#taekook eventual smut

[serenecypher]

Bangtan Host Club Chapter Two

Genre: BTS Ot7xf!Reader, Poly!AU, Fluff, Romance, Crack-ish, Eventual Smut.

W/C: 3303

Summary: Tired of your boring mundane life? Become an exclusive member of The Bangtan Host Club™ today and let 7 charming men help you out.

Warnings: This chapter is rated PG13, but future chapters may include Mature Themes. The only real warning is Taekook being general menaces lol.

Disclaimer: Please do not copy/translate or cross-post my work. The tag list is open. Just DM or send an ask to be included.

A/N: Thank you for giving so much love to chapter one. I hope you all enjoy Chapter 2 as well! 💜 I am honestly really enjoying writing this too. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. See you soon with Chapter 3!! 🎀

Chapter 1 << Chapter 2 >> Chapter 3

Jungkook holds the door to the lobby of your apartment building open for you, smiling down at you impishly as you brush past him, thanking him coyly. Once everyone is indoors, Jimin is the first to speak.

“Wait, there must be a supply closet here. Namjoon Hyung, come with me. We should get the tools we need for this little project.” He shifts his stern gaze onto Taehyung and Jungkook as he directs them to keep you company up the stairwell. “Play nice, you two. We’ll be there in no time.” 

Taehyung makes a face at this before shrugging. “We are always nice, isn’t that so Kookie?” he winks at Jungkook, who looks away from Taehyung… almost bashfully. Taehyung smiles in what seems like adoration before he turns to you. His smile turns a little playful as he nudges your shoulder with his. “Don’t you wanna take us to your place, pretty girl?”

Jimin audibly sighs before he shoots you a gentle smile. “Like I said, be there soon.” He waves at you and walks down the corridor toward the back of the building, Namjoon following behind him wordlessly. You gesture for Taehyung and Jungkook to follow you with a tilt of your head and turn toward the stairs leading up to your floor. 

You trudge up the stairs first, followed closely by the two men. You’ve just about climbed five steps when suddenly you hear snickering behind you. You stop in your tracks and turn around, slightly agitated. Jungkook and Taehyung are close behind you, walking hand in hand. Jungkook stares up at you and blinks his eyes in curiosity. “Why’d you stop?”  

“Nothing.” you mutter as you quickly glance away from them and look ahead at the concrete stairs like they have something important to tell you. Even though there are sounds of muffled giggles and murmurs of protest behind you, you keep your eyes straight ahead as you climb the stairs of the two floors. You walk up to your apartment door and slump your back against the hardwood. 

Just as you turn around, Taehyung finds your eyes to rest his on. He takes one two three steps and he is standing right in front of you. He places his elbow behind you and leans into your space, his eyes trained on yours as he huffs out in amusement. “You are really pretty, you know…” his voice comes out deeper than before and his eyes fall to your lips, catching the way your tongue peeks out to wet them nervously. 

“Thanks” you manage to say meekly under the intensity of his burning gaze which is instantly acknowledged by a deep hum from him. Then, you feel skin brush against your knuckles, and you look down to find Jungkook’s long tattooed fingers slotting against yours. You look up and you feel something in your chest flutter to find Jungkook and Taehyung looking at each other. 

“Have you forgotten about me, Hyung?” Jungkook says, and his voice betrays a sense of hurt that is easy to catch. You have never seen a man resembling a kicked puppy like this before. Taehyung, to his credit, looks affronted by this accusation as he shifts his attention to Jungkook, a rueful smile plastered on his lips. 

“Kookie, I couldn’t forget you if I tried.” he sighs deeply, shaking his head. Just as Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief, Taehyung continues, once again looking at you, “But she is just so beautiful, she is latching on to all my thoughts.”

Your eyebrows reflexively shoot up to your hairline at his declaration. You feel confused and yet somehow flattered  and it only gets harder to articulate your emotions as Jungkook leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder as he solemnly speaks more to himself than anyone else at this point, “I really can’t argue with that.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest but the spell these two seem to place you under twice in the span of a mere hour is broken again by the sound of Jimin clearing his throat. You watch as the sullen expression on Taehyung’s face gives way to a playful pout as he childishly whines to you before pulling away from your space. “Sorry, pretty girl. The party has to be rescheduled.”

You feel more than hear what seems like a breath of a chuckle from Jungkook as he picks his head up from where it had been resting on your shoulder and moves a bit to his left, away from you. He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks at your shocked expression.

“Got the tools.” Jimin says calmly, choosing to completely ignore whatever was going on before he got here. Namjoon gives you a nod too as he approaches the door, holding a yellow toolbox that should be average-sized but looks comically small in his hands. He places it on the floor in front of you and tilts his head at your figure that is still pressed against your door.

It takes you a moment but you manage to compose yourself enough to understand what he means. “Oh yeah, sorry.” you grumble as you feel heat rush the back of your neck, only worsened when you see Jungkook snicker and poke Taehyung’s side, jerking his chin in your direction, definitely noticing your embarrassed state. 

Namjoon gets to work on your Europa lock without another word, carefully twisting the metal with some pliers from the inside. Jimin, meanwhile, is regarding you with curiosity and you know he is trying to figure something out about you. 

“Do you live alone on this floor?” Even though the question is directed at you, his gaze sweeps across the corridor where the door to another apartment is. 

“No, I have a neighbor. An old lady. She is really sweet but she is away for a few days.” you answer easily, pointing in the direction he is looking at already. 

“Hmm.” is all he has to add before looking at you again. You can tell Jimin is not being as pleasant to you as he was earlier. There is a sharpness in his eyes now as he regards you. You can’t help but feel intimidated by him and you don’t particularly enjoy his sudden coldness. You decide not to think about it too much and just chalk it up to him not being a big fan of wasting this much of his time helping a stranger he just met. What else could it possibly be?

“What do you do for work?” Jimin asks again, abruptly. 

“I am a project manager at LinkSol.” 

“LinkSol, as in LinkSol by Hwan Sana?” 

“That’s the one. Have you worked there before?” you ask, trying to make this interaction between the two of you feel more conversational and less like an interrogation. However, Jimin tilts his head at you as if your question doesn’t make any sense to him. Even Jungkook snickers from where he has been observing the two of you.

“No, I have not worked at LinkSol. I have been an acquaintance of Ms. Sana for some time now, though.” Jimin explains with a shrug of his shoulders. You watch as his eyes take the liberty of regarding your entire figure. Then with a sudden jerk, his gaze jumps up to your face as if he has caught whatever it was he had been looking for and an amused smile forms on his lips. He is about to say something when his phone starts buzzing incessantly in his jeans pocket. He gives a sideways jerk of his neck as he pulls his phone out with a grin.

“Done.” Namjoon’s smooth voice announces as he pushes the door handle and opens the front door to your apartment.

Glee washes over you in waves as you rush into your apartment. God, you could just roll up into bed right now and have the deepest sleep of your life. Unfortunately, you are once again reminded of your unexpected guests and their kindness when Jimin’s voice breaks you out of your reverie. 

“Jin Hyung is calling us all back.” he says and you hear someone, probably Taehyung, groan at the information. Then Jimin’s head peeks around the door of your apartment and he gives you a dazzling smile. “You too. He said something about you forgetting your coat. He seems really forlorn from the sounds of it.”

“Let me get my keys this time.” you say as you walk towards your TV console and pocket the keys, coming back out the door and closing it behind you. Namjoon looks at you with a small shy smile, his dimples making an appearance and you are cruelly reminded of how you never even thanked him. 

“Thank you guys so much. I am so grateful to all of you.” You bite your lip shyly as you look at the four beautiful men standing outside your humble apartment. Namjoon looks down at his feet, and Jimin waves a hand in the air to dismiss the whole thing. 

“No need to thank us, yet. Let us take you back and you can finish all those cookies you ordered from Hobi Hyung.” He places his hand on your back to guide you back down the stairs. There is a sense of excitement in his actions that does not go amiss by you. Just moments ago it felt like he was scrutinizing you and yet now it feels like he is overjoyed at the idea of taking you back to the cafe and as you walk down the familiar staircase for the second time that evening, you wonder what it is that he seems to have gathered from you. 

When you reach the cafe again, it seems livelier. There are other customers inside, ordering drinks and engaging in conversations at various tables in small groups. In fact, as you slowly realize, it seems like the tables are set up in a way that one of the employees are at the center, addressing and chatting with multiple customers at a time. Jimin takes your hand and guides you over to the table where Seokjin is surrounded by about eight people. His eyes meet yours as you take the chair pulled back by Jimin and he gives you a dashing smile. “I thought you’d forgotten all about me, princess.” he coos and you feel the familiar flutter of your heart in your chest.

“Her jacket is what she forgot, I heard.” Jungkook sing-songs as he brushes past you toward the table beside yours, where Taehyung is already seated, surrounded by some people and chatting with them, all smirks and winks. 

Seokjin scowls at Jungkook momentarily before regaining his composure and smiling at the table again. “Either way, it does not matter, for you have found your way back to me again and I couldn’t be happier.” he punctuates the end of his sentence with a flying kiss directed at you. The other people at the table sigh longingly at him.

Okay. This whole thing is starting to feel a bit off to you. That’s an awfully romantic thing to say to someone you just know the name of, right? Someone you just met no longer than an hour ago? And what’s with the swooning? Sure, Seokjin is really handsome and charming, but to hang on to all of his words with such reverence? Maybe you are just too tired to understand all of this. Deciding that you should take yourself back home and sleep the weariness off, you stand up from the table, ready to go. 

“Thank you guys for everything. I would like to go home now, um, where can I find my coat again?” you ask Seokjin who looks brazenly offended like you’d hurt his pride but, nonetheless, points to a door beside the entrance of the cafe. “Right there, angel.”

You nod and hightail it away from the table. Your eyes meet the cute barista from earlier who waves at you enthusiastically. You feel fondness churn your heart and you wave back at him. You twist the door handle to the coat closet and smack your head right against a person, knocking them and yourself off balance. The sudden inertia brings out a yelp from you. You feel strong arms snaking around your waist and holding you against the chest of the person who has acted as a cushion against your fall. They let out a muffled groan from under you when they fall on their ass, their arms still holding you safely. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” You say and try to get up from your place on the floor far too quickly but your arms are entangled with the person below you, making you slump right back on top of them. 

“Patience.” says a deep voice from below you. The arms loosen from their previous position around your waist and instead, hands press against your sides, gently pushing you upward. You press your knees against the hardwood floor as you push your hands against the sides of their shoulders. How dark it is in here is not helping you in any way either. Once sufficiently distanced from the person below you, you look up to find a pair of beautiful, sharp, feline-like eyes staring at you. Even though it is dark you can make out the silhouette of a black mask covering the lower half of their face. 

“Are you okay?” a man’s voice asks you and you pull back further now sitting on your knees as you rub along your left elbow, only out of nerves. 

“I am fine. Are you?!” you ask, your voice pitching with concern. You would be so embarrassed if this person injured themselves while saving you from falling because you were too busy gawking at the barista. You will never show your face at this establishment again.

“Probably nothing too bad.” he says nonchalantly as he sits up as well. “Yoongi.” he extends his hand to you, “And you?”

You take his hand in yours to shake and give him your name. Slowly, the two of you stand up again and try to find your bearings in the dark. As your eyes slowly adjust to the dark further, you notice that Yoongi is wearing some sort of large coat that is shaped more like a cloak. “Wait,” he says and presses the button behind you on the wall, turning the lights on. 

You squint your eyes from the sudden burst of light and catch a flash of pale skin as Yoongi quickly puts his hands inside the pockets of his coat-cloak. You notice he is wearing an entirely black ensemble, with a black mask over his mouth and a black hood pulled over his head. He regards you with the same feline-like eyes that you had been able to catch the intensity of even in the dark. 

“People do not usually come in here.” he says with a questioning furrow of his brows.

Before you can answer him the door is pushed open again and Hoseok is clinging to your back. 

“I heard a loud thud! Are you both okay?! I got so worried!” he spits out the words rapidly, concern evident in his slightly trembling voice.

“We’re fine, Hoba.” Yoongi answers for both of you and you feel Hoseok rubbing his head into your shoulder as he nods. Gently, he lets go of you and steps back.

“That’s good.” he chirps up the next moment and links his pinky with yours. “What are you doing here anyway?” 

“Seokjin told me I can find my coat here, I was just leaving.” you tell him and remind yourself.

This seems to sour Hoseok’s mood. He pouts at you adorably. Seriously, how can a grown man be this precious? 

“We haven’t even played together!” he whines and bats his eyelashes at you. You feel a compelling urge to coo at him but you choose to suppress it. Instead, you put your hand in his soft blonde hair and ruffle them slightly.

“I am sorry. I kinda just wanna go home and sleep. It has been a long day.” You say and spot your coat neatly hung from a coat rack behind Yoongi. You take the coat off the rack and wear it snugly.

“Aw, you didn’t even enjoy the sweets with me. I would have loved to eat them with you.” Hoseok pouts even more and adds a small sniffle that you immediately recognize as an act of dramatic effect.

