round so he could free one of his hands. He reaches up to pull your head from his neck, making it so you two were facing each other. "I said don't you dare," He licks his lips as the glow of the computer shows your face, showing the wetness around your mouth from sucking marks into his skin. "I just have to finish this round and then you'll have all my attention," Jeno goes to resume the game only for you to pull at his shirt, "Y/N, one more round," He pushes your hands from the hem of his shirt, giving you a warning look, more serious than the last bright smile he had given you. "All of it," Jeno's eyes flicker over your face, meeting yours once again, a little darker than the last time they had met. You drop your hands from his shirt onto your lap, your lips jutting out to form an ultimate pout. You bat your eyes at him and wiggle in his lap, lips slowly pulling into a smirk when his hands move to turn the computer off. "Dammit, you're so damn stubborn."

"Ha! That's 4 in 0 now,"

A/N: Haechan and Jaemin will be posted next week! These kind of ran a little longer than expected so I’ll post them in parts! 

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