#namseok scenario

[whats-k-popping]

i just read your namseok fic, it was so good omg. i'm like...super wanting to read sick namjoon, so could you do kind of a scenario where all the members are away besides namjoon and a caretaker of your choice, and namjoon gets food poisoning or something?? i loved your fic, it was really well written. and i liked the long-lead up, and the way the caretaking was, so could you do some of that like...subtle noticing action in this?? i hope that makes sense lol

AWWW thank you so much! I'm honestly so flattered that you enjoyed my namseok fic. Your Namjoon fics are always exceptional. They make my day! I'm actually writing a continuation of that roommates fic. I hope you'll enjoy that as well.

But thank you so so much for the request! I loved the prompt, as soon as I read it I came up with this idea and got hooked. I really enjoyed writing this, and got very into it if 4000+ words is anything to go by. LOL. I hope the fic is what you were looking for.

Title: Doctor's Orders

Pairing: Namkook - Platonic intentions.

Words: 4596

Warnings: Emeto || Injured member || Graphic descriptions of illness || Sick members

"Wait, who's going to stay back with Jungkook?" Hoseok asks the fellow members of the rap line. The three of them are gathered in the fourier, preparing to leave for their separate schedules when Hoseok remembers the maknae. The rappers look back and forth at each other, each one waiting for the other to claim responsibility. When no one immediately offers, Hoseok decides to excuse himself. "I can’t stay back. PD-nim has me leading a dance class for new trainees today." 

Yoongi is next to offer up an explanation for his silence, "I have a production meeting with a client." He and Hoseok look to Namjoon, waiting for him to share what his day has in store.

Namjoon sighs, he knows those are two things his hyungs can't exactly move around. And he doesn’t really have anything time-sensitive or major on his schedule. So despite the fact that he was excited to get back into his studio, he slides his shoes off and removes his coat. "Guess that means I'm staying back."

"Are you sure it’s okay? Maybe we can text Jin-hyung or-" 

Namjoon cuts Hoseok off before he has time to come up with any other unrealistic solutions. He and Hoseok both know that the remaining members of the vocal line are working on a solo track. They won’t be back to the dorms until nightfall. "It's fine. My schedule is pretty empty today anyway. I was going to spend time in my studio. But I can just work on lyrics here."

Jungkook can hear them talking about him from where he’s sitting in the kitchen, he hears them bickering over who has to look after him. He already feels bad enough that he’d gotten himself injured in the middle of their schedules. It was an accident, but now he’s on a two-week break until his ankle heals enough to resume schedules. And that’s only the minimum time frame. Only if the doctor clears him. 

They had to slow down comeback preparations because of him. And now other members have to hold back on their schedules, too. It’s annoying, not to mention embarassing. He hates being an inconvenience to the group. "I'm 25. I don't need a babysitter." He calls to the rappers with a mouthful of cereal. It probably comes out with more attitude than he anticipates, but the whole situation is frustrating. He’s finding it hard to bite his tongue when everything just sucks so much. 

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok pause their conversation and all turn in unison toward the maknae. He's seated at the kitchen counter, his crutches are nowhere to be seen. Probably left by his bed where he set them last night. They each send an exaggerated expression of shock his way. 

"The fact that you came to the kitchen without your crutches is proof enough that someone needs to be watching you," Yoongi starts the lecture. 

"We have a comeback coming up. We can't afford for your ankle to get any worse. We're cutting it close as it is," Namjoon’s practical response. 

"We need our center in peak condition. It's only two weeks. Just follow the doctor's orders," and there’s Hoseok’s concern, masked as a compliment and filled with hope. But just as firm as the other two.

No matter how the hyungs word it, Jungkook just hears the same thing: stop being a brat and use the crutches. But he doesn't want to. He doesn't think he needs to. His ankle doesn't hurt that much. And it's not like he's trying to dance, or even run. He just wanted breakfast. But in the end he holds his tongue. He knows these aren't the hyungs he should try to argue with. It won't get him anywhere; the rap line is notorious for their stubbornness when it comes to expectations. So he just rolls his eyes and goes back to the almost-soggy cereal in the bowl. 

When Jungkook doesn’t answer, the rappers turn back to their previous conversation. “Namjoon-ah, you’re sure you’re good to spend the day at the dorms?” Yoongi asks one final time. 

Namjoon nods, “Yes, it’s not going to make a big difference in my schedule. And I’ll make sure Jungkook-ie stays off his ankle.” He hears their ride pull up in front of the dorms, “Now go, you guys have meetings to get to.” He all but pushes them out the door. 

"Thanks, Joon-ah. If you need anything just text us." Yoongi remarks before he and Hoseok finally step out. 

Namjoon watches the two of them get into the car before he turns back and heads to the kitchen himself. He’s got a hand over his stomach; it’s rumbling angrily for food. He was going to pick up something to eat on the way to the company building, but now he’s just going to have to make do with what’s in the fridge. 

Regrettably, there isn’t much. He was hoping for some leftover take out he could easily heat up, but there’s nothing already made. So unless he wants to eat cold cereal, he’s going to have to cook. Not his strong suit, but he feels he’s gotten better over the years. He’s confident he can whip up something; it might not be great, but it should at least be edible. 

He grabs the carton of eggs from its designated shelf and sets them on the counter. An omelet should be easy enough. He doesn’t even want to go fancy with any meat or vegetables. Just the eggs are enough. He wanders around the kitchen to collect the rest of the supplies he’ll need for the meal. 

Jungkook watches hesitantly as Namjoon rips the kitchen apart in search of a frying pan. It’s no secret to anyone that Namjoon’s cooking skills are below average. And eggs can be tricky. At this point he’s worried for his hyung’s safety. And also for the kitchen’s safety. “Hyung, can I cook breakfast for you?” Jungkook asks, small and eager and not trying to let any of his doubts show. 

But Namjoon’s quick to refuse with a comforting reminder that “I’m here to take care of you. Not the other way around.” he warms the frying pan he finally found and starts whisking some eggs. Jungkook rolls his eyes again and moves to stand from the barstool. But Namjoon stops him. “You’re not moving from there until you have your crutches.” He scolds. 

“Really, hyung? I’m just going to the living room. It’s only 10 steps away. Which is really only 5 steps on my ankle.” Jungkook pouts. He hates being scolded. 

“You shouldn’t be taking any steps on that ankle until the doctor clears you.” Of course, Namjoon doesn’t budge. “Now, where are they?”

Jungkook’s pout turns to a scowl, which earns him a warning glare from Namjoon. The older man won’t ask again. Jungkook bites his tongue and takes a deep breath. It’s going to be a long two weeks. "In my room, by the door.” He confesses, defeated. 

“I’ll go get them.” Namjoon put the bowl of eggs down. He’s almost out of the kitchen when he looks back at Jungkook. “Do not move until I get back.” It sounds more like a threat than a command. Jungkook complies. 

Namjoon returns quickly with the crutches and passes them off to Jungkook. He watches intently as Jungkook situates himself on them and makes his way to the living room. Namjoon’s got an eagle’s eye on his injured ankle, making sure it never hits the floor. Not even as he’s sitting down. When Namjoon’s satisfied, he turns his attention back to his breakfast. 

After Namjoon finishes his meal, he cleans the kitchen and goes to join Jungkook in the living room. Jungkook’s sitting on the couch, watching TV and messing around on his phone. Namjoon’s got his lyric book and his laptop. He’s alternating between sending emails and writing verses. Occasionally, he tunes into the drama Jungkook’s watching, asking a hundred questions about the plot. 

Time moves slowly. Every so often, Namjoon will gently remind Jungkook about his ankle care. “The doctor said you’re supposed to keep it wrapped.” “Try not to bend it, keep your feet flat.” “I think you should elevate it. Put your foot on these pillows.” Jungkook knows it all comes from a place of concern, but it’s hard not to lose his temper with the leader. Jungkook was there where the doctor gave all the instructions. Jungkook knows what he should be doing. But it’s not hurting him. Why should he give it attention if it doesn’t even hurt? 

Still, he doesn’t argue with Namjoon. So when the leader offers to get him an ice pack, he replies with a curt, “Okay, hyung.” His focus doesn’t leave the phone. 

Namjoon stands up and a loud belch escapes from his throat. It’s wet and smells a lot like the eggs he ate in the morning, only much more sour. He grimaces at the taste it leaves in his mouth.

Jungkook’s attention finally shifts to his hyung. It’s not uncommon for the members to burp freely around one another when the cameras aren’t rolling. They’ve been living together for years, it’s not taboo. But Namjoon never lets out anything that loud. Jungkook’s concern peaks, but he treads lightly around the topic. “That sounded gross. You good?”

Namjoon quickly nods, putting a hand on his stomach just in case there’s another. There’s a gurgling feeling, and Namjoon can’t tell if it’s just normal digestion or something else. He’s got a blank expression on his face as he waits for his stomach to settle. After a few seconds, he lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Yeah, I’m good. Think I just stood up too fast and things shifted in there. Sorry, I’ll get your ice now.” Once he’s sure that nothing else is going to slip out, he gets the ice pack and settles back onto the couch. 

Jungkook’s not really paying attention to the TV anymore. And he’s scrolled through every app on his phone. Instead, to occupy his time, he’s studying Namjoon. The leader is hunched over his laptop, eyes focused on the screen and fingers moving swiftly across the keys. He’s not letting on any signs of discomfort. But Jungkook knows it’s there. Jungkook hypothesized from that first belch that the leader wasn’t feeling well. They’ve known each other for almost a decade. Jungkook knows all their tells by heart by now.

What Jungkook doesn’t understand is why Namjoon’s trying so hard to hide it. He’s usually one of the more vocal members of the group when it comes to being forthcoming about symptoms. Jungkook can’t even recall how many lectures he’s sat through to discuss hiding injuries or illnesses. Namjoon’s always reminding them that it’s dangerous and that they should put their health first. Because without health, they wouldn’t be able to do as much as they do. So for Namjoon to be doing exactly that, it seems hypocritical. 

Of course, Namjoon must have a reason. Jungkook knows that Namjoon always has a reason for everything he does. Are they always valid? Up for debate. But there’s always a reason. And Jungkook can’t help but feel like he’s the reason. It doesn’t help the guilty feeling he was already fighting from having his hyung stay back from work. Maybe if Jungkook could be trusted to take better care of his ankle, Namjoon would feel more comfortable confiding in him. Maybe if Jungkook hadn’t injured himself in the first place, they’d all be at the company building and Namjoon wouldn’t even be sick. Jungkook’s mind floods with reasons the whole situation is all his fault.

Namjoon can feel Jungkook’s eyes on him, scanning over him. It feels like Jungkook’s playing I-spy with his body, looking for some kind of clues. Looking for the tiniest, smallest sign of the leader’s composure wavering. He won’t allow it though, resolving to push through the sudden onset of nausea. 