“Is it only the sweets you want me for?” you playfully chide him. His adorable pout gives way to a mischievous grin as he giggles and hugs himself to you again, hiding his face on your shoulder. 

“You caught me!” he says with a flurry of laughter. Then he pulls away from you as his giggles die down slowly. “I understand you have to go. It makes me sad, though, and not just because of the sweets-related missed opportunity.” he punctuates his words with a gentle nudge of your shoulder. 

You jut out your lower lip at him in adoration, imitating his pout from before. “Maybe we will see each other soon! We can surely hang out then, right?” 

Hoseok’s smile vanishes for a moment as his eyes scan your face in confusion. Slowly then all at once, his eyes soften in realization, and an even bigger grin forms on his lips. “You are adorable!” he giggles but the joke is lost on you. You still find yourself giggling simply because he is giggling. 

Hoseok starts to lead you out of the room with his pinky which is still linked with yours. You hear shuffling of feet behind you and you turn your head slightly to see Yoongi is also following the both of you out, his eyes concentrated on the floor. 

Once you reach the counter, Hoseok lets go of your pinky and goes to his rightful place behind it. “How much do I owe you for today?” you ask him, pulling out your wallet from your coat. 

He is leaning his palms forward on the counter as he types on the computer in front of him. The card machine starts generating a receipt for you. He tears it and hands you one-half of the receipt. You take the receipt and- huh?

This can NOT be right. That’s way too many zeroes. That’s at least three more zeroes than your entire net worth. 

“You made a mistake.” you chuckle nervously as you try to hand the receipt back to Hoseok with wide eyes. He looks at you, presses his lips together, and shakes his head.

“I never make an error. It is absolutely right. You have availed special services of the club today. Multiple hosts left their positions to provide you with a service, even accompanying you to your front door, to be exact. Those are the right charges.” he explains in a cheery yet calm voice that feels anything but reassuring right now.

Hosts? Did he just say hosts? The people who are paid for their company? Then it dawns on you. Bangtan Host Club™. You look around to see how blatantly the name is displayed on the menu cards and the flipbooks on the tables. How several customers are wearing merchandise that reflects the same name. Why had you been so ignorant? Were you so distracted by their charms that you did not even realize what exactly was going on? It is a fucking trademark for God’s sake! How on earth did you miss it?! You feel bile rush up your throat as you look down on the receipt again and the series of zeroes makes you slightly dizzy. 

The next words you screech out come from deep within your bones- “WHAT THE FUCK!” 

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venor (masterlist) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university's café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Warnings: Explicit sexual content, each chapter will have it's own warnings

○ Notes: This is my first hybrid fic, so I hope you enjoy it! It was written for the Taekook Hybrid Fest Season 2 on AO3.

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

Chapter 1

2.5k | February 5, 2024

Chapter 2

4.3k | February 11, 2024

Chapter 3

3.4k | February 18, 2024

Chapter 4

5.2k | February 25, 2024

Chapter 5

4.1k | March 4, 2024

Chapter 6

3.7k | March 11, 2024

Chapter 7

5.8k | March 12, 2024

Chapter 8

5.2k | March 13, 2024

Chapter 9

5.1k | March 14, 2024

Chapter 10

4k | March 17, 2024

Chapter 11

8.9k | March 24, 2024

Chapter 12

7.8k | April 2, 2024

Chapter 13

7.3k | April 7, 2024

Chapter 14

5k | April 21, 2024

Epilogue

5k | May 4, 2024

Disclaimer: All my writing is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. None of these characters are meant to actually represent the real people mentioned in the stories. 

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[chimcess]

Sanguine Addiction || myg

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Other Tags: Vampire-Hybrid!Yoongi, Vampire!Reader, Vampire Hunter! Reader, Werewolf Hunter! Reader, Vampire!Taehyung, Oracle!Jungkook, taekook undertones (brief), Werewolf!Jimin, Demon!Hoseok Word Count: 10.1k Genre: Enemies to Lovers (e2l), Exes to Lovers, Soulmates AU (like mating), Vampire AU, Supernatural AU, Angst, Eventual Smut, Fluff (little bit) Summary: As long as you’ve been alive it has always been your mission to hunt the creatures of the night. Your parents were prolific hunters, the best in North America, but it did not become your passion until you were attacked and turned by a well-known coven. It’s been 30 years since you were turned and you’ve become an assassin for the biggest fish in the pond. When an old friend asks you for a favor, you have to rely on Yoongi, the man you left behind.   Chapter Warnings: ANGST TRAIN, mild violence, talk of drinking human blood, blood consumption, death, vulgar language, toxic relationship (not reader and Yoon), This is pretty tame compared to future installments, let me know if I missed anything A/N: So, I may have gotten a bit out of control with the writing and will have to split this up into parts. Ah, ha... ha. I promise we’ll see more of their relationship in the next part, but I definately needed time to establish characters in this one. I hope you like it and as always, stay safe and enjoy! (Partially edited)

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Walking down the dark streets of the French Quarter had become an old past time. After years of living in the shadows, I knew where my kind was welcome and where it was best if I found a quiet place to hide out. Even with being undead I was targeted. And yet, I did not blame the others for hating me. I would hate the bogeyman, too.  

The streets were filled with tourists. My senses made each of them light up like a Christmas tree. The living, the dead, and the liquor they both held invaded my senses. Still, I pushed the thoughts away. I hated my powers, was disgusted with myself, and never allowed them to run wild. They were too unpredictable and in my younger days, often led me to trouble more times than not. 

Turning the corner, I moved on autopilot. I had walked down Royal more than any other street in the United States. Up ahead, I passed Trashy Diva and kept my eye out for the sharp turn into a familiar alleyway. I disliked this area. While it was quiet and got less traffic than other parts of the city, I hated the lack of flair and jazz. There were never bands or bucket boys on Royal. 

Seeing Brennan’s, I faded into the shadows and stuck close to the walls of 400 Block. I could hear Burbon Street in the distance and smirked to myself. Maybe at another time I would have been one of them, laughing and drinking without a care in the world. A far away dream now. A dream that died thirty years ago.  

Turning into the small, dimly lit alleyway made my tense shoulders relax. Within these walls I was untouchable. I was the ultimate predator amongst predators. Few of my kind would ever cross me and it was well-known that I did not take that sort of behavior lightly. It was a dog-eat-dog world amongst vampires, and I was the one of the few who bit.  

The other was none other than Taehyung Kim. He was an old vampire, much older than anyone else that I knew, and our relationship was transactional at best. Everyone knew the businessman was more than capable of handling his own battles but called me in when it needed him to spend too much time away from New Orleans. He grew homesick easily and his favorite toys begged for him to stay. The only reason I entertained him was because of the sanctuary being his ally gave me.  

Louis, the bouncer, recognized me immediately and opened the door before I was close enough to step inside. He had likely heard whispers about my arrival all night and I was sure Taehyung was pouring me a glass. Faintly, I heard the human heartbeats littered around the bar and grimaced. It had been days since I had last fed. 

“Good evening, Y/N,” Louis greeted, his accent thick. 

I did not look at him as I passed, “Always a pleasure.” 

“Enjoy your night.” 

“You too, Louis.” 

He was one of the few people here that I tolerated. The previous bartender had moved to Taehyung’s newest endeavor in New York and met a human man she sired soon after. Apparently, they were mates and wanted to continue with the change once Taehyung got back to them. The thought of it made my stomach churn. How could anyone mate with something so fragile and soft? How could someone kill the person they claim to love? 

As I walked up to the bar, a brief silence came over a quarter of the building. The humans around us chatted without a care in the world, completely unaware of the panic that filled the room. The rest of the people followed suit, far less flamboyant than they had been. Watching what they say and who they say it to, I felt their eyes watching my every move. Confidently, I sat on a barstool and waited. 

From my peripherals, I saw an unfamiliar face approaching. He was tall, hair black as night and slicked back. Unlike the other staff, he wore white instead of black and glowed under the warm lights. Looking more closely at him, I was stunned. He was a hybrid of some kind, most likely human and vampire, and he was beautiful. All of them were. My expression never changed, and I was thankful that I held enough restraint not to show my discomfort.  

The last time I had seen a hybrid it had been him. 

I scoffed at myself. He had been a Lycan-vampire child and was hardly ever classified as beautiful. Still, the thought of those almond eyes had me reeling. The long, nasty scar along his left eye, and the strange almost alien glow of his eyes at night had been haunting, and yet... 

I shook my head in annoyance. There was no time for reminiscing. Not now. Not ever. 

“Welcome to Edith,” The bartender drawled, his voice thick with an obviously fake Spanish accent. 

Looking him up and down, I was unimpressed with his brazen display of rebellion. Taehyung’s absence had made this place slack off and that was apparent with this new hire. He was of Asian descent, but I was not sure where exactly to place him. His cockiness rubbed me the wrong way as well as his disrespect. He was either stupid or had a death wish. Around me I could hear the others agreeing with my assessment. None of them were too fond of the hybrid with the fake accent. 

“And you are?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Jay,” He grinned, the accent gone in place of an American voice. He was from the West Coast. If I had to take a guess it was most likely California or Nevada. I disliked him even more when he smiled. “Jay Park.” 

I racked my brain for any hybrids called Jay Park and came back empty handed. I knew too many and too few to place him. Still, my distaste for him grew with each passing second. With every purposeful flex of muscle and unnecessary wink he threw at me I felt my patience beginning to thin. He smiled once more, and I felt my eye twitch in irritation. I heard someone behind us gasp and tell their friend a bloodbath was going to happen. That they should leave before “the hunter” rips the bartender in half. This eased my troubled mind. At least my reputation kept the others away from me.  

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” He grinned, his face smoldering unattractively. 

It was laughable how far off he was. It was known I had been mated, by who was a mystery, but everyone thought they had died. Sometimes I wish that were the truth. It hurt less than reality. And Jay Park had nothing on my mate. Not a single fucking thing. My eye twitched. 

“Y/N.” 

The bartender’s smile fell instantly.  

My expression did not show my satisfaction, “Tell Taehyung I’m here to see him.” 

Jay nodded before scurrying again. I smirked to myself. That was much better. In fact, I hated him a little less now. I made eye contact with a vampire on the other side of the bar, her name was Esther, but she quickly turned away. It felt nice even in the loneliness to know that I was at the very least consistent. Jay was back quickly. 

“Mr.Kim is waiting for you.” He was less confident than before and I picked up a light tremble in his tone. This made me smile. I liked him very much. “He’s in the VIP section.” 

“I know,” I replied before stalking away. 

The shadows around me fled in my presence. None wanted to be too close to me in fear that they would be slaughtered not a second later. Maybe a few years ago this would have been distressing to me but not anymore. I walked with my head high knowing I was untouchable. As I ascended up the stairs, my fingers running over the immaculate rod iron railings, I remembered the first time I had ever seen Edith’s and Taehyung Kim. The first time I saw him. 

I was young then, in the earliest months of my transformation. I was only 19 when I was attacked and torn away from my family. Even now I can remember in perfect detail the look on my father’s face when he realized what I would become, how my mother recoiled and screamed, and the way they had attempted to hold me down. To kill me. I was stronger than them, this only amplified by the human blood still coursing through my infected veins, and I fled. Leaving California was the hardest thing I had to do but essential. Being the daughter of hunters put a target on my back, it was the reason I had been attacked in the first place, and Sacramento was the worst place for a newborn.  

After attempting to starve myself for a few weeks, I finally succumbed to my baser instincts on an early Friday morning in Arizona. I had hidden out in the desert, hoping to die and wondering why the sun did not kill me, when two hikers crossed my trail. After one smell of them I had lost it. Killing them had been quick and easy and the feeling of ecstasy that washed over me after was horrifying. I drank regularly after that and knew my own limits after two weeks. Animals were not sustainable for long periods of time but created less suspicion while human blood would last longer but the blood lust was frightening.  

I ended up in New Orleans two months after my change. I was alone and trying to acclimate myself to densely populated cities. Las Vegas had been unsuccessful, but I was already two days into my trip and had not killed anyone. Proud of myself, I walked through the French Quarter on cloud nine in search for a celebratory meal. While I began to stalk a small group of college boys, I picked up on a vampire’s scent close by. Starr had been her name and she was excited to see me in town. She lived a nomadic life and was looking to stir up shit in the Big Easy after going to the famous vampire bar in town.  

That was how I ended up in Edith’s the first time. It looked different back then. It was still the 90s and the bar was engrossed in the punk scene. Alice in Chains blasted through the loudspeakers as humans and vampires alike danced together. I recall feeling amazed and laughed. How innocent and naïve I had been. Taehyung was as suave as ever and took a liking to me instantly. His gift was seeing other’s gifts, and he adored the way I wielded death at my fingertips. Starr and I have only seen one another a handful of times over the years but that night we owned Edith’s. It was during a loud, raunchy karaoke number that I first saw him, his hair long and fluffy with a Mazy Star shirt on. I smiled sadly at the memory. So much has changed since then. 