So Namjoon tries to keep his stomach’s aching at bay. He’s hoping the TV volume is loud enough to mask the gurgling noises his stomach is making. He decides to raise it three bars, just to make sure. He doesn’t want Jungkook to worry about him. That’s the exact opposite of what he’s there for. He’s supposed to be taking care of Jungkook. That’s his purpose. His hyung entrusted Jungkook’s recovery to him; he can’t let them down.

But the aches eventually turn to harsh cramps that stretch through Namjoon’s whole stomach. The gurgling is almost volcanic. It feels like fireworks are erupting inside his body. Nauseous hiccups that he stifles are all telling him that breakfast isn’t sitting well. He’s starting to think that maybe he undercooked the eggs. Shame, he thought they tasted pretty good. Pretty soon, they will want out. He’ll have to be discreet about that too. 

Namjoon wants to put his hands on his belly, he wants to rub away some of the cramps. He wants to push out some of the air that’s making him feel so bloated. But he knows that if he starts indulging like that, Jungkook would immediately know he’s not feeling his best. So he holds back. He keeps his hands focused on the keyboard and thanks his lucky stars that he chose to wear a baggy sweatshirt and loose fitting joggers today.  

He’s so focused on work. Namjoon’s hardly bothered by the hiccuping until one is accompanied by a gutteral sound that’s awfully close to a gag. He shifts himself away from the computer and peeks at Jungkook. He hopes the younger one hasn't heard that. 

But of course Jungkook heard. They are sitting right beside each other. He raises an eyebrow curiously, but before he can say anything about it, Namjoon speaks, “Have you taken any of the anti-inflammatory medicine today? You should probably take some for the swelling.” Jungkook looks down to his ankle. It’s not that swollen. Or at least not from what he can tell with it wrapped up in bandage tape. What’s the point of taking the medicine if it’s not badly swollen? Jungkook suspects Namjoon just wants to change the subject. 

“Ah, no. I didn’t take any today. It honestly doesn’t feel that bad, hyung. I don’t need it.” Jungkook answers, not missing the subtle way Namjoon’s biting on his lips and taking deep breaths through his nose. 

Namjoon’s stomach lurches in warning. He’s eager for any excuse to leave the room. Jungkook can’t see him be sick. And it’s getting harder to hold back as the seconds tick by. “Well, I’ll go get the bottle. Just in case. Is it in your room?” He asks, already halfway up the stairwell. 

“No, in the bathroom cabinet.” Jungkook calls back. 

Namjoon’s relieved to hear it’s in the bathroom. That was his first stop anyway. Once he’s out of Jungkook’s line of sight, he books it to the bathroom and lets the door slam shut behind him. He’s on his knees in front of the toilet with just enough time to burp up a thick murky yellow stream of breakfast. It’s followed by a hiccup that brings up another mouthful. They both fall heavily into the previously clean toilet water.

He takes advantage of the moments away from Jungkook to indulge in his previous desire to rub his stomach. He slides his hands under his sweatshirt and starts pressing on his bloated skin. It feels so hard, and so hot. Or maybe his hands are just cold. His stomach still feels heavy even after emptying. He knows there’s still more he needs to get out. It’s disheartening. He had hoped that it was just the food not sitting right. He’d hoped that after getting it out of his system, he’d be feeling better. But he’s starting to feel worse. He cringes at the realization that he’ll get worse before he gets better. 

But Jungkook’s waiting for him. And he’s going to be curious why it’s taking Namjoon so long to grab a simple bottle of pills. So he cuts himself off. There’s still more angry stomach contents raging inside of him. But he declares that they will have to wait. He’s supposed to be taking care of Jungkook, not taking care of himself. And he can’t burden Jungkook with his illness. Not while he should be focusing on his recovery.

With as much resolve as he can muster, he stands and rinses his mouth out in the sink. He rummages through the medicine cabinet in search of Jungkook’s medicine and stumbles upon the bottle of nausea-relief medicine that Hoseok swears by. He figures it can’t hurt. Hoseok probably won’t mind that he borrowed it. He serves himself a dose before going back downstairs with Jungkook’s pills. He sets them on the table beside Jungkook before walking to the kitchen. 

Jungkook keeps a watchful eye on Namjoon as he comes down the stairs. He’s pale. And he’s sweating. Like choreo run-though in mid-July sweating. Despite the fact he’s been in the dorms sitting on the couch all day. Jungkook’s no idiot, he’s not going to play-dumb any longer. “Hyung, are you feeling okay?” 

Namjoon returns from the kitchen with a glass of water and he sets it beside Jungkook’s pill bottle. “Yeah, I’m feeling fine.” His acting skills have improved, it’s almost believable. 

But Jungkook’s not deceived. “Were my pills not where I thought? It took you a pretty long time to get them.” He doesn’t want to call Namjoon out. If he were Seokjin or Yoongi, he wouldn’t have to hold back. Namjoon always does whatever those two ask of him. But Jungkook’s just the maknae. No one has to listen to him, especially not their leader. Still he’s eager to get Namjoon to admit he’s not feeling well. 

Jungkook never wants any of his hyungs to be sick. He knows it’s inevitable; they are human, and humans get sick. But when it does happen, he likes to be able to help. He likes to return all the favors his hyungs have offered him over the years. 

Namjoon shakes his head and regrets it instantly. He has to bring a hand to his head just to stop the room from spinning. It probably looks suspicious to Jungkook, so he masks it by pretending there’s an itch he needs to scratch. “No, they were in the cabinet. I used the bathroom while I was up there. Figured I wouldn’t waste the trip,” he chuckles for good measure, trying to lighten the mood. He knows Jungkook’s starting to worry. 

Wrong. Jungkook’s already worrying through his teeth. Namjoon looks mere minutes from passing out. Or from vomiting all over himself. Maybe a tragic combination of both. He wishes there’s something more he could do for him. But he knows any attempts at taking care of his hyung are just going to get shut down. He’ll probably end up getting scolded, lectured about focusing on his own health before taking on someone else’s. He considers calling one of the other members. 

Namjoon gasps and Jungkook’s on high alert. All of his attention is focused on Namjoon. “You haven’t had lunch yet.” Namjoon calls out, talking in Jungkook’s direction. Jungkook can smell the familiar stench of vomit on his hyung’s breath. It hurts him that he’s too late. He can’t shake the guilty feeling that Namjoon was curled over the toilet being sick all alone. With no one there to rub his back or remind him that he’ll be okay. The hyungs always do that for him whenever he vomits. It always makes him feel safe. 

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows. How can Namjoon be thinking about food? He’s certain that Namjoon’s still nauseous. He knows Namjoon threw up. He doesn’t think Namjoon could stomach food, not even the smell of it. He doesn’t want Namjoon to try. “I’m not really hungry right now. Maybe later.” 

Namjoon needs another excuse to leave the room. He needs to keep himself occupied. He needs to keep his mind off the nausea. He needs to keep his focus on taking care of Jungkook. The longer he sits there, the sicker he feels. And the more likely it is that Jungkook will catch onto him. “You haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. That was hours ago. You need to keep your strength up to recover. Besides, you can’t take your pills on an empty stomach. I’ll make you something.” Namjoon makes a move toward the kitchen but he feels resistance from the other end of the couch. 

Jungkook is quick to grab his wrist when he tries to leave, holding him in place. Jungkook notices Namjoon’s skin is warm to the touch. That’s not a good sign. “Can’t we just get something delivered?” He pleads. 

Namjoon tries to pull his arm back, but he’s lacking in his usual strength. Not like he’s any match for Jungkook’s strength anyway. “Delivery will take a long time. I can make instant ramyeon. Nothing complicated.” He desperately needs to leave the room. He swallows thickly, Hoseok’s medicine isn’t doing anything to relieve his nausea. Jungkook’s grip wavers and Namjoon pulls away. He beelines for the kitchen. 

Jungkook watches carefully as Namjoon moves through the kitchen. He moves from the pantry to the sink to the microwave swiftly. He’s not worried Namjoon will make a culinary folly here. He’s successfully made instant ramyeon probably thousands of times. Once he hears the telltale buzzing of the microwave, he relaxes a bit. Maybe he was worried for nothing. Maybe Namjoon’s stomach is stronger than he thinks. 

After Namjoon starts the microwave, he goes to check the carton of eggs he used in the morning. His jaw drops at the realization that the eggs are long expired, a full three months old. He curses himself for not checking the expiration date before cooking them. They need to do a better job at clearing out expired food. His stomach lurches just thinking about how outdated the eggs are. He feels sicker knowing that they are still swirling around inside his stomach. He needs to prioritize getting them out soon, before he ends up in the hospital. Does he need to go to the hospital for food poisoning? He’ll ask Seokjin or Yoongi when one of them gets home. 

The beeping of the microwave pulls Namjoon from his thoughts. When he opens the microwave, he’s slapped with the steaming aroma of the ramyeon. It’s too much for his sensitive senses. His body responds immediately, not giving him any warnings. Not even sparing him the time to get to the sink. He heaves right where he stands, creating a puddle on the floor and staining his shoes. Once it starts, he can’t stop it. Everything that’s been building up inside of him for hours pours out. It’s a roaring vengeance for trying to ignore it. 

Jungkook hears the initial heave and runs to the kitchen. He grabs a bowl to catch the next round of Namjoon’s vomit. He eases Namjoon to the floor, afraid that his hyung’s legs will give out at any second. His knees were already wobbling. Even with the leader seated on his knees, Jungkook doesn’t trust his balance and keeps a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder to make sure he doesn’t collapse into his own vomit. “I’ve got you, hyung,” Jungkook coaxes, “Get it out. You’re doing great.” His other hand rubs up and down the curve of Namjoon’s spine. 

“The e-eggs,” Namjoon struggles to speak between heaves, “expired. Food poi-poisoning.” Another thick stream of sick pours into the bucket. 

Jungkook sympathizes, cooing and coddling until Namjoon has nothing to bring up anymore. He was right. If he hadn’t injured himself, Namjoon wouldn’t be sick. If Namjoon had just gone to the company building and gotten something to eat there, he wouldn’t be in this situation. It is all his fault. He’s going to make it up to Namjoon, whatever it takes. 

Namjoon finally finishes. There’s still an aching in his stomach. He’s sure that the bacteria will be haunting his digestive system for the next few days at least. He doesn’t think he’ll ever want to eat eggs again. Not after this. Positively drained, he settles himself into Jungkook who accepts him with open arms. Jungkook gently squeezes his hyung’s shoulders. Contrary to popular belief, Jungkook gives the best hugs. He always uses just the right amount of pressure. He’s glad that Jungkook’s there with him. 

Wait. Jungkook’s there with him. And his crutches are nowhere nearby. “Jungkook,” Namjoon’s trying to sound intimidating, but his throat is destroyed from all the vomiting. It’s more of a croak than anything, “Your ankle.” Even as miserable as he feels, he’s concerned for the maknae’s recovery. Jungkook’s actually a bit impressed. 

Now that Jungkook thinks about it, his ankle is throbbing. Maybe the full sprint to the kitchen was not a great idea. But what was he supposed to do? Let Namjoon vomit alone while he hobbled clumsily to the kitchen? Not a chance. The instant he heard his hyung heave, he’d forgotten all about the doctor’s orders. He forgot about the crutches, the lectures, and the comeback. He’ll take another week of break over hearing Namjoon be sick any day. “Don’t worry about that right now, hyung. You’re sick.” He remarks, they’ll sort all that out later. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Then you can take a nap. Sound okay?” 

Namjoon simply nods. He doesn’t have the energy to argue. He does his best to not be too much of a burden to Jungkook. And he adamantly refuses when Jungkook offers to carry him to his room. He insists he can walk up the stairs, and he does, even if it takes ten times longer than it should. Jungkook helps Namjoon clean himself up and then gets Namjoon settled into his bed. Jungkook gets a bucket from the bathroom just in case. 

He sits with Namjoon until the older starts to drift off. “Sorry I couldn’t take better care of you, Jungkook-ie. Hyung was supposed to make sure you were taking good care of yourself. I was supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Oh, hyung. You did take good care of me. I’m sorry you got sick, but it’s not your fault.” He smooths over Namjoon’s sweaty hair, “And I don’t mind taking care of you, whenever you need it.” 

Namjoon smiles, “Jungkook. You need to stay off your ankle. Stay here. Please.” 

Jungkook laughs, picking his feet up to rest on the bed beside Namjoon, “Those are the doctor’s orders.” Namjoon quickly falls asleep and Jungkook follows quickly behind. 

Yoongi’s the first member home for the night. The first thing he notices are Jungkook’s crutches unattended in the living room. He’s then bombarded by the smells of vomit and wanders to the source of the smell. He notices the puddle of sick on the kitchen floor, the bowl of sick also sitting on the floor, and the open microwave with the untouched cup ramyeon on the plate. Namjoon and Jungkook are nowhere to be seen. He needs to find them, he needs answers. Specifically why neither of them updated the group chat. He specifically remembers asking Namjoon to reach out for any help. He runs to Jungkook’s room and finds it empty. His next stop is Namjoon’s room. He finds them both sleeping soundly on the bed. He decides he’ll get answers later. For now, he has a kitchen to clean. And maybe a cup of ramyeon to reheat.

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

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Scenario - Trisal Namseok

Olaaaa! Então, já disse isso nos outros scenarios de trisal que fiz, mas gostaria de reforçar isso aqui: o post não foi feito com o intuito de apoiar nem reforçar nenhum ship. Eu não sou a favor de nenhum dos ships dos meninos, mas isso aqui é pura ficção, escrevi apenas para nos iludir um pouquinho e não porque acredito em qualquer coisa retratada!

É isso, espero que gostem, e me desculpe por qualquer erro! Até mais!!

Você tinha uma amizade um tanto quanto forte com os dois, quando percebeu que estava começando a sentir algo a mais por ambos. 

Ao mesmo tempo que você descobriu seus sentimentos pelos dois, eles também perceberam que estavam começando a gostar de você como mais do que amigue, mas decidiram deixar isso em segredo, no começo. 

Você começou a se afastar deles depois de um tempo, pois queria tentar superar seja lá o que estava passando por dentro da sua cabeça. 

Ambos perceberam isso, e decidiram propor uma conversa completamente sincera entre todos vocês, onde acabaram se abrindo sobre seus sentimentos. 

Eles ficaram surpresos por você gostar dos dois do mesmo jeito, e por mais que nunca tivessem pensado nisso, ficaram com uma mesma coisa martelando na cabeça deles por dias: e se tentassem ter um relacionamento à três? 

Acabaram arriscando isso, já que acreditavam ser o que faria todos mais felizes, e com o passar do tempo eles perceberam não só que tinham mais sentimentos (e por mais pessoas) do que sabiam, mas também que essa tinha sido a melhor decisão que já tinham tomado na vida. 

Ambos são namorados extremamente atenciosos a todo momento, nunca falhando em te fazer se sentir amade, e uma prioridade para os dois. 

Morar com eles é mais tranquilo do que imaginava que seria; por mais que ambos consigam ser bem barulhentos e agitados quando querem, eles são pessoas tranquilas de se conviver, e estão sempre dispostos a te animar quando está para baixo, ou apenas te ouvir e ajudar no que podem. 

O Hobi é de longe o mais carinhoso entre os três; é sempre o responsável por iniciar toques, beijos e abraços, além de ser o maior entusiasta de dormirem de conchinha, por mais que tentem argumentar que está quente demais para isso! 

O Namjoon costuma ser o menos caótico do trisal, sempre rindo quando vocês dois começam a fazer palhaçadas, e achando fofo quando, às vezes, chega mais tarde em casa, e ambos estão quase dormindo no sofá enquanto esperam por ele, embolados um no outro e em cobertas e almofadas. 

Por você ser a única parte do trisal que não trabalha no mesmo meio que eles, é sempre por quem eles procuram quando estão estressados para poderem desabafar, já que não gostam de estressar um ao outro com problemas que já têm que lidar.

Eles detestam te deixar sozinhe em casa, então estão sempre tentando garantir que pelo menos um deles passe a noite com você quando estão na cidade (tentam sempre ficar os dois, na verdade, mas se não for possível apenas um já é melhor do que nada); já quando estão em turnê, ambos te ligam todas as noites, e gostam de falar com você até que durma, por mais que diga que não precisa, pois eles sabem que dorme melhor quando os ouve conversando baixinho.

Que os meninos possuem personalidades bem diferentes não é segredo para ninguém, especialmente para você, mas você admira isso no dia a dia; quando estam os três juntos, dentro de seu espaço e bolha confortável, é quando são os seus "eus" mais verdadeiros, sem máscaras ou filtros alguns, o que sempre dá estranhamente certo; por mais que quase sempre tenham ideias, opiniões ou até vontades diferentes, sempre acabam entrando em acordo, e às vezes até mesmo em pequenas discussões por quererem fazer a vontade um do outro mais do que a própria.

Brigas são coisas muito raras no relacionamento, especialmente se forem sobre coisas sérias; o que acontece de vez em quando são vocês três provocando um ao outro sobre coisas bobas, apenas para rir quando a vítima ficasse nervosa, mas logo esquecem tudo com um simples selinho.

Quando, por alguma difícil razão, vocês têm uma briga séria, as coisas poderm ficar muito feias; não fazem escândalo nem nada do gênero, mas todos têm a mesma mania de usar o tratamento de gelo como mecanismo de defesa, então conseguem passar dias sem se falar, até alguém acabar cedendo e propor uma conversa para se resolverem (as piores brigas são aquelas apenas entre duas partes do trisal, ao invés das três, pois a pessoa deixada de fora sempre acaba sofrendo as consequências do desentendimento mesmo sem ter se envolvido).

O Namjoon era, por um lado, o mais difícil de entrar em brigas, mas isso é por causa de um motivo que por si só faz você e o Hobi se estressarem com ele: às vezes ele esquece que é líder apenas do BTS, e quer ter esse papel dentro do relacionamento também; é comum ele tentar lidar com os problemas de vocês como se estivesse lidando com problemas da empresa, o que leva vocês dois à loucura, só querendo que ele deixe essa pose de lado pelo menos quando está com vocês, e entenda que tudo bem ele perder a cabeça de vez em quando. 

O Hobi costuma se meter em brigas um pouco mais, mas elas nunca são serias; como já dito antes, vocês gostam de se ignorar até um ceder, quando estão nervosos, e em 80% dos casos quem cede é o Hobi; a verdade é que não importa o quão bravo ele esteja, quando a noite chega ele não consegue dormir a menos que saiba que ambos estão bem com ele, por isso que sempre que ele vai dormir nervoso no sofá, dizendo não querer ficar com vocês, tanto você quanto o Namjoon deixavam um espaço bem no meio da cama, sabendo que ele iria se encolher ali sorrateiramente no meio da noite, sussurrando um "Me desculpem", antes de se embolar nos braços dos dois.

Já você é, de longe, quem mais se estressa com eles, por mais que tente se controlar; por você não fazer parte de uma parte importante da vida deles, muitas vezes não entende certas coisas, como eles chegarem de mal humor de repente, ou estarem cansados demais para fazer algo que tinham combinado, ou mesmo não quererem sair com você por não estarem afim de lidar com público; você nunca briga com eles puramente por isso, mas quando as coisas se acumulam, acaba estourando com os dois, dizendo coisas como "Sei que o trabalho é mais importante, mas custa me darem pelo menos um pouco de atenção? Pelo amor de Deus, eu tenho dois namorados, mas parece que eu moro sozinhe!"; você sempre (sempre mesmo) se arrepende quando faz isso, percebendo em pouco tempo o quão injuste estava sendo, e se desculpando com os dois; o ponto é que nenhum deles consegue ficar bravo com você nessas situações, e, na verdade, eles quase sempre se sentem mal por não te darem tanta atenção, então no final do dia acabam todos bem, e na maioria das vezes fazendo algo que eles sabem que te deixa feliz, como assistir o mesmo filme que tanto ama pela centésima vez.

Um dos maiores privilégios que você tem como namorade dos dois é sempre ter acesso antecipado ao trabalho deles; não só pode ouvir o que escrevem e compõem, mas muitas vezes você tem músicas dedicadas à você, ou mesmo ajuda em algum processo, se sentindo orgulhose quando, meses depois, ouvisse os meninos cantando um trecho que saiu da sua cabeça em uma noite que estava acompanhando os meninos na empresa e se deparou com o Namjoon com bloqueio para terminar a música, e decidiu dar uma mãozinha. 

Você e o Hobi adoram acompanhar o Nam nas suas "Namjoonices", sempre aceitando ir com ele para museus, parques ou mesmo para fazer trilhas e visitar feiras de artesanato com ele; muitas vezes vocês nem tinham tanto interesse assim nas atividades, mas gostavam de ver o quão em paz ele ficava nesses lugares, além da empolgação dele por ter duas das pessoas que mais ama se mostrando interessadas nas coisas que ele tanto ama. 

Já para deixarem o Hoseok feliz, nada melhor do que você e o Namjoon o acompanharem em um ensaio até tarde; é comum ele ficar em alguma sala de ensaio por horas sem descansar, e nesses dias, você e o Nam sabem exatamente o que fazer: aparecer lá com o jantar de todos, praticamente obrigando o Hobi a parar para se alimentar e repor as energias, para depois ficarem sentados assistindo ele terminar o que fazia, soltando palavras (e alguns gritinhos) de motivação que nunca falham em fazê-lo rir, além de muitas vezes aceitarem se juntar à ele no final apenas para ver ele empolgado em ensiná-los a sequência que tinha criado.