Once at the top of the stairs, I pushed back the long, red flowing curtains out of my way. Jay had been right, Taehyung was waiting for me, along with Jeon Jungkook. He was a human boy, early twenties and loved the fast-paced life running with vampires brought him, and his psychic abilities made him useful. He was one of Taehyung’s favorite playthings second to Starr. My eyes caught the freshly healing bite marks on his neck. Eyes narrowing, I walked to the loveseat directly across from the two men. Jungkook quietly excused himself.

“It’s been ages, Y/N, darling,” Taehyung said happily, his honey voice sounding like music.

“Could’ve been longer,” I replied.

The man laughed. He found my dryness amusing and often got a sparkle in his eye when I bit at him. Of course, Taehyung could bite back but refrained. He thought I was funny and never took offense to my games.

“I’m shocked to see you so soon,” He leaned back on the couch. It was crushed, red velour, as was most of the furniture here, with dark wooden accents. I suspected it was oak but the finish over it made it hard to tell. Taehyung crossed his legs and regarded me warmly. “Normally it would take months for you to turn up and yet it only took two weeks. Why is that?”

“I was in the neighborhood, thought I’d drop by.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin growing, with a glint in his eye. I braced myself for the question that was to come. I started to regret coming here.

“And it has nothing to do with Yoongi?”

I kept my emotions underwraps. Of course, I was sure Taehyung could feel how tense I had become. He knew more about me than I would like to admit. Still, I powered through and kept my expression neutral. This was the wrong place for this shit.

“Why would Yoongi-” It felt like my tongue had been burned as I said his name, “-have anything to do with this?”

Taehyung chuckled, “In regards to you, he has everything to do with everything.”

Ignoring him, I quickly changed the subject.

“What do you want, Taehyung?”

He stared at me for a few minutes. I had stopped trying to figure out why he did it years ago but it never made me any less uncomfortable. He was old, wise, and impenetrable. Taehyung’s eyes looked through you, his compulsion so powerful it could work on the eldest vampire, and I hated it. It was a while before he finally spoke again.

“I have a… vermin problem.”

My ears perked up. It had been a long time since I heard that code word, and I had thought the lycans to be all but gone from the Americas after the last time I had. I looked at Taehyung again and squared my shoulders. I was finally able to get comfortable.

“What kind of vermin?” I asked slowly.

“They’re new,” Taehyung stroked his chin in thought. “At least, I have never seen them before.”

I went over all of the wolf packs I knew still roamed. I had hunted them to near extinction twenty years ago after one killed Taehyung’s sister. It had all started with the Kang pack in Lafayette. After killing off everyone I could find, Taemoo Kang’s mate, Bora, went after Yoongi. While she had not killed him, and walked away limping, I had made it my personal mission to eradicate any and all wolves by association. Eventually, during my travels I was roped into other plots including vampires, and my reputation as “the hunter” began. I had distanced myself from Yoongi during that time, my own madness and lust for revenge clouding my judgment. The accident was a sobering experience- one that made me realize I needed to be as far away from my mate as possible.

“The only two lineages still out there are the Parks and Mins,” I said.

“I spoke with Jimin and Yoongi. Neither one of them recognizes the boys.”

I hummed, “What’s going on?”

Taehyung began to tell me about the loud, obnoxious behavior the three of them have. They were rough and vicious. They had even started hunting for sport in the areas around Dauphine, his new bar in Manhattan. Customers were not happy and he was worried things would escalate too far. 

“Even Yoongi is concerned,” He finished, purposefully finding my eyes.

If he was concerned things had to have been bad. My mate was unhurried and neglectful about things that did not involve him. This revelation gave me pause. This little gang was dangerous and I needed to figure out where they were coming from. Wolves do not just pop up overnight- they have to be made.

Rising, I fixed my clothes. “I’ll be in New York in a few hours.”

“I’ll come with you,” Taehyung replied.

Together, we walked out of Edith’s. Louis gave us both a polite goodbye and slammed the door behind us. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and vomit permeated the air making my nose ruffle in disgust. Hard to believe I ever thought about staying here forever. Then I thought about black hair dancing in the wind on our balcony and softened. For him I could have. Maybe in a different timeline. A different life. Looking over at Taehyung, I nodded at him before jumping.

The change was insignificant now, almost like breathing, and I felt no discomfort. I flapped my wings, soaring into the sky with Taehyung beside me. It would only take one hour to reach New York using our vampire speed. So we flew in silence, the moon and our perfect memories guiding us.

—

The closer we got to the city, the bigger the knots in my stomach became. It had been far too long since I had seen Yoongi, the fifteenth anniversary coming up quickly, and I was uneasy. How would he react to my presence? How would I react to this? The thought that scared me the most was if I could walk away again. It felt easy now but I knew the moment I looked into his eyes I would rather die than turn my back to him. If I were lucky, he would turn away first and I would not have to see the pain and confusion on his face again.

“We can fly down,” Taehyung said, our bat forms using echolocation.

I hit the ground before the older man had, transforming back into my human form just in time to touch the ground on my feet. Taehyung always landed gracefully and with ease. Three hundred years of flying did that. We walked in silence down an alleyway similar to the one in New Orleans. Only, this time the cheers and screams were louder, the nightclub hidden below the surface bumping a bassline that made my feet vibrate. It was sensory hell. I could not believe Yoongi would ever enjoy or want to work here. 

Then I realized he had come here after I told him I never wanted to see him again. That I never loved him. That I wished I had never met him. All things I did not mean but could not take back. It was better this way, I reminded myself, safer.

Unlike Edith’s, Dauphine’s bouncer was a sired human. From the smell on him, I had deduced Maria had been having fun recently. Her scent was everywhere and clashed violently with Taehyung’s. Maria had always been the reckless one but was Taehyung’s oldest friend. They built their empires together and love could never be lost. Not even when she made his spots hotter than the 4th of July. A hunter’s paradise if you knew a thing or two about the operations.

“Rowley,” Taehyung greeted the bouncer. “This is Y/N. She’s an important guest that I trust you will serve well.”

Rowley, the bouncer, bowed deeply.

“Ivan Rowley Turnbull,” He addressed me, his eyes unable to meet my own. It was a normal response in humans to turn away from us. We were unsettling creatures and their instincts told them to stay away. This human had chosen to overcome his baser needs in exchange to run with the animals. Fool. “I will be of service.”

I ignored him. All sires regurgitate the same bullshit as the last. Their lives are forfeit once they have stepped over on the darkside. While there are vampires out there who hold up their end of the bargain, most will simply kill their sire once they are finished with them. Taehyung kept Louis, will keep Jungkook, and will more than likely go on to turn more humans into his immortal friends. Maria, however, never kept a sire. Rowley will die eventually and I refused to acknowledge any kindness he could show me. 

Taehyung kept up with my pace, my eager footsteps into the lounge drawing the attention of the other vampires in the room. The whispers started swirling around me. The why, where, who, what, when’s dancing around the room while I stared in front of me unseeing. My fears of seeing Yoongi grew but my own anger helped to keep these emotions in line. I hated gossip but it kept people away. I could smell soot and ash somewhere in the building. Hoseok must be here tonight.

“Yoongi isn’t on the floor tonight,” Taehyung’s voice was barely audible. No human would ever be able to hear him, that is for sure. I nodded. “We’ll speak with Seokjin about whatever it is he saw. He’s Bootsy’s mate.”

Ah, Bootsy. The vampire with the human. I had never learned her real name. I recall it being similar to mine, if not the same, but no one ever really used it. When she was turned back in the 70s, she was a go-go dancer. Taehyung liked her, changed her, and kept her as a pet. A common trend for the vampire. She was lonely and disliked immortality but found comfort in her records. Bootsy was what Taehyung called her so naturally everyone did, too. 

“Wouldn’t have thought she’d go after a human.”

Taehyung pursed his lips, “You’ve mated. You know how complicated it can be.”

That was true. Mating was a strange thing for a vampire. Lycans chose their mate and bit them in order to establish territory over them. Vampires, however, were naturally attracted to potential mating partners. You could meet a million beautiful people and feel nothing, but the second you lay your eyes on a mating partner it is almost impossible to walk away once rapport is built. The pain is so excruciating and life becomes an endlessly gray sky- I would know that more than anyone. And still, the idea of acting on my impulses for a human man made my skin crawl. 

“You’re right,” I relented. Taehyung was a hopeless romantic through and through. I had heard rumors, he had started to get in between Hoseok and his victims. Usually it never worked and his teeth had sunk into them too deeply by the time they found themselves in the bar, but still Taehyung tried. The doctor had been the last woman and Taehyung had gone so far as to use compulsion, begging her to stay with him, but the demon’s powers had rendered him weak. That woman was ripped apart later that night. “Still, you know it’s dangerous.”

“Only if he stays human,” Taehyung replied.

I had no response for that. Taehyung had answered my question. Bootsy was planning on turning her human. I knew she was kind, even if her natural demeanor said otherwise, and that her mate would be in good hands. He would be protected for life, and after the change I would be asked to do favors on his behalf. And yet my own bitterness tugged at my heart strings.

Coming up to the bar, I focused on the back of a human man’s head. Most humans did not linger by the bar and were too put off by the vampires that worked here. None of them knew why they felt uneasy but their instincts told them to back off. I could see Bootsy mixing a drink in my peripherals and concluded that he was the human man. Seokjin, I reminded myself, his name is Seokjin. Taehyung slid on the seat next to him while I felt more comfortable standing at a distance. 

“Jin,” Taehyung wrapped an arm around Seokjin’s shoulders. He was very broad and smelled lovely. While I could not see all of his face, his side profile was handsome and perfectly symmetrical. Looking at him, I could see what Bootsy would like about him. “Happy to see you.”

“Taehyung,” The man replied with a smile, “I wasn’t expecting you to come back so soon.”

Taehyung grinned, “I have someone who would like to talk to you. Thought it might be good to break the ice first.”

Seokjin was much better looking than I thought he would be. His shoulders were wide and strong and tapered into a tiny waist. His eyes were large and dark brown and lips full. I studied him closely and was delighted to see one of his eyes had a slightly different shape than the other. Finally, a human flaw. Feeling more relaxed, I willed myself to smile at him making sure to keep my teeth hidden. No human alive could look at a vampire’s teeth without fear. Seokjin returned the gesture kindly with a small wave. I approached the two men cautiously.

“Seokjin,” Taehyung started, ”This is Y/N. Y/N meet Seokjin Kim.”

“Jin is fine,” The human held out his hand. I reluctantly shook it not missing the shiver that went through his body. I was as cold as ice and I knew it was unpleasant.

“Nice to meet you, Jin,” I made no attempts to sound friendly. 

Vampires by default were more monotone and off-putting than humans. All of us have to pretend to be human through body language and force inflections. I had stopped with those charades years ago. I never blink or take breaths unless absolutely necessary. Seokjin was wary of me, I could sense it, but I did not back down. He would have to get used to my quirks once he changed. Taehyung pulled me closer to his side and away from the human. Seokjin visibly sagged in relief.

“Sorry, she’s pretty intense,” Taehyung laughed good naturedly.

Jin shook his head frantically, “Oh, no! I didn’t-”

“I’m a vampire,” I interrupted him. “An untamed, unkempt, and unknown one. I don’t care if you’re afraid of me. I’m here to talk about the vermin hanging around the bar.”

Seokjin nodded with his mouth agape. I felt a sliver of pity for the man. It was difficult enough to even sit in here knowing that he could die. Still, he tried for his mate’s sake. I was far from inviting, and I knew I looked worse for wear after spending the last few months chasing down a vampire-breeder in Argentina. Seemingly at a loss for words, Seokjin simply stared at me. Taehyung sighed.

“Been here for five minutes and you’re already scaring my mate away?”

I smirked, “If Hoseok hadn't done it, I highly doubt I would.”

Bootsy laughed, “Every time I see you, you look like hell.”

Sliding in between Seokjin and Taehyung, I placed my elbows on the bar. Bootsy was in all black and her hair slicked back. Unlike Maria or the other girls here, she wore slacks and button-downs. I could not see her feet but I had a feeling she was wearing chunky boots. It was her thing no matter the occasion. 

“I feel like hell,” I admitted. “I haven’t eaten in a while.”

She hummed, “I’m sure Tae has plenty of options for you to choose from.”

I nodded and glanced at the man. He nodded with a smile. Thinking about my thirst, my throat began to burn and ache. The heartbeats in the room sounded louder and more appetizing. Bootsy shook her head and sighed.

“I’ve never seen anyone with your level of self-control, Y/N.”

I frowned, “That’s not true.”

“Oh really?”

“Bullshit,” Taehyung exclaimed. “Who?”

The answer was simple, “Yoongi.”

A lull of silence came over our room. I knew I was right but the reason for the pause had nothing to do with that. Yoongi was unlike anything I have ever seen. We were walking down Bourbon Street years ago, when the smell of blood hit us like a truck. When we found the girl, blood staining the concrete and barely alive, Yoongi held his breath and helped her. I have always strived to be more like him and less like the monster I truly was. All I could think about was ripping her throat out while he tended to her wounds without so much as a wince. Taehyung broke the silence.