Os dois também tinham uma coisa favorita para fazer para você: jantares em casa. Por conta da vida corrida deles (e às vezes sua também, nem sempre o seu trabalho coopera) vocês três não têm muito tempo para comerem comidas caseiras juntos, sendo a grande maioria dos seus jantares resumidos em delivery ou um lámen solitário quando estam ocupados demais; por isso que, quando eles sabem que você estava em uma semana particularmente difícil, ambos fazem de tudo para tirarem um tempo para irem para casa antes de você e se dedicarem para preparar um jantar, que nem sempre é a melhor coisa do mundo, mas apenas o carinho e dedicação que colocam no preparo te deixa com o coração leve.  

Vocês três amam conversar, amam mesmo, e sobre tudo; o mais comum é vocês estenderem uma coberta no chão da sala ou da varanda, se o clima permitir, e ficarem horas a fim apenas colocando para fora o que passava pelas suas cabeças; com você deitade no peito do Namjoon e brincando com o cabelo do Hobi, que gostava de deitar nas suas pernas, vocês falam sobre como estão seus pais, ou sobre um gatinho que tinham visto mais cedo, ou sobre uma bobeira que os meninos tinham feito, ou mesmo sobre uma série que um de vocês tinha assistido, e às vezes entram em assuntos mais sérios também, como quando a ansiedade toma conta de vocês, ou estão se sentindo depressivos ou inseguros, sabendo que os outros dois iriam ouvir cada palavra com atenção, e ajudar como podia e no que podia. 

Vocês três gostam de dormir das maneiras mais desconfortáveis possíveis, com as pernas jogadas e enroscadas, e todos tentando abraçar todos, muitas vezes ficando com membros dormentes ou até mesmo tendo indícios de cãibras, mas sempre dormem como anjos quando estão assim, pois nada os deixa mais em paz do que saber que têm quem amam em seus braços, se sentindo seguros naquele pequeno paraíso que chamam de cama.

Nos seus momentos mais íntimos a única certeza que você tem é que vai ficar de pernas bambas até o final da noite; os dois tem uma fixação absurda em te darem prazer, sabendo exatamente o que gosta, e como gosta, e não poupando esforços para te levar à loucura. 

O Namjoon gosta de ficar no comando, e é extremamente difícil convencer ele a ceder esse cargo para qualquer um dos dois; ele gosta de levar vocês dois à beira de um colapso, e de saber que os tem na palma da mão; no final, nada o deixa mais excitado do que ver os dois implorando para que ele os toque. 

O Hobi é um switch clássico; ele se sente bem tanto controlando como sendo controlado, apesar de gostar um pouco mais de estar no controle. Nas raras vezes que o Namjoon aceita ser submisso, ele é tomado por um lado que realmente só aparece dentro das quatro paredes, onde fica sedento por provocar e levá-los à beira do ápice, apenas para arruinar tudo e começar de novo depois, podendo ficar assim por, literalmente, horas.

Na maioria das vezes, porém, vocês costumam ter relações tranquilas, deixando as dominações e provocações extremas apenas para situações especiais; durante o sexo mais cotidiano, vocês três são muito carinhosos, e fazem de tudo para ver os outros bem, trocando carinhos, beijos, elogios e palavras amorosas a todo momento, garantindo que os outros saibam o quão bem está se sentindo também. 

Os dois são profissionais no after sex, por incrível que pareca; seja lá quem ficou mais esgotado com o ato (normalmente você) receberá tratamento especial, incluindo ser acompanhade para se limpar, receber quanto cafuné quiser e também uma massagem nos lugares em que estiver doloride. 

Apesar do cuidado, não é raro os três acordarem com marcas por todo o corpo, servindo como vestígios da noite anterior, e também uma lembrança do quão amados e desejados pelos outros dois são.

mano é muito difícil escolher os gifs pra esses posts de trisal porque são tantos tão fofos que aaaaaa

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Hobi: What are Jin and Jungkook arguing about this time?

Namjoon: They have a bet going about what Yoongi is like in bed. Jin thinks he's secretly really romantic, but Jungkook thinks he's too kinky.

Hobi: Yeah, he's actually both.

Namjoon:

Hobi:

Namjoon:

Hobi: I mean....How would I know? I don't know what Yoongi's like in bed.

Hobi: But I would assume he's both.

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[honeymoonjin]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ot7 x reader || ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 8.9k || ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut - rated 18+

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: threesome agAIN, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), fingering, dom!hoseok, dom!namjoon, sub!reader, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, overstimulation, squirting, restricted sensations, physical restraint, very minimal choking

A/N: phEW this one took a wee bit longer but please enjoy ! i can't believe it's already saturday in the villa 0.0

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN

Yoongi won’t stop grinning down at his eggs. His smile is contagious, tugging at your own cheeks as he keeps trying to hide it with a hand despite it lighting up his whole face.

It started when you stumbled down, still half-asleep, and wished him a good morning.

He smiled then, just a quick one, but he was the only person in the kitchen and your body was still singing with the feeling of him on your lips last night. You stepped forward, shyly tilting your chin up until he got the picture and dipped down, kissing you sweetly and chastely before returning to the smoking bacon.

And now not a single thing the others at the table are discussing seems to make it into his head. He’s tuned out entirely, smile stretching when you pipe up to contribute to the conversation.

You haven’t said the words yet but you kissed him like you love him, and there’s something entirely thrilling about feeling that mutual core of affection. If you squinted, you’re convinced you’d see a thin gold beam of light stretching across the table, tying the two of you together. It feels like pure energy bouncing back and forth without words, this silent secret you both have. You’d stayed up all night fretting and worrying but now, being at the same table as him knowing that he loved you, it’s exciting. It makes you feel hopeful about the future, about the fact that you had him near you for weeks to come at least, and likely more.

It doesn’t surprise you that Yoongi’s grinning like a lovesick idiot over his breakfast when you probably look the exact same.

Jungkook is finally the one to break into the older man’s haze, asking him to pass the plate of toast, and it surprises you to see him frowning, lips tight in a small pout. It smooths out the second that Yoongi smiles at him too, handing over the plate and pointing out the biggest slice for Jungkook to take.

Scooting forward in his chair, Jungkook asks him something you don’t catch, and the two become entrenched in soft-spoken conversation, Jungkook blooming under Yoongi’s sole attention.

Beside you, Namjoon and Hoseok are giggling like schoolgirls as Namjoon funnels food into Hoseok’s mouth, filling his cheeks. Their behaviour has been entirely alien and suspicious to you recently, but you’ve never seen either of them this happy in each other’s company before, so you don’t question it for fear of breaking the mood. You know that being one of only eight people in the house, that you aren’t the only one these men are spending time with, and that the others are certainly growing closer with each other just as you grow close to them. Still, you can’t help but feel out of the loop when you see them, forcing yourself to remember that you’re holding secrets from the group about your lovelife too.

“Elimination day’s drawing closer,” the voice beside you rumbles softly.

It’s Jin, and you’re unsure if it’s him or what he says that makes goosebumps of anxiety prickle across your arms. “Yeah,” you start dumbly, but your heart thuds again when the words sink in. “God, it is too. I don’t even know how I’m meant to…”

He’s making an effort to still be friendly after your… altercation two nights ago, and you appreciate that, but it still feels strange and achy talking to him, having him close. He leans in closer, elbow resting on the table so he can prop up his chin. “How did you decide to vote out Tae? Or me?”

You think back first to that dreadful morning where Taehyung had insisted on being voted out. How different would the competition have been had you chosen someone else? If you’d been able to touch Tae and connect with him longer than the two weeks you got? “I don’t even know,” you answer honestly. “It always feels like an insignificant reason for an important decision. I thought somehow that voting him out, or voting you out, would make things easier on us. But my track record on that isn’t going so well.”

Jin’s chest lifts in a tight breath, but he breathes it out slowly with a nod. “Well, if it wasn’t an important decision, how would you choose? If our feelings weren’t going to be hurt, if it was purely based on the sex. Surely there’s someone who just isn’t doing it for you as much as the others.”

Your cheeks heat as the thought makes you recall the times you’ve shared with all the men sitting around you. Despite them having their own conversations, you feel too exposed to give a name. And, truth be told, you wouldn’t know who to choose even in private.

Nevertheless, Jin senses your hesitance and pats your thigh. “Think about it,” he instructs softly, returning to his half-eaten breakfast, “you still have some to come this week before you choose. You can be selfish, you know. We’re not sex gods or anything, and preferences exist.”

You hum absentmindedly, but you’re already mulling over those words deeply, tuning out of the conversations around you. Everyone had different styles in the bedroom, and you were so thrilled with the variety and the excitement of it that you haven’t even really stopped to consider what your preferences are.

The sex is good across the board, so it’s been too easy to not even really take it that much into account.

You do know for sure that even outside your rapidly blooming feelings for Yoongi, that sex with him feels perfect, equal parts thrilling and comforting. You feel secure and never self-conscious with him. The thought of voting him out twists your heart so sharply that you have to drop your gaze from the table, unable to even see him in your peripheral.

Next in your head is Jimin… Jimin, who had shown you a side of him last night that was so precious and vulnerable and intimate that you can’t imagine voting him out. A month in, and you were still discovering new things with him. When he was softer, your heart melted, and when he pulled out his harder inner dom, it was like a shock of ice to the veins. Neither of those things you wanted to give up.

With three men still to come this week, you have to think back a little further for them.

Namjoon, with certainly a slower start than the rest, never failed to show you a good time. There’s a dynamic with him that you didn’t necessarily have with the others, too. His inexperience only meant that it felt like the two of you were on the same level, learning together about each other. You have a feeling he’s a quick learner, and you have no clue where he might be by the end of the show, but right now being with Namjoon is a different kind of companionship than sleeping with the more proficient men on the show, and you love that.

Speaking of proficient, Hoseok is undeniably the one with the most in-depth knowledge on all things kink, and with him you feel safe exploring things you otherwise wouldn’t. BDSM is more fun than you had realised before coming on the show, and you have a larger repertoire of things you like now. You know if there’s ever anyone that you’d feel comfortable pushing your boundaries with, it would be him. He challenges you more than the others do, but it’s led to some of the most exciting and new sex of your life.