“I brought Y/N here to check out the three musketeers.”

Bootsy groaned, “They’ve been hell. Last night they tried to come inside but Hoseok was not having it. Apparently, the guys didn’t like that, but Hoseok went all demon on them or some shit. Talk to Kirby about it. She was here when it happened.”

Seokjin nodded, “Yeah. They’re trying to pick a fight with Jimin, too. They think they can take him on since he’s the only wolf in the area. Should’ve seen their faces when Yoongi showed up and none of them are stupid enough to step up to Taehyung.”

I hummed. They sounded like adrenaline junkies to me. They had to be young and inexperienced, likely all changed around the same time by the same person, and were set loose soon after. Whoever their creator was needed to be found. They were probably up to something far more interesting and using these rats to distract everyone. I would have to find Jimin tonight and speak with him. He would be more helpful than anyone else- far more helpful than Kirby “I’m too scared come save me” Smith. I would not look for Yoongi.

“They did,” Taehyung added, “try to get one over on Maria. She got two of them real good but one bit her and they got away.”

“Is she alright?” I asked.

“She’s fine,” Bootsy assured me. “She’s been resting a lot since then. You should go and see her before you leave, she’s been talking about you a lot recently.”

I nodded. Maria and I were not particularly close but she was rather fond of me. She would more than likely ask for a favor and I never said no to her. She was helpful and considerate when she wanted to be. She knew about my distaste for her lifestyle choices but chose to ignore it for Taehyung’s sake. After I left Yoongi, though, she had not been as welcoming. I had chosen to stay away after everything was over and I knew she appreciated that.

“I’m going to find Jimin,” I announced.

“He’s been sleeping at the Church recently.”

I rolled my eyes, “Jesus. He’s that bad off?”

Bootsy scoffed, “His pack exiled him. Of course he’s not well.”

Jimin was the youngest member of the Park pack. I knew his family was not pleased about his friendship with Taehyung, and especially not after the hunt. They disowned him last year, all connections with his pack severed, and he was a lone alpha now. I expected for him to be cut up over the situation but sleeping at the church was an extreme. No amount of praying could help him now, but I could imagine he would feel uncomfortable sleeping at the bar. We smelled horrible to him (not that he smelled much better).

The walk to the church was simple. I did not go at a vampire’s pace since there were many people out tonight, but I walked faster than most humans did. I disliked adjusting my body to crowds now. Before solitude, I loved playing human and being as close to them as possible. When I finally came to terms with what I was, that excitement lessened. When I gave up everything that made me want to keep my humanity, I loathed being in their presence all together. 

The church was a small cathedral made from stones and stained glass. I was not sure if service still happened there but it was well-maintained. I could smell Jimin’s lingering scent. Wolves smelled like wet dogs and woodchips. I bunched up my nose but continued walking.

His scent was old like he had been out for a while, but I followed my nose inside just to be sure. Jimin was a sneaky guy when he wanted to be. He was one of the closest fights I had ever been in. The only reason I won was my speed and I spared his life for Taehyung’s sake. We had slowly built a friendship over the years but he was closer to Yoongi. I suspected any relationship we might have had was over now and I was ready for a brawl. Even as weak as I was, I could take on Park Jimin any day. 

“Jimin!” I called out, hoping the wolf would hear me.

No response came. After sniffing around for a little while longer, I knew he was not at the church. Picking up on his scent, I began following it through the alleyways. We always had that in common. Jimin and I preferred the shadows and stayed far away from humans when we could. A werewolf’s anger could be catastrophic and full moons could mean a slaughter. 

Jimin’s scent led me to a small, dusty apartment complex in Harlem. Odd. For as long as I had known him, Jimin would rather sleep outside than surround himself with filth. He must be more desperate than anyone knows. Making my way inside, I was hit by must and burnt plastic. Someone was hot. It made following any scent impossible and ruined my senses entirely. Like cigarettes, crack was a bitch to be around. Still, I pushed through the uncomfortable feeling and continued looking for my old friend.

It was easier to pick out his heartbeat. A werewolf’s heart rate was faster than the average humans and heavier. While the blood never called to me the sounds it made did. Listening to his voice and heart, I went up the stairwell and down halls. Finally, when I reached the third floor, I heard a familiar heartbeat. With no eyes in sight, I dashed to the fourth floor and stood in front of the door I heard it coming from in less than a second. Jimin laughed on the other side and I heard a girl respond with something crude. Not wanting to wait any longer, I raised my arm and knocked. 

“Open the door, Hound,” I said, knowing he was more than likely getting ready to pounce. “I just want to talk.”

“Go in the room,” Jimin told his companion. “Now.”

“But-” She said.

“Go!”

The latch unhooked and the door opened. He looked horrible, hair disheveled and skin translucent, with a deep scowl on his face. Looking over his body, I was surprised by his weight loss. Jimin was always sunkissed and buff and now he looked a lot like I had the last time I looked in a mirror. I did not get to look at him for long because Jimin was reaching for me and throwing me into the apartment.

Slamming into a wall, I quickly shot up and went for him. He was not in shape or as strong as he had been during our last fight so taking him down was easy. Jimin fell to the floor and I moved at inhumane speeds to restrain him. Deep growls and snarls echoed around the room but I paid them no mind. I could hear the girl crying in the next room.

“Stop resisting,” I gritted, using my hands to flip him on his stomach and holding his wrists behind his back. Jimin bucked and kicked to no avail. He really was in a bad spot. My heart hurt for him and I was saddened with his hostility. I would like to help him if he let me. 

“Fuck you!” He spat.

Anger flaring, I held both hands with one of mine and reached for him with my other. Grabbing hold of his black hair, I slammed his face into the ground cracking the tile underneath it. He groaned and spit flecks of blood everywhere. He would heal within seconds so I did not care.

“You know how to piss me off,” I said.

“What the fuck do you want?” He shouted.

I sighed, “Taehyung said there’s been a wolf problem. I’m here to check it out.”

Jimin’s struggles stopped. Not trusting him, my grip stayed just as tight. Jimin could kill me if I let my guard down. I felt his ribs when he took a breath and I felt my resolve crumbling. Even if he tried, he would just hurt himself more. I loosened my fingers ever so slightly. I knew he felt it but still made no move to flip over.

“So you’re not looking for Yoongi?” He asked, voice small.

So that was the problem. My chest felt tight at the thought of our friends going through these lengths to keep me away from my mate. I knew I was wrong, evil even, for doing what I did. But none of them knew what had happened. None of them knew what I had done. Leaving Yoongi was the best decision for everyone. As much as I wanted to slam Jimin’s head in the floor again, I knew he thought he was doing the right thing. He knew where his loyalty stood and I was a flight risk. 

“No,” I replied defeated. “I’m not.”

Knowing the fighting was over, I let go of him and stood up. Jimin groaned as he rolled over and accepted my helping hand. The blood in his mouth was still healing and I reached out for him. While he did not bask in my affection like he had before, he did not pull away from my fingers.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Not sure,” He admitted, turning away from me. “After I left the pack I’ve been off.”

“Let me see.”

He slapped my hand away. “Let it go.”

Chastised, I moved my hands away from him. Jimin huffed and moved to the small kitchen on the other side of the room. Taking a step back, I looked around and was shocked by the lack of personality. Aside from a small loveseat and television, the living area was all but bare. The dining table a few feet away only had two chairs and a dim, flickering light above it. It smelled like a dog with a twinge of sweetness. The human was still crying and I could tell she was pressing her ear to the door. 

“She can come out,” I said.

“I’d rather she didn’t,” Jimin replied. “I’d offer you a drink but I like my girls filled with blood and alive.”

I sucked my teeth, “Hilarious.”

Jimin smirked. I knew he meant no harm with the jab- only a slight annoyance. After our pitiful fight a few moments ago he was smart enough to keep things civil. I knew he was still angry with me and I accepted that. The human could not really hear us very well despite her best efforts. I could hear her muttering to herself on the other side.

“She your mate?” I asked, growing sad for the woman. She really was worried about him.

“No,” Jimin replied, “But that doesn’t really matter.”

He was right but he would break her heart eventually. Then again, I did not know the nature of their relationship. She obviously knew a lot about him and was afraid of me. She knew I was a vampire and thought I was “the woman” who had been coming by lately and picking fights. I gritted my teeth.

“She thinks I’m someone else.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and groaned. “Taisiya’s been pissing everyone off.”

I growled. Taisiya Volkov was a person I had grown to hate over the years. When we first met she was sleeping with Yoongi, and felt hurt when he stopped paying attention to her once I came around. What was once pity soon turned into disdain when she refused to leave things alone. When that did not work, she became vindictive and always enjoyed picking an unwarranted fight. After a while, I gave in and fought back. Last I heard she and Yoongi reconnected. The thought made me sick.

“I guess I’ll be seeing her then,” I gritted.

“The worst thing about you being gone is her never leaving,” Jimin jokes.

I cracked a smile. I could imagine how Maria has been feeling. The only person that disliked Taisiya more than me was the older vampire. Even before her obsession with Yoongi, Maria had found the girl insufferable. When Yoongi changed her she had been livid. Thinking about that hurt me more than anything else.

Jimin sat at the dining table with a drink in his hand. I stayed rooted in my spot. He gestured for me to sit. It was strange to be mundane again. I sensed that Jimin was confused about my demeanor. It had been a long time since we had last seen one another and I had changed significantly. The girl was pacing now.

“She’s driving me insane,” I finally said. 

Jimin sighed, “She’s just worried.”

“Yes, I know, so comfort her. Let her know you’re not dead.”

Jimin nodded and excused himself. The woman was crying with relief when she saw Jimin and hugged him. I could hear them talking. Jimin’s voice was soft and soothing and worked to make the woman calm down. He told her that an old friend came over and that we needed privacy. The woman was not happy about that.

“Fern,” Jimin begged. “Please. Not now.”

“But that thing attacked you,” She defended.

“No, I attacked her. Please stay here.”

“I’m coming with you!” She started walking out of the room. 

Jimin caught her quickly. I marveled at her fiery red hair. Freckles covered every inch of her body and the few seconds I could see her face I was impressed by her beauty. Her eyes were soft and down-turned, bright blue, and sad. Jimin hid me from her view. I did not blame him. I looked every bit the monster I was. Fern huffed.

“Listen to me,” Jimin scolded. “Stop being difficult and get the fuck in the room.”

My skin crawled from his harshness. Mate or not the girl did not deserve to be spoken to that way. My anger bubbled for the girl and I found myself wanting to slam his face into the floor again. Their silence was loud and after staring one another down, Fern turned on her heel and slammed the door in his face. Jimin did not seem to care and rejoined me at the table.

“That was completely unnecessary,” I complained with a glare.

He rolled his eyes, “Give me a fucking break, Y/N.”

Deciding to drop the topic, I brought up the reason I had come all this way in the first place.

“So, this pack?”

Jimin jumped on this immediately, “A bunch of losers if you ask me.”

“How so?” I leaned back in my chair.

“They’re unlike any pack of wolves I’ve ever met,” He started. “It’s like their alpha just turned them and set them loose without care. It just doesn’t make any sense at all. Their violence, tenacity, aggression; it feels manufactured and wrong.”

This was news to me. According to everybody else, these wolves were simply young and dumb. Still an issue that needed to be taken care of but relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things. Especially after I got my hands on them. However, Jimin brought up a very good point. Why would a bunch of newly changed wolves start picking fights with much older, stronger vampires? Not a single pup I ever knew dared pick a fight with Jimin, and you would have to be suicidal to go toe-to-toe with Hoseok. Something was not right. 

“That’s not the only thing weird about them either. They smell off. There’s no way they’re pure wolves. Yoongi thinks they’re lycan-vampire hybrids like he is, but even that doesn’t explain anything away. They’re faster, stronger, and smarter than they should be for their age. I don’t understand it at all.”

I hummed. The hybrid idea was sound. If anything, it would make their odd behavior more understandable. Newborn vampires are vicious and angry. When I first changed, I was disgusted with what I had become but when I finally realized the power that came with being what I am, when I learned to accept it, I was unstoppable. Starr and I had a year of slaughter before I went back down to New Orleans to find Yoongi again. With the bloodlust gone I saw him clearer.

“What do you think it could be?” I asked.

“No idea,” He admitted. 

This was troubling. Jimin was brushed off and disregarded by everyone in his family, but after getting acquainted with them all he was the most clever. They never truly appreciated him until he was gone. His mother was fighting for survival in South Korea while his dad had run off to save himself. His youngest brother, Jihyun, was living with his mate in Paris. The Park clan’s reign had come to an end with the absence of their second alpha. I did not know how much Jimin knew of this and kept it to myself. It would pain him to hear of his mother in that condition.

Standing, I adjusted my stained clothes. Jimin did not follow me. In the room, I could hear Fern talking with someone on the phone. It sounded like it could be her mother and she was asking if she could go home soon. As much as I felt resentful toward Jimin for being mean to her, it was sad to think about him all on his own again. I knew he could hear it, too. His expression never faltered and I realized he was fine if she left. 