Finally, Jungkook. Jungkook is somewhat of an enigma to you even now. He’s so eager yet secretly very hesitant, and you wonder why he still seems to be tentative with the rest of you despite what you’ve shared. He’s comfortable being physically close, but has yet to really develop strong emotional ties to anyone that you can see. It makes you want to spend more time with him, unraveling all the secrets behind those doe eyes of his, understanding him more. And while you may feel unsure of how he’s doing emotionally, there’s no denying that when it comes to sex, he’s got no qualms. He’s an energizer bunny in the bedroom, and seems the most willing out of anyone to try anything once. He seems to have an insatiable sexual curiosity, one you love indulging with him.

With no sudden revelation to make your upcoming decision any easier, you give up and reach out to finish your coffee, now lukewarm. It takes you a moment to notice the absence of Jin, no longer beside you.

Also missing are the two partners in crime, Taehyung and Jungkook. Frowning at the suspicious sight, you look around to see where they might have gone, only to hear the door shut noisily, followed by tittering.

The three troublemakers careen around the corner back into the kitchen, entirely ignoring the rest of you who are staring in bewilderment.

They have a cardboard box which Jungkook is attempting to wrangle open with his bare hands, eventually defaulting to Jin who slits the tape with some kitchen scissors.

“You guys got delivery?” Hoseok asks incredulously.

In unison, the three heads lift. “Yeah,” Jungkook answers unhelpfully, offering no further information. They’re all too invested in what’s inside the box, gasping as some intimidating-looking tubs and bottles are lifted out, all in plastic wrapping.

An arch appears between Hoseok’s brows as he frowns. “Well, what is it?”

“I’m gonna perm my hair again,” Taehyung states, “I decided last night.”

A laugh bubbles out of your throat. “And it’s here already?”

He just shrugs. “Coupang rocket delivery.” After staring at one of the tubs again, Tae smiles, glancing up around the room. “Anyone wanna help?”

Hoseok shares a look with Namjoon. “We were planning on chilling in the garden today since it’s such great weather. Maybe have a picnic.”

You pause, eyes darting back and forth. On one hand, anything with the two maknaes and Seokjin is bound to be a chaotic time, and you’re extremely curious how Tae will look with tighter curls than his usual. But the picnic is a perfect chance to interrogate Namjoon and Hoseok about what their sudden connection is all about.

In the end, the latter is an opportunity you can’t pass up. “Room for a third at that picnic?” you ask casually, fingers crossed beneath the table.

Hoseok shrugs, Namjoon nodding at you warmly. “Sure thing,” he acquiesces, “I’m gonna make some sandwiches and Hoseok is going to find a picnic blanket if you want to help?”

You narrow your eyes at the academic. “What kind of sandwiches?”

“Probably just ham and cheese or something,” he replies, voice wary. “Why?”

“I don’t trust you with a knife,” you state bluntly, earning a surprised choke from Hoseok, “I’ll come help you.”

“Our saviour,” Hoseok quips before he disappears down the hallway, a distant cupboard opening.

Taehyung, Seokjin and Jungkook disappear to the filmed bathroom, Jungkook pausing on one of the kitchen cameras to show off a tub of bleach, palm splayed behind it to catch the focus, before running off after them.

Only four left, the current crowd doesn’t last long as Jimin leans over to Yoongi of all people with a rakish grin, voice lowering conspiratorially even as it’s perfectly loud enough for you all to hear. “Now, Yoongi-hyung, you and I are due a chat. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten the chance to sit down and talk to you one-on-one.”

Yoongi looks for all intents and purposes like a small kitten in headlights, shrinking back into his chair. “Um. Yeah, okay. Here, or…?”

“My bedroom is fine,” Jimin purrs, already standing up, jerking his chin towards the stairs to get Yoongi to follow.

The older man gapes incredulously. “Wait, are- are we fucking?”

Jimin blinks, suave facade slipping. “Huh? I mean, I wasn’t planning to. Do you want me to rail you?”

Yoongi coughs, cheeks reddening as he jerks back in shock. “That’s not what I mean!”

With a flat stare, like he’s unconvinced, the pornstar tips his head to the side. “You’re the one who said it.” A sigh. “Anyway, I was being literal. I want to chat to you in private.”

After a delay, Yoongi stands up, rubbing at his pink face. “If you get your dick out, I’m leaving,” he grumbles.

“Goodness me, your neck must be so sore from having your head in the gutter all day. I’m almost impressed. Hurry up, now, hyung.”

Their ragtag departure up the stairs leaves only you and Namjoon still at the table, and you let out a deep exhale. “Alright, then,” you announce, standing up yourself. “Let’s make these sandwiches. You can be on assembly duty and I’ll cut some slices.”

“Deal,” Namjoon responds easily, and you smile at the natural way the two of you fall in line with each other. It’s been too long since you had a proper chance to talk to Namjoon or Hoseok, both you and them too focused on other people, and you appreciate the time you now have with the former.

“How’re the studies going?” you ask over your shoulder as you rummage through the fridge. “Still doing it?”

“The hustle never stops,” he quips slightly awkwardly like he’s unused to the phrase. “It gives me whiplash sometimes. One moment I’m in a meeting receiving a piece of paper with instructions on how to have sex with someone for that week, and then an hour later I’m in my room trying to track down a specific source for my biography. It’s...peculiar.”

“I get you,” you commiserate, “I mean, not with studying. I don’t know how you do it; I’ve entirely lost grasp of all my commitments outside this house.” Namjoon barks a laugh in return and you smile at the jolly sound of it. “But it’s so strange being here. It’s been long enough that it feels normal, yet I keep getting reminded of just how weird it is. Tomorrow it’ll be a month since we met each other.”

Namjoon, with one hand hovering over a slice of bread, pauses and lets out a slow breath. “It doesn’t feel like a month. Four weeks is nothing, yet-” He cuts himself off, continuing to butter the piece of bread. “I guess you could say the unique situation and stress of being dropped into this show suddenly helped us form really quick bonds with each other. I’ve been thinking a lot about whether I’d likely become friends with you all had we been in a regular way of life.”

“And your conclusion is…?” For some reason, your heart thuds anxiously at the thought of hypothetical rejection, even as you understand where he’s coming from.

“Not entirely formed yet,” he finishes. “The only thoughts I have are that I probably wouldn’t have ever really met most of you were it not for the competition, so in that regard we wouldn’t have been friends.” Namjoon pauses to glance down the hallway, continuing when he sees it’s still empty. “Hoseok-hyung, for example. I wouldn’t have ever gone into a sex club. Even if I bumped into him in public, he’s either intimidatingly sexy or intimidatingly happy, so I wouldn’t have the guts to approach him.”

You smile fondly at the subtly panicked tone in Namjoon’s voice, like saying it aloud gives it the power to become true. “But now?” you question softly.

“Now it feels like I’ve had something missing before him. He just gets me. If I’m honest, it’s starting to feel that way for all of you. I’m so used to you all around me now that I’m not really sure what life was like before anymore. I’m worried it’ll feel vacant once the show ends.”

“I worry about that too,” you reply honestly, and part of you is glad you’re not alone in fearing how much things could change, how much they probably will. “I’ve been trying not to think about it.”

“Sorry,” Namjoon breathes reflexively, sheepish grin. “I won’t disturb your peaceful denial any longer.”

You scoff warmly. “Oh, a true gentleman,” you quip, handing him a handful of cheese slices to add to the sandwiches. He’s tracked down some leftover meat, stacking them seemingly without rhyme or reason, though with Namjoon you find that hard to believe.

“I do my- ah, here comes hyung.”

Glancing up, you hear the footfalls of Hoseok a moment before you see him, emerging triumphantly with a poorly-folded lump of bedsheets and the cardboard box Taehyung’s delivery came in, now empty. “This can be our picnic blanket, and here’s a basket.”

“It’s borderline blasphemous to call that a basket, but alright. Are you sure we’re allowed to use those sheets? They might stain green outside.”

“Eh,” Hoseok deflects with an unbothered shrug, leaving the box on the kitchen counter and exiting from the side door that leads to the backyard. “I’ll get us a good spot,” he shouts over his shoulder as he leaves.

“Almost done,” Namjoon adds once he’s gone, wrapping the sandwiches in a paper towel inside the box. “You ready to head out? I just want to pack some water bottles too.”

“Sure thing.” Closer to the fridge, you grab them for him and the two of you head out after Hoseok, spotting his beanstalk figure hopping around on the grass near the patio and barbecue area.

In an oversized tie-dye shirt and baggy shorts, Hoseok looks tiny from a distance, and even when you approach, is far more delicately built than Namjoon. Despite that, he stomps the ground robustly and shakes out the bedsheet in a billow, letting it fall on the grass. “This is the best spot on the lawn,” he decides in a matter-of-fact tone, “come sit.”

Without protest, you and Namjoon make yourself at home on the sheet with him. It’s thin enough that you can feel the texture of the grass below, but nonetheless is perfectly comfortable to stretch your legs out on.

Feeling the sun begin to sink in on the uncovered parts of your body, you let out a deep sigh and close your eyes. You hear the crack of a water bottle being opened for the first time and gulped from, but neither man makes a move for the sandwiches, just content to enjoy the fresh air for a moment.

Your tongue itches with the urge to question them, but blurting it out might spook them and cause them to be put off or guarded, so you simply lean back on your elbows and sit in the comfortable silence, letting them bring up conversation when they’re ready.

One of them lies down next to you, Hoseok by the sound of his grunt of impact as he flops down. Namjoon exhales audibly from above, a low, familiar rumble.

“It’s beautiful out,” you say eventually when neither of them make an attempt to break into the quiet. It’s not like you’re lying; your lungs feel two sizes larger breathing in the open air and the warm rays soothe you. “Shame we can’t go down to the river on a day like this.”

Hoseok hums noncommittally. “I like it here just fine.” You sense a smile in his voice, so you crack an eye open to confirm. He’s on his stomach, chin propped up in both hands with his legs lazily swinging back and forth in the air.

You laugh at the visual, nothing more than breath escaping. “I hope I’m not intruding,” you begin meaningfully.

“Never,” Namjoon responds without hesitation, staring down the bridge of his nose to the two of you lying in front of him. “You’re always welcome.”

Heart warming, you try and tamp down the butterflies and stay focused, letting out a casual shrug. “It’s just that the two of you have been really close lately. If you were wanting some alone time, I understand.”

Hoseok lifts his chin suddenly, turning his head to stare you down with a piercing gaze. He searches your face intently for a moment before amusement begins to glint in his eyes and a smirk forms. “And here I thought you were joining us for the delight of our company.”

“I am!” you defend in a cry, making him laugh. “Seriously! Okay, sure, I wanna be kept in the loop, but if I didn’t want to spend time with you I would’ve just, I don’t know, texted you.”

Still dubious, Hoseok’s grin doesn’t leave his face as he shares a glance with Namjoon. “Well, should we tell her, or should we tell her?”

You frown at the difference in emphasis. The two take no note, noises of consideration mingling.

“Let’s just tell her first,” Namjoon decides after a pause. When Hoseok nods in agreement, the younger man turns to you. “Hoseok-hyung and I are dating.”