“I’m going to wash up at Taehyung’s.”

Jimin hummed, “You haven’t eaten in a while.”

It was a statement. 

“Been busy,” I replied.

“Eat first. Don’t need New York’s elite going missing.”

I chuckled, “Like you care.”

He cracked a smile. Then, he turned serious. I braced myself for another warning against seeing Yoongi.

“I’m serious, Y/N,” He murmured. “You need to eat. You’re all sunk in.”

Surprised, I decided to stay quiet. Nodding, I turned on my heel to leave. Unlike Fern’s steps, mine were completely silent as if I had never put my foot down. Jimin said goodbye as I left but I did not return the gesture. Had I looked that badly? Surely someone would have said something by now. I thought of Louis and knew he was more afraid of setting me off than anything. None of the others would either. Even taken in my haggard appearance they thought I was a monster among monsters.

Leaving the complex, I walked aimlessly trying to get in the proper head space to hunt. It was my least favorite thing to do. Taehyung and Starr had always made fun of my aversion to feasting on people, but to them it was second nature. Yoongi had been far more sympathetic. In his life, he tried to keep hunting to a minimum but he had the added advantage of being able to eat human foods. He was a hybrid afterall. However, blood still sang to him. I was what I was and nothing could change that, but I found that animal blood would do in a pinch. Never as satisfying as human blood, something I learned about in my early years, but never kept me thirsty. I was afraid I might have to feed on some poor human since it had been so long since my last feeding. Taehyung will be delighted.

Turning on 96th Street, I admired the beautiful architecture. The rich people living in these buildings never appreciated the structure or history behind their walls other than how it made them look. I refused to interact with these people at all. More often than not they made me want to disembowel them within the first few minutes of conversation. 

I heard someone following me once I passed The Penrose down 2nd Avenue. Continuing to walk, I kept my eyes and ears open hoping to catch the scent of whoever was behind me. As soon as I crossed East 79th, I turned down 78th and moved on autopilot toward the closest alleyway I could find. It was harder on this side of town, but the shadows licked at my body, beckoning me closer. The footsteps behind me continued. From their tone I knew they were a vampire. They were either an idiot or suicidal.

Turning into a small side street, I was able to walk a few more steps before I heard the air wishing. Spinning, I grabbed the vampire by their face and held them in the air. A large, deep growl vibrated in my chest. The vampire laughed, snapping me out of my daze. 

“Harder, Papi,” Starr mocked.

Groaning, I threw her to the ground and rolled my eyes. Undeterred, Starr only laughed harder and got back to her feet. Smiling, I playfully shoved her away. Starr hugged me tightly in return.

“Welcome back, baby!” She exclaimed. 

It had been five years since I last saw Starr in person. Before my last man-hunt, we tried to meet up at least twice a year. Her wild black hair tickled at my nose and I felt myself calm sniffing her scent. It was floral, like freesias, with a spicy cinnamon undertone. Her nails gently scratched the base of my neck.

“Thanks, Estrella,” I grinned.

“Stop calling me that,” Starr whined, shoving me back.

Born in Las Palmas in 1884 to a poor fisherman, Starr, or Estrella Ortez-Castro, grew up very differently than I did. Her father married her off to a much older man when she was 15. After 5 years of abuse, her sire Santiago found her on the beach shore near her home. He turned her out of loneliness and Starr ran away with him soon after her change was done. Without any children to miss or family to love, it was an easy decision. When the pair separated after 30 years together, she moved to America and changed her name to Starr. I was one of the only people who ever used her given name- something that annoyed her.

“You look like shit,” Starr said.

“I’ve been hearing that all night.”

She laughed, “Let’s go for a quick bite.”

Hooking her arm in mine, Starr went back to the main road. There was a woman walking her dog across the street. Her heartbeat was strong and hard. I could practically hear her blood flowing through her body. Basking in her scent, I could feel my mind slipping. Starr tugged on my arm.

“Let’s go, pollito,” She said affectionately. “There’s a bar full of sires begging for your attention a few blocks away.”

And I left the woman and her dog alone. Shame washed over me but I was proud that I had been able to walk away. Still, I told Starr I could not drink from anyone at Dauphine in the state I was in. I would kill them. She agreed to go run to Maine with me for some big game and we took off into the night. I did not breathe until I was out of New York.

Taehyung was happy to see me when I turned up at Dauphine’s later that night. Starr and I had played around with moose before coming back to her hotel in Brooklyn. After giving me a spare pair of pants and a shirt, we both showered before making our way back to the Upper East Side. Starr had been amused by my feeding habits.

“That was a lot more fun than I thought,” She joked, covered in blood and laying on the forest floor.

“They put up a better fight that’s for sure,” I replied, in a far better shape than my friend.

Starr grinned, “Next time, we should do bears.”

Bootsy’s human was long gone from the bar and I could tell Hoseok had left, too. Poor girl, I thought. He was probably having the time of his life. Starr left after saying hello. While she enjoyed Taehyung, I knew she was off to find Maria. The two of them were very close and I suspected lovers. I never asked. It was not my business.

“I was wondering when you were coming back,” The vampire said.

“Yeah, well,” I drawled, feigning boredom. “Everyone kept telling me how awful I looked.”

Taehyung chuckled, “Jimin said that?”

“Right after throwing me into a wall.”

He whistled, “Glad he’s getting some fire back in him.”

“Don’t get too excited,” I joked and sat next to him. “He gave up rather quickly.”

Taehyung hummed.

I knew he wanted to say something. The look on his face told the whole story. Something bad or uncomfortable and Taehyung did not do those conversations very well. Normally Maria or Yoongi would take care of them for him but as it was they were not the best options. A familiar smell wafted through the room but it was hard to pinpoint what it was. While it was familiar it was different enough to confuse me. Who was that?

Taehyung cleared his throat. An unnecessary gesture only reserved to distract. I looked at him again to see he looked apologetic. Another scent followed the last and this one was obvious. Taisiya. A grumble built in my chest automatically. Taehyung reached for my hand.

“Yoongi is with her,” He said calmly.

My senses were on overdrive and venom rushed into my mouth on reflex. And yet my heart hurt. Yoongi was with her? In what way? Before he would be running out of the room the moment he saw her. Had that changed? The more I thought about it, the more I spiraled, and the need to rip Taisiya’s head off was unbearable. Taehyung’s grip grew stronger.

“They have not noticed you. You smell strange and unfamiliar from the animal blood. Keep it that way.”

His words were hardly processed. Stretching my neck, I caught the swishing of the Russian woman’s blonde hair going up the stairs. Her giggles reached my ears easily along with a very familiar laugh. They were having a good time. They were laughing together. He was ahead of her but moved out of my eye sight. My chest was on fire and it was hard to breathe.

“Yes, they have been seeing one another but you must understand-”

I ripped my hands away from Taehyung’s and ran for the door. I needed to get out of here. Wolves be damned. I did not care anymore. He was with her. With Taisiya. Even in my absence I had never stepped out on him. I could not even imagine it. And for him to not only find someone else but a woman I hated- my unbeating heart could not bear it. However, escaping would not be so easy. 

I smelled him before I saw him. Hoseok reached for me with ease with a large, mischievous grin on his face. I saw the glint in his eye and knew what was going to happen. Fighting it was fruitless. His searing hot hands gripped my shoulders menacingly and I braced myself for what was about to happen. Taehyung told him to stop. I heard the other vampire’s in the room stop and stare.

“Y/N!” Hoseok bellowed, his eyes alight. “It’s been so long, gorgeous.”

Gritting my teeth, I reached for his hands and ripped them from me. Taehyung was at my side instantaneously. Hoseok did not look at him at all. His body was relaxed and at ease. My fists balled up tightly. I heard Taisiya’s gasp of my name and almost burst into flames in anger. 

The shadows in the bar gripped to my body and I could feel myself losing control of my emotions. Hoseok looked more excited by this. Taehyung said something to calm me down but my ears were ringing. My fingers crackled from the sudden power surge and I heard lightbulbs shattered in the background. People were afraid and the other vampires in the room tried to leave quickly. The bar was becoming increasingly darker. Taisiya cursed from her spot at the stairs.

“Yoon,” She cooed, “We should go to our room.”

All of the glass in Dauphine shattered, bathing the room in darkness. My vision was enhanced in this light and I was confident Hoseok could not see me. While Taehyung’s ability was enhanced glamor and hypnosis, mine had been far more brutal. The shadows called to me, I was stealthier and faster than most vampires, but my real power came from my fingertips. With one touch, I could kill anyone or anything. I used it rarely and only in extreme circumstances, but I was not thinking about it now. My fingers were freezing cold, even to me, and I lunged for the demon. 

He dodged me easily but I could tell he was worried. Hoseok had seen what I could do and was unsure of himself. One brush of my fingers and he could be a goner. Neither one of us were sure. Taehyung said something else but made no move to get close to me. The bar was in a panic but stayed completely still. No one breathed. Hoseok attempted to land a hit but missed. His demon senses was only useful during sex. Seeing an opening, I jumped up and over his head. Reaching out with my hand, I was inches away from touching him before someone grabbed a hold of me. 

Being flung across the bar was only an annoyance. I stopped myself easily before crouching defensively. Looking up, I prepared to launch myself at the attacker but froze. He had not aged a day since I last saw him. Neither have I but I knew I looked different. Not Yoongi. His hair hung around his shoulders, effortlessly beautiful despite how disheveled it always was. He wore all black, just as always, and his eyes pierced into me like nothing else before them. His face was hard and I felt the heartache I was running away from hit me like a truck. He was not happy to see me. He was with her.

With all of the fight taken out of me, I stood up slowly and did not move. Catching Taehyung’s eye, I knew he was worried about me. I did not lose my cool. Ever. And for Hoseok of all people to get under my skin I could only imagine what could be running through his mind. Yoongi brushed his shirt off and turned his back to me.

“I’ll clean this up,” He muttered to Taehyung. When Hoseok moved closer to me, Yoongi growled loudly. The demon took two steps back.

“No,” He replied quickly. “Just… go back to Taisiya.”

I stared at the floor when he walked by. My body ached to be near him but I restrained myself. The last thing I needed was to have a breakdown in front of these people. Steeling myself, I locked my heart away again. What was the point of having one if it could walk away from me into the arms of another woman? Hypocrite, my brain screamed and I had nothing to say to that.

“Don’t touch her again,” Taehyung seethed, pushing past the demon.

Hoseok chuckled, winked at me, and went off to find a booth. He had gotten his way regardless. The man loved chaos and working me up. He had just done both without much effort. He could feel my emotions easily and I wanted to leave even more now. The longer I was here the more opportunities Hoseok would have to throw my mate’s new relationship in my face.

Taehyung sighed and pat the top of my head. Any other time I would have ripped his arm off but it felt nice. I enjoyed the comfort regardless of who it was coming from. I heard Taisiya ask Yoongi about what happened.

“Just her being her.” 

Unable to take it anymore, I stepped away from Taehyung. The vampire looked so lost and confused. It had been a very long time since I had been this openly vulnerable and it was strange. It felt even stranger. 

“Don’t leave,” Taehyung begged. “Please. I- we need you right now.”

I shook my head. Taehyung did not try to stop me this time. The last thing I heard before I walked out of the bar was Taisiya telling a bad joke and Yoongi laughing. I went out looking for a man that night and drained him dry. Starr found me crying with his body in my lap behind the shitty bar I picked him up at.

“Oh baby,” She scooped me up in her arms. “It’s going to be okay. She’s just a distraction, you know that.”

Distraction or not, she had won his attention. Starr had not seen the way he had looked at me. Starr had not seen the way everyone knew he was happier without me around. I put up no fight when she picked me up and brought me to her hotel room. That night, I stared at the ceiling and replayed the look on his face over and over again.

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kick the goal | taekook (m)

>> summary If there's one thing everyone should know about Jungkook, it is that he cannot for the life of him stand Kim Taehyung aka. cocky and well known fuckboy on campus. Now, it wouldn't be as bad if they weren't for one, teammates and also within the fact that Taehyung brings out a whole new territory to their on-going hatred.

>> word count 12.7k

>> genre/au's college/university au // enemies with benefits // jock!jk // jock!th // fuckboy!th // soccer players taekook // bangtan are all soccer players in this // slow burn but they fuck the whole time // smut // humor // vers!tk

>> [series; chapter 1/?]

>> author's note re-upload from AO3 !! the first six chapters are done and will be uploaded every monday on here :)) other than that, enjoy!

“Guess what?!” Hector shouts as soon as he storms inside the living room. Ryu decides to turn, eyeing him up and down before rolling his eyes. 

“What?” 

“We got personally invited to the ugly sweater-themed party!” Hector jumps on the couch, landing in between Jungkook, Jori, and Ryu who are currently enjoying the Breakfast Club playing at full volume. 

The sweater-themed party Hector is referring to is hosted by Jungkook’s soccer team, but Jungkook prefers spending his Friday nights watching the Breakfast Club with his roommates in comfortable sweats.

Besides, he’s not missing out on a lot, just tons of beer pong and loud music. It’s never really been his thing to begin with, which is why he’s not having a severe case of FOMO but rather having as much fun as his teammates. 

It’s not a surprise that Hector comes bursting in to force them out to the party; since the very first semester Hector had his eyes locked onto Kim Namjoon, goalkeeper of the Red Devils. Parties and alcohol is the exact mix he needs in his system to gain a ton of courage to be honest with himself and eventually tell Namjoon that he likes him. 

“Hector, drop your fancy pants and put on some sweats. We’re staying in.” Jori informs before bringing a handful of popcorn towards his mouth and munching loudly. 

“No. No. You are all going with me.” He tries to pull Jungkook and Jori by the arm, causing Jori to whine in protest, determined to stay the fuck in. 

“Jungkook. Come on, please? You owe me.” 

Fuck. 

Jungkook knew he’d use it against him one day. Hector had one hell of a good memory. He remembers every minor inconvenience his roommates have experienced, even when drunk. Jungkook truly believes that if there ever was a job for people with a good memory, Hector would be the CEO. 

So maybe Jungkook did owe him, once. The reasons being he saved Jungkook’s ass from an awful date with someone from Chem class. It’s not that he wasn’t cute, he just constantly kept talking so much that Jungkook could barely squeeze a word out. 

Not only that, but when he finally managed, the guy in front of him pulled out a notepad and started writing things down. Jungkook soon found out those things were subjects he wanted to bring up when he was done talking. 

Yeah, Jungkook did not see him after that. 

“Okay, fine .” The words taste like vomit on his tongue. 

Hector cheers in victory as he runs to his own room. Jori and Ryu try their hardest not to laugh, knowing this night will either be a disaster or a win depending on whether or not Hector finally gets a taste of the infamous goalkeeper after he proudly confesses with zero hesitation. 

“Good luck, soldier.” Jori says while Jungkook slowly gets up, removing the duvet that covers him. 

“Thanks, I’m gonna need that.” 

They both hum in agreement as Jungkook leaves the living room and heads to his closet, aiming to find an ugly sweater. He digs as deep as ever, certain something is laying at the bottom, and he’s right. Jungkook pulls out a horrendous Christmas-themed sweater. Perfect in his opinion. At least now, he’ll be able to use it instead of the sweater collecting dust in the bottom of his closet. 

“Okay, you ready to go Hector?” 

Ryu and Jori have paused the film, both turned to face the kitchen where Hector is searching for a cheap bottle of wine to take on the go. 

“Hector wants to fuck Namjoon tonight.” Ryu chirps in, a smile plastered on his face while Hector’s is the complete opposite. His cheeks have turned a bright shade of red at the mention of Kim Namjoon.

“Ryu! What the fuck?!” 

“I did not need to hear that. Let’s not forget he’s my teammate.” 

“Exactly, gosh Ryu you and your vulgar mouth sometimes.” Hector says even though Ryu is ninety percent right in his observation. Hector does want to end up getting lucky. 

Ryu shrugs, his eyes returning back to the screen as Jungkook pushes Hector towards the door. This could go on for hours if they don’t leave at this moment and frankly, Jungkook would rather not go to this party. He would much rather watch the famous ending of The Breakfast Club and scream out the lyrics with his roommates as Bender raises his fist in the air in the middle of the football field. 

“Hector, let’s just go.” Jungkook manages to get them both out of the door as their roommates snort in the background over Hector’s obvious and immense crush on Kim Namjoon. 

Kim Namjoon is the definition of a hot guy with a great personality that keeps you hooked on a leash. Jungkook still remembers the gossip he overheard from a few students, going off about his dimples and the way he’s broadly built. So when Hector blurted out that he’s caught a teeny tiny crush on the famous goalkeeper, Jungkook wasn’t surprised. 

Jungkook knows Namjoon is a good guy, he’s one of the only guys along with Yoongi whom he talks to from the team other than during practice. And even though it feels a tad bit weird that his roommate of all people is seeing Namjoon, he doesn’t mind it. If Namjoon were to be a dick, Jungkook wouldn’t hesitate to make sure Hector doesn’t go near him. But truthfully speaking, he internally hopes Hector gets a piece of Namjoon tonight because Ryu wasn’t kidding when he said that Hector wants nothing more than to date him (and get fucked, hopefully). 

“My sweater isn’t that ugly right? I still look hot, yeah?” Hector is rambling as they reach the front door of Hoseok’s apartment. Jungkook studies Hector’s outfit, the green knitted sweater with a few silly garlands around it isn’t even remotely bad for an ugly sweater. 

“You look fine, Hector. At least you’re not wearing mine.” Jungkook smiles to convince him that it could’ve been worse and that seems to do the trick. His happiness shines through his face again, ringing on the doorbell with certainty. 

It’s Park Jimin who opens the door and before they get a chance to say hello, he cracks a laugh, almost dropping his red cup as he tilts his head backwards. 

“T-That’s the best ugly sweater I have ever seen, Jungkook.” He points directly to the white letters, spelling out ‘Nut Buster’. 

It was the only one Jungkook owned. He had accidentally bought it off a shitty website while drunk on tequila. Since then he’s reminded himself to never have access to his computer while intoxicated. Then again, he couldn’t care less what Park Jimin is saying — he’s just content with the fact he can even use it in the first place. 

Jungkook decides to curtsy as Jimin continuously laughs, hitting him on the shoulder to keep himself from falling down due to his uncontrollable laughter. 

“Shit— okay, my bad but come on in! Glad you could bring Jungkook, Hector. I don’t know how you did it, but you gotta teach me your magic skills.” Jimin smiles, pushing the door much wider as the three of them walk in. 

“I owe him, or else I wouldn’t even be here, Park.” 

“Well, thank fuck for that! Let’s get you two drunk.” 

The first thing Jungkook realizes when they step in is that the theme is not ugly sweater. People are wearing mediocre sweaters and Jungkook comes to an understanding as to why Jimin was laughing that hard. Fuck. Hector better get laid tonight or Jungkook just came here for pure embarrassment. 

“Namjoon is over by the beer pong table, just so you know.” Jimin’s smirk proves that he’s heard of the cute little dates Hector and Namjoon have shared and for a moment Hector’s smile falters quicker than lighting.

“Wha—”

“Thank you Jimin! But we need a drink first, right Hector?” He nods, his lips curling into a semi-smile as Jungkook saves him from explaining anything regarding Namjoon. 

Hector is already frustrated enough as it is. Talking about Namjoon to none other than his close friend and teammate wouldn’t possibly diffuse the situation. Hector would probably end up in doubt if this is even something , and he has a tendency to overthink a tad bit too much sometimes. But it comes from a good place, because Hector cares a lot . 

“Sure, follow me boys.” 

As they trail behind Jimin, Jungkook grabs Hector’s hand so he doesn’t start fidgeting out of nervousness. He whispers a thank you as the kitchen island comes into view. 

Jungkook and Hector agree with starting strong. It’s Hector’s idea, him opening the cheap bottle of wine and pouring a big amount in two red solo cups. Jungkook groans as he sniffs the white wine, immediately regretting being here in the first place. Hector encourages him to take the sip in one go and once Jungkook does, it tastes bitter at the tip of his tongue. 

“Fuck! Okay, we’re doing this Jungkook.” Before he gets to ask, Hector pulls him away as Jimin shouts out good luck to the both of them. What is he on about?

It’s not until Jungkook catches a glimpse of what’s in front of Hector that he wishes he’d stay back at home. 

Fuck. Biggest fuck. 

“Namjoon, hi!” 

Namjoon reciprocates with a dimple-filled smile and a tight hug. The interaction quickly reminds Jungkook why he’s here. He can do this. Be a good friend to Hector. He really needs it. 

Jungkook greets Namjoon right after, ignoring the person standing on the opposite side of the table. 

All goes well until Hector acknowledges him. 

“Taehyung!” 

Jungkook flinches at the name, plotting a way for him to go back home without offending his roommate. 

“Hector! Glad you could come, and with— Oh. Jeon.” His smile falters immediately when they gain eye contact and the air feels more stuffy than earlier. 

Kim fucking Taehyung. The midfielder on the team, accompanied by two great titles; fuckboy and dickhead all in one. Naturally that makes him the worst person in the world in Jungkook’s eyes. 

It’s mutual, of course. Because while Jungkook stays far away from Taehyung’s reach outside of practice, Taehyung does the same, wanting absolutely nothing to do with him. 

It’s only on the field that they’re even near one another. Jungkook is a midfielder just like Taehyung, and for the team to even play well, they have to pass the ball to one another when an attacker gets near. 

If you were to see one of their games, you wouldn’t believe that the two midfielders can’t stand each other, because one thing is for certain; they both love winning, and for them to win in the first place it requires that teamwork is exceeded perfection. 

Jungkook knows hate is a strong word and he barely dislikes anyone. But with Taehyung? The term naturally sticks . Whenever Taehyung starts talking, he immediately blocks out his ears because all that ever comes out of Taehyung’s mouth are his recent sexcapades. At this point, Jungkook is certain that Taehyung’s personality is how many people are interested in him, and who got lucky enough to fuck him. 

Jungkook wants to respond bitterly, but for the sake of Hector and Namjoon he decides to not start anything, settling on pure ignorance instead. 

“How about we play some beer pong?” Namjoon suggests quickly before the small space gets filled to the brim with awkwardness.Hector agrees with him on the idea, nodding excitedly. 

“Jeon, you’re with me.” Taehyung says and Jungkook is about to question why when he’s grabbed harshly by the bicep, Taehyung’s breath landing softly by his earlobe. “I need those two fuckers to fucking get on with it. Because if they don’t I’ll gain a permanent headache when I hear Namjoon whine about Hector after tonight.” 

And frankly, Jungkook can agree with that. Hector has been whining himself since their first date when Namjoon dropped him off by the apartment without a kiss, instead settling for a hug and Hector had tried to suppress a cry when he brushed his teeth roughly, thinking his breath stank too much. Jungkook had to deal with that at around midnight, and yeah, he doesn’t want this to ever happen again. 

“First, let fucking go.” Jungkook responds with gritted teeth, Hector and Namjoon ignoring their weird encounter, settling on a small flirtation back and forth, paired with blushes. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, removing his strong grip around Jungkook’s bicep. 

“Second, you’re gonna shut your mouth and let me do the talking because one thing is for certain, you’re too impulsive for this shit to work.” Jungkook bites harshly, and Taehyung clearly suppresses the urge to roll his eyes again, instead settling on clenching his jaw with a painful nod. 

“Good.” Jungkook turns his back to him, facing Namjoon and Hector who are at the opposite side of the table. “How about we make this game more fun?” 

It quickly catches both of their attentions, eyes bulging out and Jungkook can filter out the panic his roommate is currently experiencing towards the evident road Jungkook is trying to make them take. 

“Like?” 

“Losers have to do seven minutes in heaven.” Jungkook crosses his arms, thinking he’s absolutely nailed this. 

“We’re not in fifth grade, Jeon.” Taehyung complains, just to be a total buzzkill of his dare. 

“Actually—” Hector starts off, a sly smirk on his face and Jungkook has a bad fucking feeling about this. “Sounds fun.” 

“You’re on.” Taehyung cuts off any word Jungkook is about to say to remove the cliché childish game as if they’re in high school rather than university, and suggest something more… wild . Seems like that’s out of the question because Taehyung begins to fill the cups while Jungkook toys with the plastic ball in between his fingers. 

“You better not miss, Jeon.” 

“I never do.” 

“Isn’t this your first time playing?”

Jungkook bites on his tongue. “Your point?” 

“All right, we’re ready when you are!” Namjoon says excitedly, leaning forward while Hector continues to sip occasionally from the cheap wine. 

Jungkook has seen tons of beer pong games during freshman year, and sure, he’s never played, but that doesn’t immediately makehim a bad player. Beer pong doesn’t seem to be that hard, it’s all about aiming right, and Jungkook has had a good aim since he was five years old and shot his first soccer ball into the net back in Busan. 

“Okay.” Jungkook places himself in the middle, shutting an eye to get a more precise view on the cups and just as he’s about to shoot, Taehyung moves to stand behind him. 

“Kim, stop breathing down my fucking neck.” 

Even though Jungkook can’t see him, he can tell he’s mocking him behind his back, Namjoon and Hector’s reactions a clear giveaway as they both try and bite back a giggle. 

With a final sigh, Jungkook tosses the ball and it lands perfectly down in the front cup. 

Namjoon and Hector share a look before Namjoon is the one to take it and downs it in one go. 

“What was that about me missing, again?” Jungkook asks with a bitter tone that Taehyung quickly catches as he scoffs. 

“Shut up, dickhead.” 

The game continues on, Namjoon and Hector surprising both of them with great aims and Taehyung seems to be a professional, yet to miss one. So maybe he has a reason to brag, but it doesn’t make him more likable. 