You blink, mouth slowly falling open as your brain processes it. More so than surprise at the concept, it’s simply shock at easily Namjoon says it. He states it without inflection, as simple and objective as fact. The recent-virgin academic and the experienced kinkster.

Narrowing your eyes, you stare them down. “Wait- What’s the second thing? Tell me tell me.”

The two of them go silent for a second or two before Namjoon clears his throat, the slightest flush on his cheeks. “Hoseok-hyung and I are, uh, actually just pretending to date.”

This one throws you for more of a loop. It’s so silent outside, not so much as a bird chirp, and you just stare slack-jawed at the two of them. “What?”

Hoseok purses his lips at your incredulous tone. “I know it’s a lot out of nowhe-”

“Why would you need to pretend to date if the- the pretend dating is a secret?” you cut off, mind whirring to connect the dots.

The two partners in crime share a glance. “Well,” Hoseok attempts to explain, “we only wanted it to be partly a secret. Like, hopefully you and the guys were starting to suspect, you know. We were just not-” He stops himself, eyes going foggy. “I’m starting to realise this doesn’t make a lot of sense now that I say it out loud.”

You still have no words, and Namjoon rushes to fill the silence, shifting on the bed sheet with a pained look. “It was my idea,” he divulges, and that is one of the more surprising things of the talk so far, “to experience what it was like without the pressure of it being, you know, real.”

Hoseok frowns a little, biting into his lower lip and sitting up more, tucking his legs underneath him. “Namjoon was beginning to feel left out of- of whatever the rest of you have going on, no offense, and I can’t blame him. We just wanted to have some of our own fun.”

Once again his words makes you pause, but this time it’s to really think it through. You’d perceived them as having gone off on their own, spending less time with you and the others, but really you’d been focused on the other members of the house more than them for a while. You hadn’t properly talked to Hoseok since the incident at his workplace, and Namjoon only really shared a coffee with you some mornings before the others came down.

“I’m so sorry,” you say, humbled by it.

“Don’t be.” Namjoon sends you a warm smile, a genuine one. “I’m not- I’m not mad or anything, and if I’m honest, I don’t think I’d be ready to explore something real yet. This has been a really nice trial run.”

You sit up, on par with the two of them again. “Let me just get this straight; the two of you aren’t dating, just acting coupley to see what it’s like?”

“That’s the gist of it, I’d say,” Hoseok agrees easily. “No romantic feelings, just two guys bein’ dudes with a little spice to it.”

Namjoon smiles tightly, and busies himself with pulling out a sandwich. “Anyone hungry?”

“Starving,” Hoseok gushes, even though he’d made no prior attempt to eat one. He takes at least a third of the sandwich away in a single bite, not pausing to chew. “Chef Na’joon, you’f done i’ again.”

“That’s impolite,” Namjoon rebuffs at the same time as you complain, “I helped make it too!”

Wide-eyed, Hoseok chews the rest down and swallows hard. “Damn. If you can’t handle the heat, get out of the oven.”

“That isn’t the-” Namjoon gives up prematurely and defeatedly takes a bite from his own sandwich.

You grin at the two of them, laying yourself back down onto the bedsheets. “You two are like an old married couple.”

“Are you sure you didn’t leave your dentures inside, honey?” Hoseok coos to Namjoon without a second’s hesitation. “It’s hard to kiss you when you’re all gummy.”

Namjoon’s eyes cast skywards like he’s begging the heavens as he mutters something under his breath. “I want a divorce.”

“As long as I get custody over the custom-built sex dungeon,” Hoseok compromises with a dreamy sigh, head tilted up to catch the sun.

Namjoon splutters on a mouthful of bread, coughing violently. With a laugh, you lean over and pat him on the back heartily, unbelievably endeared by his wounded expression. “I told you not to make sex jokes when I’m eating,” he complains.

Hoseok frowns. “You also told me not to make sex jokes when I have my hands on your dick. I’m beginning to think there’s no good time to make sex jokes with you, Namjoon.”

“You’re only just beginning to think?” Namjoon questions with a look of despair.

Before Hoseok opens his mouth, you intervene. “Woah, hold up, rewind: you guys are having sex? I thought the relationship was fake?”

“So what? What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t rail my bro every now and again?”

Namjoon goes pale at Hoseok’s words. He offers no reply, avoiding your gaze with imminent embarrassment.

“Fascinating,” you remark slowly, grinning at the palpable tension between the two of them. “We’ve all truly tangled ourselves up hopelessly in this game, haven’t we?”

Hoseok pauses for a moment, eyes darting past you to the house, across to Namjoon, and back at you again. “Wanna tangle it up some more?”

Your brows lower in interest. “What do you propose?”

“Propose? Y/n, I haven’t even bought the ring yet!”

You reach out to buff his shoulder gently with a cry of indignation. “Hoseok! You know what I mean!”

“Well,” he begins, voice dropping into the lower register that makes your stomach flip on command, “ever since you offered to join us I’ve been picturing the two of us laying you down on the picnic blanket and making you come so hard you see stars in the middle of the day. How about that?”

Your breath hitches, Hoseok looking delightfully intimidating as he leans above you. “I wouldn’t protest,” you respond weakly, heart thudding in your chest.

“Good,” your reply comes in a purr, and you suck in a breath when Hoseok’s hand, cool from the refrigerated water bottle, tucks between your thighs and rests on the tender flesh. He doesn’t push, but instead lets you part them willingly for him.

“Namjoon,” Hoseok continues without taking his eyes off of you, “want to do the honours of tasting her first?”

Your hand reaches out to lock around Hoseok’s wrist, not to pull him away but to anchor yourself, feeling floaty at just how suddenly the mood has changed. You see Namjoon shifting closer, face still soft with shyness.

“Joon,” you call quietly, biting your lip at how needy you sound already. With your free hand, you reach out to him. He leans forward, letting your fingers link together, and lifts your ankle up to kneel between your legs.

Instead of dropping your leg to the side, he sends you a warm, sensual look and lowers his lips to the sensitive flesh of your inner ankle, pressing a single kiss there. Your breath hitches, and you see a smile peek out before he moves slightly upwards, kissing you there too.

Inch by inch, he lines the inner side of your leg with butterfly kisses, chaste but intentioned. There’s a slight breeze in the air, but still you feel like a furnace, the muscles in your thighs trembling at the suppressed desire.

When he gets close enough to your core that you feel his hair brush against your opposite leg, you no longer have the energy to hold your head up, letting it fall lax against the bedsheet.

From this angle, you can see the expanse of open blue sky, which is quickly blotted by Hoseok himself, leaning over you with a heavy look in his eyes. Namjoon’s lips have reached as far as they can go on your exposed leg, and you suck in a sudden breath as he hooks his finger in the waistband of your shorts, flicking open the button and fly and pulling them gently down, panties coming off in unison.

Hoseok’s fingers lazily trace the line of your cheekbones and jaw, and you stare wide-eyed up at him as he draws in close, casting you in shadow. “Close your eyes,” he whispers, “I want you to really feel it.”

It’s not said with great volume or force, but you obey his command without hesitation nonetheless, lips parted in anticipation. What you aren’t expecting is a pressure against your ears as he uses both hands to block them, until all you can hear is the natural thrum of his body like a distant sea.

You fight the urge to open your eyes in surprise, but you can’t suppress the jump you get when you suddenly feel the lightest flick of a tongue against your inner thigh, a breath away from where you want it most.

You feel the exhale against your core as Namjoon presumably chuckles, and your back arches slightly off the ground, wanting to guide yourself to him more. There’s a muffled murmur that you can’t make out, followed by a reply, and heat flushes through you at the thought that they’re probably talking about you. You’re right beneath them, yet you can’t hear them discuss you.

You get a fright again at the next touch, but this time it isn’t as fleeting. Namjoon dives in, dragging the tip of his tongue up you to part your folds, catching on your clit. Your legs seize up, but he’s still got a hold on one of your ankles, and pushes back so that knee folds against your chest. You’re spread wide for him, unable to wriggle out of it, unable to even see or hear what’s going on, and you couldn’t be more turned on by it.

All you can discern of Hoseok is his hands cupping your ears, but you can picture him now, staring intensely down at where Namjoon’s face is buried in your pussy. The academic doesn’t hold back, and if you weren’t so aroused you’d be jealous Hoseok had deprived you of that sight.

It’s clear that the older man must have been divulging wisdom over their extended shared time together, and it pays off with every lash of Namjoon’s tongue. It isn’t the first time he’s been between your legs, but that hesitance has been replaced by indulgence and prowess.

Perhaps it’s the excitement of being so explicit outside, with the sun beating down on you, or perhaps it’s Namjoon’s sudden gift, but the pleasure pools in you much faster than usual, building almost instantly.

Your clitoris throbs when unattended, twitches when the texture of Namjoon’s tongue laves over it. He has a hand resting on your mound, the thumb of which is holding the hood back so it’s fully exposed, and every second of contact feels like an electric shock. It’s bordering on the edge of being too intense, but somehow the restricted sight and hearing, coupled with the strong grip Namjoon has on your ankle keep you grounded, and you arch deeper into it, resulting in the vibrations of a moan against you.

Since Namjoon’s tongue first descended on you, you’ve been unable to hold back your moans and whimpers, but they resonate within you instead of from outside, sounding like you’re underwater. Over time, they get louder and louder, and it’s like being hotboxed inside your own pleasure. You can’t imagine what it must sound like for the two men without restrictions, but neither of them complain.

One side of your head is alleviated in pressure briefly, and you catch a breath in your throat as Hoseok’s lips brush against that ear, teeth darting out to tug at your lobe before he addresses you. “We want to watch you come, princess,” he declares, “let go for us.”

Even as you’re well on your way to a climax already, Hoseok’s command lights a fire within you, and you clench around nothing, feeling empty. Namjoon’s tongue stiffens, picking up the pace and doubling down on you. Your leg jerks, but he doesn’t budge, holding you open with a strength he so rarely demonstrates.

You have to squeeze your eyes shut in order not to open them, and your back can’t stay stable on the ground. More rumbles surround you, and you can’t work out which one belongs to who, but once again the mere concept of it has you dripping and trembling, so deftly pinned between them.

Instead of a straight runway, the path to your edge hooks suddenly. In one moment, you’re enjoying the build-up, and then Namjoon sucks your swollen clit into his mouth with a drawn-out hum, and you feel your orgasm pulse through you like a bomb blast. Your body seizes up so tightly that he has to press down on your lower abdomen to hold you there, and you almost hit him as your hands instinctively fly down to grab at something, anything.

You end up burying your hands in his hair as you cry out hopelessly, truly taken off-guard by how viciously the pleasure wracks your body. Your eyes prick behind closed lids as he continues to lap at you, and before long you’re attempting to wriggle away desperately as oversensitivity sharply replaces arousal.

Hoseok’s hands leave your ears, and you gasp in a breath as sound returns in full bore. He’s praising you as the obscene slurping noise below continues, and instead of helping free you from the onslaught, a deft hand slips under your jaw and delicately but firmly holds you down by the throat, head tipped up so that even as you blink your eyes open, all you can see is him.

“Hobi,” you stutter out as the other man shifts to wrap both arms around your thighs, locking you in place on his mouth, “t-too much.”

“That’s not how you address me.” His face is lacking the jovial nature of before. Now, all you can see is the harsh lines and intelligent stare of the dom inside him. “You looked so pretty coming, we want you to do it again.”

“I can’t,” you insist frantically, writhing around fruitlessly as needles of oversensitivity prickle your nerves. Namjoon’s tongue stings you, mercifully avoiding your clit itself, but refusing to let up on eating you out. “Fuck, please, I can’t, master!”

“You will,” Hoseok replies, no room for disagreement. “Namjoon; two fingers.”

Tears creep up again as Namjoon releases one of your legs, digging between them. He lifts his mouth off you for a singular moment of relief before he’s sinking his fingers inside you, twisting them in a search for the spot that’ll make you go crazy. He finds it before long, and you moan lowly as he rubs it in shallow thrusts, making you feel overfull even with only two fingers inside you.

Your moment of respite is short-lived, however, as occupying your folds means that Namjoon’s tongue has to go somewhere else. You jerk like you’ve been electrocuted when it finds your sensitive clit again, circling it, but beneath the barrage is an undercurrent fueled by the dual stimulation. It’s too much, yet… You find yourself craving more of that deeper pleasure, body torn between escaping Namjoon and seeking him out.

One of Hoseok’s fingers lifts up over your jaw, toying with your lower lip. His hair is hanging down, exposing his forehead from below, and you sob at the line of focus between his dark brows. “Help,” you cry weakly, barely even sure of your own words, “it’s too- please.”

Hoseok gives a small smile, and for a moment you think he’s about to free you from the overwhelming sensations, but then he opens his mouth. “Three.”

The stretch of Namjoon’s thick fingers feels impossible to take when your core muscles are tightening relentlessly, but he manages to fuck them into you nonetheless, and your body is so awash with sensation that you feel like you’re dying.

Something akin to fear soaked in arousal floods your system when you feel a second orgasm approaching. You dread it even as you’re crying out for it, and you barely catch Hoseok questioning your colour. You manage to choke out confirmation before you succumb to shivers that grow in intensity with every flick of Namjoon’s tongue.

There’s a pressure inside you. It builds more tangibly than your first orgasm, filling you from the inside, and as Hoseok tightens his grip just slightly on the sides of your throat, your eyes widen at the realisation of what’s to come.

You attempt to call out their names, but you can’t even manage a syllable without moans breaking through. Your breaths become shorter and louder, legs tensing and untensing as you try to hold it back, but there’s no way you can fight the ruthlessness of Namjoon’s fingers and tongue.

With a strangled cry, the floodgates burst open and you’re cumming with a gush. Namjoon finally slows down, simply rocking his fingers inside you to wring out every last drop, and you sob in relief even as your body still twitches from the force of it.

Hoseok’s hand is lifting off of your throat and brushing your hair back, but your eyes have slipped shut, overwhelmed tears slipping down your temples. He wipes them away with his thumbs as they come, and down below Namjoon massages your shaky thighs and presses sweet kisses to your lower stomach.

Heat pools around you, and you flush at the realisation that you must’ve soaked the bedsheet, and probably half of Namjoon too. He doesn’t make any complaints, however, out of breath himself.

“What a good girl you were for us,” you hear Hoseok praise warmly, “coming so beautifully like that. How are you feeling, princess? When you have enough energy, you should drink some water. Replace those fluids, hm?”

You whine in embarrassment, too exhausted to really feel it but blushing nonetheless. “Fuck, you two are demons together.”

Behind closed eyes, you can picture Hoseok grinning rakishly at Namjoon. “My young grasshopper is learning well, isn’t he?”

Namjoon’s flustered laugh graces your ears and tickles the skin of your stomach, and he sits up after one last chaste kiss on your hipbone. His hand slides down to rest lazily on your shin, keeping you grounded. “I hope it wasn’t too much,” he says with an inflection of concern.

You huff out a breath and lift yourself up onto your elbows, cracking one tired eye open. “I mean, it was, but in a surprisingly good way.” His face glows in relief, and you certainly aren’t lying. It’s been a long time since you’ve been really pushed like that, and while it’s no surprise Hoseok was involved, Namjoon has proven quite the dark horse.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he says warmly, and your heart races when he suddenly leans in to brush his lips across yours, kissing you sweetly. When he pulls back, his cheeks are a deep pink, and he avoids your gaze. “We should get you inside out of the sun.”

The reminder that you’re outside, half-naked, and lying in a pool of your own creation makes you groan. “Shit, I can’t even feel my legs.”

Hoseok makes a dismissive noise, reaching out to grope Namjoon’s right bicep. “That’s what these are for.”

You scoff, but make no protest. The pair of them help you scoot over to a dry patch of bedsheet and help dress you. You wince as your panties slide on, feeling uncomfortably wet against you. Hoseok does up your shorts button with a flourish, patting your side like you’re a truck ready to take off.

Being lifted into Namjoon’s arms after all the energy has been wrung from your body feels delightful. You’re still feeling a little post-orgasm clingy, and having a strong man to latch onto is hitting the spot just right. He’s got you secure against his chest, with one arm under your butt and the other around your back in case your grip around his shoulders fails.

You hum in content as he marches you carefully towards the back sliding door, burying your face in the crook of his neck. If you weren’t careful, you could fall asleep in his embrace, and boy is it tempting.

When he pauses, and you hear the door open, you peek up, checking if the coast is clear. From your awkward angle, it doesn’t seem like there’s anyone there, but your relief is short-lived. Namjoon turns to shut the door behind him and Hoseok, and over his shoulder you get a full view of the living room, where the remaining five men stare at the three of you, none of them making any attempt to hide the fact that they’re all posted by the windows.

Most of them are scattered around closer to the glass (Taehyung has ridiculously large folds of aluminium foil covering his hair, rustling when he turns to look at you all), but Yoongi’s on the couches behind. He smirks at you without shame, raising his brows in question.

You tighten your koala grip around Namjoon as he turns again, giving an awkward greeting to the others and making his way to the hallway. Wriggling around, you glare over your shoulder at the doctor. “Not a word,” you hiss, but you worry your current predicament doesn’t help with taking you seriously.

Hoseok brings up the rear, and you bury your head back into the safety of Namjoon’s collarbone when you hear the distinct slap of a high-five.

You barely manage to get out of your shorts and shirt before collapsing into bed in your panties, and a shower is out of the question. Within ten minutes of settling under the covers, you’re out like a light.

It’s past sunset when you awaken, and you curse at the realisation that you’ve certainly fucked up your sleep schedule for the night. Hunger twists your stomach, and you stumble out of your bed on still-weak legs, redressing in the same crusty clothes to make your way downstairs for some food.

Taking your phone with you on the way, you suck in a breath at just how late it is. Well after midnight, you’ve managed to get a full night’s rest in the middle of the day. Were it not for the whole Villa apparently knowing you got absolutely wrecked in the backyard, you would be surprised no one had woken you.

Instead, you’re kind of grateful for the long, uninterrupted rest. You still feel a little groggy, and suspect if you’re lucky you’ll be able to go back to bed in an hour or so, but it feels like you’ve done a hard reset and woken up on a clean slate.

As a bowl of leftovers spins in lazy circles in the microwave, you let your mind wander with a little more clarity than before.

Today - or, you suppose, yesterday - you had some incredible, intense sex with two people you care deeply about. You did the same thing in a very different way with Jimin and Taehyung the day before that. Yoongi never misses in the bedroom, and you look forward to Jungkook every week. You miss actually getting to be close to Jin and Taehyung properly, but in the time you had with them, they didn’t disappoint either.

By now, a month in, all of them had to know that they were in no sense bad at sex. If they were observant enough like you, they’d also realise that all of you had a connection that ran deeper than just the sex, and it wasn’t really something that could be ranked.

So your choice, quickly approaching, isn’t as egregious as you’ve been fearing it to be. Maybe Jungkook would royally fail his prompt, or maybe you’d decide that one of the scenes this week was less your taste. Maybe one of them would make a cheeky remark before the meeting and you could boot them in revenge.

You let out a small laugh, the microwave beeping its completion. What did it even matter?

You’d take the connection you and Taehyung shared over meaningless sex, you’d rather have Jin holding back out of respect and care than him railing you seven ways to Sunday but not looking at you otherwise. And when it inevitably comes down to it, you know that it’ll be the same with all of them.

Having feelings for them didn’t have to mean that voting them out would be some great offense or attack. Rather, you could rest assured that the love and affection was there still, and would be waiting for you after the show wrapped up.

Hissing at the hot steam exiting the bowl, you stir its contents, feeling a little more hopeful. There’s certainly no way you can really ensure that all of you will stay together after the show, but as time goes on it’s feeling more tangible. And the angst you’ve been feeling over the past week is in some ways just wasting the time that you could otherwise be spending enjoying their company.

Resolving to be more positive going forward, you pick up your chopsticks and dig in.

“Mind if I join you?”

You jump, almost dropping the bowl in your surprise. Behind you, rubbing at his eyes sleepily, is Taehyung. “What are you doi- Tae! Your hair!”

He winces, like he’s expecting a bad reaction, but you’re blown away by the change, and how good it looks on him. Gone are his dark, floppy waves. The sleek spaniel coat is now more poodle-like, tightly permed curls floating weightlessly around his head in a near-halo. It’s lighter, too, like he’s half-bleached it. Not blonde, but instead a sweet honey gold. It looks insanely endearing, and immediately your fingers twitch with the urge to fluff it up. “Is it okay?” he murmurs, biting on his lip.

“It’s gorgeous,” you coo, “look at you. So pretty. But what are you doing up, Tae?”

He warms, stepping forward in his socked feet, robe haphazardly tied around his waist. “You like it? I was just going to the bathroom and I heard the microwave.”

“Sorry,” you apologise, pushing the still-steaming bowl and chopsticks away like it’s betrayed Taehyung.

He shakes his head, causing the gentle cloud of hair to stir slightly. “I wanted t’ see you,” he confesses, wetting his lips.

You beam, reaching out to tug him into a hug, relishing the contact. He was the perfect person to cuddle, and still warm from his bed. When you pull away, he sways on his feet. “Do you wanna share? I just heated up whatever was left from dinner since I slept through it.”