And then it gets really intense. They’re both standing with one cup each. Taehyung cracks his neck before he grabs onto the ping pong ball, about to aim and Jungkook isn’t one ounce worried. Kim Taehyung will get the last cup and Hector will finally get that godforsaken kiss from Namjoon in the storage room closet. 

“Thank me later!” Taehyung says in a cocky tone before throwing the ball with a direct aim. Jungkook is already on his toes, ready to jump in victory but it never seems to happen because for the first time, Taehyung misses, the ping pong ball tilting on the rim rather than plopping directly down in the foamy beer. 

“Kim! What the fuck was that?!” Jungkook is now yelling, infuriated because if Namjoon gets it, he’ll have to be the one stuck in a closet with Taehyung of all people, which is in Jungkook’s dictionary, worse than hell.

“We’re fine, Joon-hyung will miss.” Taehyung’s demeanor is nothing but nonchalant and Jungkook only begins to stress out even more, certain that fate has other plans. It’s like this bug in his stomach that won’t seem to leave since Namjoon has retrieved the plastic ball, returning to the table with a grin. 

Jungkook can’t watch. He feels his throat has gone dry, which is ironic because beer does the opposite of that and it’s all he’s been drinking the past thirty minutes. 

Taehyung fixes his snapback, shrugging when Namjoon says something that Jungkook doesn’t catch, too focused on praying to the universe that Kim Namjoon will fucking miss. 

“Hector, blow on it.” 

“What?”

“For good luck.” 

Hector grins, leaning forward and blowing carefully and then Namjoon straightens his back, arm in position and he shoots. 

Everything happens so fast Jungkook doesn’t even catch it, not until Hector and Namjoon scream in victory and Taehyung’s eyes are wide and staring down at the cup. 

“Thank me later!” Namjoon parrots Taehyung’s earlier words and Jungkook immediately sends daggers in Taehyung’s direction. 

“Joon-hyung will miss.” Jungkook mocks him. “God, you’re so full of shit!” He pushes his shoulder with one hand that seems to set a bomb off in Taehyung. 

“Come on you two. You owe us seven minutes in heaven.” Hector sing-songs, cutting off whatever Taehyung was about to say that highly would’ve resulted in an aggravated fight in the middle of the kitchen. 

Taehyung doesn’t say a word when he makes a beeline to the storage room, Jungkook trailing behind while silently cursing the universe for this bullshit. 

When Namjoon opens the door, he places a hand on Taehyung’s chest. “Don’t kill each other, please.” He sends a warning look to Taehyung who’s probably fuming with anger. 

“Whatever, hyung. Put on a timer.” And then they both step in, the tiny lightbulb attached to the ceiling with a string being pulled by Taehyung before Namjoon shuts the door. 

“We’ll be back!” Hector shouts from the other side and Jungkook hopes that it’s so he can finally confess to Namjoon so that not all is doomed tonight. 

Taehyung leans against the wall next to the vacuum, while Jungkook stands closest to the door, counting the cracks from the chipped white paint on it. 

Some NewJeans song is playing in the living room where Hoseok has created one hell of a dancefloor, their mutual stomping creating a vibration in the floor. 

“If I walk out of here and Hector still hasn’t confessed to Namjoon, I’m killing you in an instant.” Jungkook is not letting this conversation go, and it seems that neither is Taehyung when he’s quick to respond. 

“Well, if it weren’t for you we wouldn’t even be in a closet in the first place.” 

Jungkook turns at that. “What?!” 

“You heard me. Fucking childish game instead of, I don’t know, body shots like a normal person would suggest.” 

“No, only high level fuckboys with a dickbag personality would suggest that.” Jungkook crosses his arms. “And let’s not forget who missed their shot.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” 

Jungkook thinks they’re back to square one, which is no talking, but Taehyung clearly isn’t done. 

“I might be a fuckboy, but at least I’m not some stuck-up who licks Coach’s ass like it’s their fucking job.” 

Jungkook can’t help but laugh because he’s anything but that. “You can’t be fucking serious.” 

Taehyung gives him a look that proves otherwise.

“Well, then I’m so sorry for being passionate about soccer and always wanting us to be the best of the best, Kim.” Jungkook’s tone is filled with sarcasm, aimed to toss Taehyung directly in a pile of dirt, and it seems to be working becauseTaehyung takes a step forward, removing his back from the wall.

“And I’m sorry for getting laid constantly, which is why I’m not a stuck-up bitch like you. Is that what this is about, Jeon?” Taehyung steps closer, Jungkook’s back hitting the door, knocking the air out from his lungs.

“What.” 

“You know, I could help you with that.” Taehyung takes another step. “Bet my cock could make you shut up for once, but you’re too much of a conceited asshole for that, no?”

Jungkook’s breath hitches by the vulgarity leaping out from Taehyung’s mouth and before he can respond with whatever the fuck comes to mind, the door opens making him fall backwards and stumble onto Namjoon.

“Oh look! You’re both alive. Guess you guys can stand each other somehow.” Namjoon jokes which neither find funny. Taehyung isn’t staring at Jungkook anymore, instead shrugging and walking towards the dance floor probably to dance with Jimin and Hoseok. 

Jungkook touches his face with both hands, realizing he’s burning up and he wishes it was because of the heat in the cozy apartment linked with fifty people but sadly, it’s about some certain words that have pulled all strings. 

Before he can even process what just happened in the storage room, Hector tugs at Jungkook excitedly, telling him that he and Namjoon came up with a drink that will blow his mind. 

It’s then he notices how their fingers are intertwined, paired with swollen lips as Jungkook turns to meet them eye to eye. 

Well, at least something good happened tonight. 

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“Jeon Jungkook! Get in here, now!” 

The high pitched shouting from Ryu doesn’t go unnoticed early in the morning on a Saturday and Jungkook might as well delete the clock app on his phone, seeing his roommate just signed himself up for the job of an alarm.

“What?!” Jungkook groans into his pillow as he hugs it around his face. 

Instead of Ryu shouting again, which Jungkook expects, he stomps to his bedroom, opening the door in an instant and plopping down aggressively onto his bed. 

“Come on! We have to celebrate. Hector finally got a piece of Kim Namjoon.” Ryu is more excited than all of them combined, and yes, that includes Hector. 

“Can it wait? It’s like…” Jungkook has no sense of time but catching a glimpse with a squinted eye and seeing nothing but white, he can easily guess it’s around, “nine in the morning.” 

“Eight, but close enough. And no, it can’t wait. Do you have any idea how long we’ve been waiting for this? First semester, Jungkookie.” Ryu gets up, holding onto his ankles, and before Jungkook can warn him, he’s immediately dragged backwards, his ass landing down with a thump onto his gray rug. 

“You owe me coffee for this.” Jungkook yawns, rubbing his swollen eyes.

“On it, chief.” 

His bangs are shriveled, bouncing on top of his head as he moves to stand, still drowsy from the early waking. 

Jori is already annoying Hector, who’s hugging into a pillow, probably to hide his obvious blush at the ongoing conversation about Namjoon. 

“Mornin’.” Jungkook mumbles, slumping down on the couch and yawning once more in his sleeve before Jori decides to speak up.

“Someone had a wild night.” 

“Yeah well, blame the game of beer pong I played so that Hector and Namjoon could finally have the balls to do that shit.” 

“Which failed miserably.”

Jungkook groans, covering his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Don’t remind me.”

But that’s all it does. And especially a certain someone’s words that had haunted him in his sleep last night. 

Bet my cock could make you shut up.

Jungkook hasn’t even been able to process Taehyung’s offer—not that it’s even a real one to begin with, because of course the other used the opportunity to throw him down onto literal train tracks by hurting his ego.

And that’s exactly why he’s not taking it to heart, completely unfazed instead. Even though it was certainly a first that their bickering took a route to end up remotely sexual, so it’s no wonder Jungkook was taken aback, but that barely lasted a minute. 

Okay, five tops. 

And maybe for a good minute before he fell asleep. It’s a thing Jungkook does whenever he’s about to lay down and go to bed. He reminisces about his evening, just like a child counting sheep, and what Taehyung said in the storage room counts as a part of it, unfortunately. 

Absolutely no other reason. 

Also, if Taehyung did mean it, he would’ve probably done more than just spew nonsense, right? Not that Jungkook wants it to happen, absolutely not— it’s Kim for fucks sake.

“Well I’m officially intrigued. What happened?” 

“No! Nothing. We’re here to celebrate the two lovebirds who smooched for the first time yesterday, not me losing in a ridiculous game of beer pong.” Jungkook tries to shut it down, finding it unnecessary for Hector to be bringing up how he ended up in a storage room with Kim fucking Taehyung for a dare that wasn’t even supposed to be for them.

Luckily enough, just as Hector is about to announce what happened that night between Jungkook and Taehyung, Ryu returns with his coffee and plops down in between him and Hector. 

“So, tell us everything. Actually, let's take it from the beginning. This is way too good.” Ryu is very invested, and Jungkook sips silently, ignoring the excitement happening beside him.

“Well, I should say that Jungkook was indeed a savior that night, because if it wasn’t for his idea of adding a seven minutes in heaven dare to the losers, then Namjoon and I would’ve barely gotten some time alone in the first place.” 

“Seven minutes in heaven? With who?” Ryu asks and now Jungkook can’t run away from it anymore. 

Fine, he’ll just leave out some crucial details. 

“Kim Taehyung.” 

“T-Taehyung from your soccer team? The one you—”

“Absolutely hate? Yes.” Jungkook continues to sip on his coffee, a way for him to avoid talking further about something that is completely irrelevant. 

“How close were you to killing him? You can tell me.” Ryu looks at him with a grin and Jungkook ignores the question, looking away as he continues to drink the warm beverage. 

“Fine. Then what happened?” 

“Namjoon took me back to the kitchen and we started talking about different liquors and then, I just told him that I like him, and he kissed me.” Hector buries his head back in the cushion while Ryu and Jori scream in excitement, Jungkook almost spilling his coffee all over himself. 

“Fucking finally . So what now? Are you guys going out or…” Jori takes the lead.

“Well, he did invite me to this cabin trip during the fall break with the rest of the Red Devils.” 

Ryu raises an eyebrow. “Jungkook? Did you know about this?”

“Yeah, it’s this annual trip they do. I never went.” Jungkook shrugs like it’s not important, and it isn’t for him, but with the looks from his roommates he’s doubting his answer.

“You haven’t?!” 

Jungkook swallows a clump in his throat. “No…”

“Well, this year you should, no? Could be fun, and Hector is going!” Ryu encourages even though he knows Jungkook already planned to stream One Piece all break and never leave his room unless it’s to go down to the convenience store to buy some kimbap. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Actually, Namjoon said I should invite you and Jori. There’s space for like twenty people in that cabin.” Hector intervenes.

“Sick! I’m in.” Ryu is quick to jump into the idea. He’s nothing but impulsive. If he had other plans, he would’ve found a way around them to land in these instead. Hence the impulsive title. 

“Yeah, I’d love to.” Jori agrees, getting up to make some more tea for the group and that’s when Ryu and Hector stare down at Jungkook. 

“What.”

“You’re coming with us, there’s no way out of this.” Ryu settles, clasping a hand onto his thigh and Jungkook whines in protest.

Despite this, they’re quick to shut him down, loudly voicing various reasons for him to come; including spending quality time together, and the fact it’s their first real trip together as roommates. 

“Okay, fine!”

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Hector was definitely not kidding when he said the cabin had enough space for twenty people. The house is one of the biggest Jungkook has seen: two floors and a big patio with a small path towards the lake. 

Jungkook knew Hoseok was rich, he just didn’t know he was rich . 

“Holy shit!?” Ryu says when he pulls the car to a stop in the driveway. 

Hoseok comes out from the front door to greet them properly, waving excitedly as the rest of the boys join him, and soon Jungkook catches sight of Taehyung again. 

The week after the incident, everything pretty much returned to normal. Taehyung still talked about his hookups like he was paid for it, and Jungkook kept a respectful distance, wanting nothing to do with it. 

Over time, Jungkook didn’t spare the moment in the storage room a single thought, focusing on soccer and his studies instead. 

And now they’re here, on fall break, about to spend four days in Hoseok’s aunt’s cabin. 

Jungkook had attempted to pack light, but as soon as Ryu had caught sight of his backpack, he had insisted that Jungkook go repack and bring a larger bag. Because even if it was only a four day trip, you never know .

So instead of Jungkook bringing two pairs of pants, he brings five. 

When they all step out of the car, Jungkook goes straight for the baggage claim to collect his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as the rest of his roommates greet his teammates excitedly. 

They had met a few times throughout the first semester but it had never gone this far as to be stuck in the same place for a few days. Jungkook could tell that his roommates being here made the scene more pleasant. 

“Thanks for inviting us.” Ryu is the first to say, when he squeezes Hoseok in a tight hug. 

“No problem! Come in, I’ll show you around, then you can pick rooms.” 

Jori walks towards Jungkook, helping out as they collect the baggage to bring inside. 

Hector doesn’t hesitate to wrap his hands around Namjoons neck as he embraces him in a warm hug which makes everyone around them coo and cheer. 