Taehyung refuses with another shake of his head. “I’m fine. I just wanted to…” He trails off uncertainly, gaze lifting to stare at the blinking red light of the kitchen camera. “I’m fine.”

Suddenly, you feel an ache inside you opening up a crevasse. The hug was enough to unravel your heart strings a little, but now you just yearn for more. And if the vulnerable way he watches you is anything to go by, fiddling with his bottom lip and frowning slightly, he does too.

A light bulb illuminates inside you for a moment. Risk for reward. Keeping the game in context. You shouldn’t. But-

“Taehyung,” you state softly. His eyes snap up to yours again from where they’d drifted, and he makes a noise of acknowledgement. “You know the rules, right? About you getting kicked off if you don’t touch me?”

His brows knit together and he recoils a little. “Yeah. I know.”

“And how the rules are… not so harsh for me,” you continue. “You choose what I wear for 24 hours, that’s fine, and then I just have to hang with Sejin for a while.”

Taehyung eyes you warily. “Hang with him? You get handcuffed to him.”

“Anways,” you power on, “that doesn’t matter, I just- I want to ask you something.”

The masseuse sucks in a breath, and leans back against the countertop like he needs it to stay standing. Hands clutching the edge, almost as if he knows what’s coming. “Ask away.”

You bite your lip, feeling your heart race in your chest at the prospect of what you’re about to propose. “Tae. If I kissed you, would you be able to not touch?”

All the air rushes out of his lungs as he squeezes his eyes shut. He stays like that for a moment, face pained, considering. You feel equal parts dreadful and hopeful, but you’re so sick of being so close to him and holding back for a rule on a game show that means nothing in the long run, not really.

His silence stretches an eternity. Eventually, his eyes open, balefully. “I’m scared to risk it,” he answers in a low rumble. “I don’t wanna go.”

You swallow, pressing your lips together to contain your emotion. You reach forward, slowly so as not to startle him, and let your fingers slip over the backs of his hands to pin them to the countertop. You’re so close to him that you can feel the warmth coming off of him, and you tilt your chin up, torn by the way his eyes storm over.

“I don’t want you to go either,” you vow, “but I miss you. I want you. If I hold you like this, you won’t touch me. I trust you.”

“Y/n,” he whispers, and your name on his tongue sounds like a prayer. “Kiss me.”

You’re surging up, on tiptoes to reach him first, finally you’re joined again. He lets you control it, pliant and willing beneath you, and you tighten your fingers around his hand desperately as you kiss him. You can taste the slightest tone of mint from his toothpaste, but beyond that he’s so wholly Taehyung that you feel close to tears.

The thought of punishment fades to nothing. All you know, and all you feel is him, and it’s more than enough. The time apart is worked away under your lips until nothing separates you, and when he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, it feels like ecstasy. He kisses you like he’s writing love letters with his mouth, ones only you can decipher. You’re heady with it, hands wanting nothing more than to leave their post and cradle his face, or fluff his hair, or slip beneath his robe to feel the sear of his skin on yours. You force yourself to stay still, pressing your body closer to his instead.

When he kisses you like this, you don’t regret voting him out, because the distance has only made it that much richer, flush with meaning and adoration. It sustains you, and even as you hunger for more, you feel like you could go on weeks from this one touch alone.

His hands twitch beneath yours, and you push down harder, making a small noise against his lips. The sound is swallowed between you, but he huffs an apology all the same, relaxing under your secure hold. It’s a seesaw game of giving everything in his kiss, and holding back everywhere else, and your heart races at the heightened stakes of it. While the game itself wasn’t the be-all-end-all, you’d be devastated to have Taehyung ripped from the show, from you and all the others in the house that held him dear. Most of all, you grip onto his hands tightly for Taehyung’s own sake.

The time is taken from you too soon, an angry vibration ringing through the air, cutting you off. You pull away, bewildered at the sound of an incoming phone call after two in the morning.

Taehyung blinks like he’s being awoken from a stupor, and gently slips his hands out from under yours to pat at his face. “Who is that?”

Confused, you reach out and grab your buzzing phone off the countertop. On the screen, a very familiar name is dialing you. “Oh god,” you mumble lowly. Swiping across, you place the phone on speaker so Taehyung can listen in.

“My office, the both of you,” Sejin’s voice announces, “immediately.” A single, flat beep indicates he’s hung up, and the consequences of your actions crash onto you in that following silence like a bucket of seawater.

“You don’t think..? He wouldn’t count me kissing back as… Right?”

Your veins run cold with dread at the look of genuine fear on Taehyung’s face. Feeling whiplash, you shake your head numbly. “I guess we go find out.”

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[youmyjhope]

NamSeok Moans / Audio Smut

here are my boys.

do not repost

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[bangtanfanficarchive]

Namjoon x Hoseok Royalty AU

Prompt: namseok, royalty au, "you really need to go"

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Hoseok is a Prince and Namjoon is his stablehand. And they're hopelessly, stupidly in love, much to the King's distaste.

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[bangtiddies]

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon Genre: Fluff Rating: PG Words: 273 Warnings: none, although there is a sliver of booty patting

Prompt: requested by @mlkydrms​​: I would like number 12 with hobi and joonie if you'd try? or if not just either one of them would be nice.

Note: unedited because I’m a fool. Hope you like this bby ❤️❤️

Most mornings start with sounds of farm animals, birds chirping, wind against the grass. Despite it being a nicer sound to wake up to compared to the blaring car honk alarm you used to have, you groan at the sound in your sleep. Hoseok also groans, reaching for the phone that’s making the alarm sound named Farm.

Like most mornings, Hoseok reaches over your body to stop the alarm. You stir awake, rolling over so that your body is facing his, slipping your arms under his, your body hugging his. He stops the alarm just as the cows moo again, before trying to get up and out of bed like he does every morning.

But this morning, unlike most mornings, you keep your hold on him, keeping him tight in your arms on the bed.

“No,” you say, eyes still shut, burying your face into his chest.

“But--” Hoseok starts, only to be shushed by Namjoon, who also wraps his arms around him.

“It’s your day off,” Namjoon mutters sleepily, nuzzling his face into Hoseok’s back.

“I know, but--”

“No, you’re staying here with us,” you say, moving your body closer to his, trying your best to also wrap your arms around Namjoon. Your arms are too short. You settle on patting his bottom, smiling when you hear a soft chuckle from him.

Hoseok sighs, fond smile reaching his face as he relaxes in yours and Namjoon’s arms. “Fine. I’ll stay.”

Most mornings start with preparing for busy schedules and a colder bed. But on mornings like today, your bed is warm, bodies intertwined, love and warmth shared between you and your boyfriends.

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[xnamgi]

♥ ❝ NOT IN LOVE ❞ ➝ YOONMIN AU

01 >> Min Yoongi, a college student who is falling out of love in music decides to go to a bar on a friday night to see a new gig preforming but he suddenly falls in love with the singers voice. (ft. taekook & namseok)

masterlist.

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[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Poly Namseok relationship headcanons

Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled. That is what you are going to be in this relationship. Both of these men just want to spoil you rotten and you will never want for anything. If you even make eyes at something you might potentially want it’s sitting wrapped on the bed for you the very next day. 

Both are protective over you. You would never feel unsafe with them as you being comfortable and happy is their #1 priority. If someone else even makes you remotely uncomfortable they’re going to catch the hands of your boyfriends. 

They both have a fun and playful side and it often comes out around you. You will never leave without having a sore stomach from how much you laugh around them. They live to see your smile, and would do anything to make you laugh. 

There will never be any doubt in your mind that they love you more than anything and think you’re so precious. They spoil you with kisses and affection as well and love it when you do the same for them.

They both especially love it when they smile at you and you poke their dimples. If you call them cute while doing so their hearts just melt into a puddle on the floor. They love your praises and complements so you make sure to do it often. 

Intimacy

Well you know how they like to spoil you? That doesn’t just apply with gifts. 

They love to make you feel good, and get off on your pleasure too.

Both of them can be dominant with you if you like that. They would never do anything to hurt you but they can get a little rough but always check on you to make sure you’re okay. 

However they do love to be spoiled by you as well. If it’s been a long and hard day of rehearsals, practice, and time spent at the studio there is nothing more they would rather do than come home and just be pleasured by you. It’s a good stress relief for them to just relax and let you do whatever you want to them. 

Hoseok takes charge of the after care for you, whereas Namjoon more likes to be the one being cared for after all is said and done. If Hoseok is massaging your shoulders, running his fingers through your hair then you are doing the same to Namjoon. He needs to feel loved and cared for after sharing such an intimate moment with you and he lives for your touches and kisses.

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[mylittlejin]

You can have more packs In this account

like or reblog if you save, credits to @mylittlejin on twitter if you want to

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[zeharilisharaban]

Who the fuck said jimin is short? You 4'3 fucking sized burrito you wouldn't even reach is dick

Get out of here mother FuCKeRs

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[motherofjikook]

Army after seeing our president Kim Namjoon in Jail...

Free my boy Joon 😔😭✊

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[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Hobi: Look, Namjoon! There's a winky face on Yoongi's notes!

Namjoon:

Namjoon: That's a semicolon, Hobi.

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[agustdyccngi]

Spotlight 📸 - yoonmin AU

Min Yoongi is an infamous Korean rapper known for his harsh but truthful lyrics, controversial opinions, ‘rude’ behaviour and tendency to make headlines on a weekly basis. Min Yoongi is also a fed up bisexual, who happens to be tired of the close minded Korean media speculating about his new ‘girlfriend’ as soon as he breathes in another girl’s direction. The solution? Hire a boyfriend against literally everyone’s advice. 20/?

#EDIT: the order of the pics was completely jumbled up im sorry #oh #someone is back #mhh #i wonder how this will change stuff #min yoongi #park jimin #yoonmin #yoonmin social media au #yoonmin au #side taekook #side namjin #yoonmin imagines #yoonmin scenarios #side namseok #side nam2seok #side 2seok #yoonmin spotlight au #spotlight au #famous yoonmin #famous yoonmin au #celebrities au #celebrities yoonmin au

[bangtanfanficarchive]

Tuesday, March, and august maam UwU

Tuesday (Your Most Overrated Fic): Honestly, probably this untitled Jungkook fic that I posted last week! 😂 It is a very cute finding out y/n pregnant fic that I wrote on request (and it literally doubled my follower count), but I spent about fifteen minutes writing it and didn't even give it a rudimentary once-over before posting it so I can't believe it was received as well as it was! ❤️

March (Do You Listen to Music While Writing?): Absolutely not. I require absolute silence or I can't focus! 😭

August (Are Any of Your Fics Associated With Certain Songs?): Only every once in a while! The one that immediately pops to mind is this Namseok Royalty AU! I had the song A Drop in the Ocean stuck in my head and I think you can definitely tell when reading the fic!

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