Seems like everyone has been waiting for ages for them to get their shit together. 

Everyone follows Hoseok inside the house, small conversations breaking up the silence as they move around and get their assigned rooms. 

“This must have cost a fortune!” Ryu comments when he notices the expensive paintings and decorations in the living room as they walk by to go upstairs. There are eight bedrooms in total.

“Yeah, my aunt still doesn’t want to tell me how much this is.” Hoseok chuckles. “Alright, there are three rooms left available. I take it Hector and Namjoon can share, just don’t get too loud, okay? Some of us are still single and rotting.” 

Laughter erupts around them as Namjoon scratches the back of his neck in nervousness and Hector hides his face in the crook of his neck. 

Ryu thanks Hoseok before he moves to the first room he sees, Jori moving along and that leaves Jungkook with the room right by the stairs. And it’s more than okay until he realizes who his neighbor is.

“Don’t kill each other, this is supposed to be a vacation okay? There’s a wall for a reason.” 

Jungkook grits his teeth when Taehyung throws a grin in his direction. “We’ll be fine, right Jungkookie ?” 

“Watch your mouth, Kim.”

“Guys, come on, we haven’t even been here for a day and you guys are already starting to piss me off.” Yoongi says suddenly, groaning loudly when Taehyung lifts his arms in surrender.

“Don’t look at me hyung, I’m just being nice.”

“You call that, nice ?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow. 

“I’m making some lunch, is kimchi fried rice okay?” Seokjin pipes in, already putting on an apron beneath the stairs, looking at the crowd. 

“Sounds great.” Hoseok beams, following Seokjin in the kitchen to help him out, whereas the rest go back to their rooms to unpack and change. 

“Well, neighbor, try not to be too loud, okay?” Taehyung says with an annoying tone just as he’s about to shut his door.

“Loud? Says the fuckboy.”

“At least I fuck rather than yap.” 

Jungkook scoffs in offense. “You—”

Taehyung shuts the door in his face, leaving Jungkook stranded in the hallway. 

This is going to be four days in straight up hell. 

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Lunch goes by smoothly, Ryu and Jori settling nicely with Jungkook’s teammates. Despite it being Fall, there’s sun shining through the large windows that lead to an outside patio with couches and chairs. There seems to be a jacuzzi as well, wrapped up. 

Hoseok suggests a hike for anyone who wants to join, and Namjoon, Hector, Jori and Yoongi end up taking him up on the offer. 

Ryu and Jungkook decide to play a board game while Seokjin bakes cookies, Taehyung and Jimin sitting on the counter chatting loudly. 

“Are you sure that Taehyung is the guy you hate, because…” Ryu looks behind him, Taehyung adjusting his annoying baseball cap that he wears backwards like the cliché pompous asshole he is. 

“Oh, I’m sure.” 

“Jungkook. He’s fucking hot .” He whispers the last word, raising his eyebrows to make a statement and Jungkook moves closer, annoyance reaching his ears. 

“Well, I’m sure you’re his type. You have a pulse.” Jungkook mutters, annoyed. He focuses back on the board game and notices that Ryu is clearly winning. 

“Shut up, he literally looks at you whenever you aren’t looking.” 

Now that makes Jungkook pause completely. 

“What—” He clears his throat. “What do you mean by that?” 

“Come on, it’s obvious that you guys just need to fuck it out. Taehyung seems well aware of that.” 

Jungkook chokes on his own spit, the words from a few weeks ago returning and ringing loudly in his ears. 

Bet my cock could make you shut up for once .

“Jungkook.”

“Hmm?”

“Is there something you’re not telling me? You’re doing that thing that you do with your face when you’re thinking.” 

Damn Ryu for being so fucking observant.

“No no, just can we talk about something else?” 

“All right, big boy.” 

Ryu ends up winning against Jungkook and it puts him in a bad mood, his sore loser tendencies showing rather quickly. Seokjin treats him to some warm cookies that he ingests with a frown on his face. Meanwhile, Jimin and Ryu talk about some k-drama they’re both watching currently. 

Before they know it, the afternoon passes like a blur, Hoseok and the others returning from their hike all tired and hungry, Yoongi going straight to his bedroom for a nap. 

The sun outside is about to set, multiple lights being turned on in the living room and around the house. Jungkook can feel himself grow tired the more he slumps around in the living room, only focusing half on Hector and Jori’s discussion about what they’re doing for Christmas and when they should decorate the apartment.

“Hey, Jin hyung and I are gonna go to the store near here to buy some alcohol. Do any of you wanna join?” 

“Sure.” Jungkook figures it’s best if he does something with his afternoon and maybe also to distract himself from the fact Ryu beat him in a game that’s labeled “ages 7 and up”. 

“Great!” 

They all walk outside to the car, Jungkook throwing a hoodie over his head and a beanie. Seokjin is the one to drive, settling in the front with Hoseok next to him and Jungkook enters the back.

When Seokjin turns on the ignition, Hoseok looks outside his window. “Is that Taehyung?”

The shouting is distant when Taehyung gets closer to the car until he opens the door next to Jungkook and doesn’t hesitate to sit down. 

“Taehyung?”

“I need some stuff from the store.” 

“What, condoms?” 

Taehyung looks Jungkook directly in the eyes before smiling. “Yes.”

Jungkook gulps when a clump forms in his throat the longer he stares down at that fucking smile on Taehyung’s face. He thinks he might throw up, or maybe it’s just nervousness. Either way, there’s a patch of nerves in the pit of his stomach and not the good kind. 

“We’re literally in the middle of nowhere.” Jungkook points out, but Taehyung continues to carry that secretive smile that Jungkook wants to rip off of his face.

“So?”

“Well I don’t think some chick will magically show up and want to fuck you.” Jungkook drags it out. It’s stupid but buying condoms when they’re in a cabin, far away from the small store, is even dumber. So really, who’s the stupid one between the two? Exactly.

“Yeah well, the condoms are cheap there.” He reasons and Jungkook is just about to throw another retort when Hoseok beats him to it.

“He’s not wrong. They are extremely cheap. He does this every year.” 

Now , Jungkook feels like the dumbest one in this car. Whatever, he shrugs it off, settling on watching the large trees beside the road. 

Seokjin and Hoseok have a huge debate on whether baby pigeons exist or not, something about them being robots from the government to spy on all of us. Jungkook manages to tune them out,  especially since Taehyung decides to open his big mouth and add things to the conversation that are only incredibly stupid. 

The store comes to view not much later, the large neon sign shining bright in yellow colors, flickering with age. Jungkook is the first one to get out, wanting this to go as fast as possible but it seems to be a rather hard task when Taehyung takes his fucking time. 

The store isn’t even big to begin with. Five different aisles for all the important items you need when you’re on the road, and that apparently also counts for condoms and lube. 

Tons of fucking lube. 

That’s the aisle where Taehyung has been standing the past ten minutes, Hoseok and Seokjin already having accumulated the alcohol that they need for their four day trip.  

“Go tell him to hurry up.” Hoseok bumps into Jungkook’s shoulder. Meanwhile the owner starts scanning one bottle of beer at a time. 

“Fine.” He says through gritted teeth, walking over the aisle where Taehyung is tapping a finger at his chin.

“Come on, Kim. Stop being picky, we have to go back.” 

Taehyung turns around for a split second, cracking a smirk before he cranes his neck back towards the different bottles of lube.

“I’m not being picky . I have a certain taste, unlike you.” That’s when he grabs the strawberry lube, reading the label and Jungkook makes an exaggerated gagging noise.

“Flavored lube? Disgusting.” Jungkook comments, continuing even after Taehyung scoffs in offense. “I feel bad for everyone you’ve been with. That shit not only tastes bad, but the smell? Absolutely not.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, grabbing two instead of one. “I shall have you know I have gained zero complaints about the lube I’ve used. It’s just you, meaning you’re absolutely wrong. Flavored lube is fun. But, oh right, you don’t know that word. Makes a lot of sense.” He smiles again, this time faking it on purpose to showcase Jungkook something even worse than a prominent middle finger to his face.

“Sorry for being a normal person, Kim. There’s nothing wrong with plain lube, also it’s the cheapest one there is. Saves you a lot of money instead of flavored shit in a bottle.” 

“I’m not discussing this with you if you’re not the one I’m fucking. Move out of my way, Jeon.” 

The words are said so casually that Jungkook loses all train of thought in what he originally wanted or could’ve said back. He’s thrown in an instant to the night where Taehyung had suggested to shut him up with his cock of all things. Not a punch, not a kick, no. His cock. Jungkook needs to walk away, he’s gaining a heat stroke over this debate in the first place. 

Lube of all things. What’s next? Dildos? 

Maybe the words are also extremely effective because Jungkook was certain that, one, Taehyung was drunk when he said it and two, he forgot . 

Hoseok and Seokjin are almost done and Jungkook grabs what’s already been checked out to the car, saving himself from watching Taehyung pick out lube and condoms. 

The moment he’s sitting down in the car with the others, Taehyung walks out at a slow pace with a black plastic bag around his wrist. He seems to be whistling up until he opens the door. 

“All settled in back there?”

“For a good five months. Thanks, hyung.” Taehyung claps Seokjin's shoulder playfully and Jungkook hates himself for wanting to see exactly how much lube and condoms there are in that ridiculously small plastic bag. 

The curiosity vanishes as soon as Hoseok opens his mouth again about a new debate, this time it’s about whether or not Bigfoot is real, because he could’ve sworn he’s seen one last year on a ski trip with his father and older brother. 

Jungkook for once joins in on the conversation, saying if Yeti isn’t real then neither is Bigfoot. For once, Taehyung is quiet.

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“We’re playing never have I ever!” Hoseok shouts from the living room, placing down the bottles on the coffee table meanwhile everyone scurries to the big room. 

They’re all in pajamas, having done a fun movie night right after dinner to let digest. Now it’s a few hours later, clock about to hit eleven in the evening. The lights are dimmed around them and Hoseok managed to make the ambiance very soothing for everyone, even though a game of never have I ever can end up as a terrible disaster.

It wouldn’t be such a terrible game for Jungkook if his roommates weren’t there. But they know him better than anyone else, and have heard a lot more than his teammates. This is a ticket to hell and Jungkook is shaking in his seat while pouring some vodka that he mixes with juice from the fridge.

Instead of asking questions themselves, Hoseok brought a deck of cards with specific questions that they all have to lose a point for saying yes and drink to say no. 

They each have a little cardboard sheet in front of them that starts every player off with twenty points. With each passing yes, you cross one out. The one who loses first has to do a dare. 

Thankfully, that’s not something they have to come up with either, as there’s a stack of cards with nothing but dares. 

Plus, it saves them a lot of trouble and to have to be extremely imaginative the drunker they get. 

Jori settles in between Jungkook’s legs, sitting against the couch. 

Ryu and Jimin sit together in excitement, meanwhile Taehyung is whispering things to Yoongi that has him rolling his eyes. 

Hector and Namjoon are, of course, snuggling while Hector's lips trail on his neck that makes him giggle.

Hoseok is the only one by the other end of the coffee table, settling down for the game while Seokjin is still cleaning up after movie night. 

When everyone gets their point board and a drink in hand, Hoseok grabs the first card and reads it out loud. “Never have I ever peed anywhere other than in a toilet or on the street.” 

Jungkook groans when Jori taps his legs, nonverbally reminding him of that one time he got stuck in the elevator in their building and couldn’t hold it in much longer. It’s one event Jungkook didn’t want to reminisce about but here he is, saying yes to it while others drink in front of him. Taehyung is the only one beside him that also says a clear yes. It doesn’t surprise Jungkook the slightest. 

“Oh! I forgot to say, when you say yes you have to explain why and if you don’t want to, it counts as losing two points instead of one.” Hoseok says quickly, reading on the backside of the cardboard box of the game. 

“I peed in a sink when a certain someone took their time in the bathroom.” Taehyung eyes down at Namjoon. 

“Dude, I had a job interview that day. If I didn’t look great I wouldn’t have gotten it. Not my fault you have a small bladder and dare I say, zero patience. ” Namjoon bites back, and that makes the whole room laugh meanwhile Taehyung bites down on the rim of his cup, mumbling a small whatever. 

“And you, Jungkook?” Hoseok seems to have his eyes out on everyone so neither can escape it.

“In an elevator. I got stuck and yeah, couldn’t really hold it in.” 

“That’s disgusting.” Seokjin says between laughter and Jungkook just shrugs. Better act like you don’t care than seem offended and embarrassed. 

“Never have I ever slept with someone ten years older than me.” Hoseok raises both brows reading the question out loud, and it seems to be only Taehyung saying yes while everyone takes a sip. 

Everyone waits for Taehyung to explain but instead he just takes a sip, losing two points that he crosses off. 

“Bummer.” Hoseok mumbles under his breath getting rather excited to hear it and Jungkook is surprised by the sudden change in Taehyung.

Usually he never shuts up about who got a mouth or a hand around his dick, mostly a hole. But no, he’s quiet . Kim Taehyung being quiet is like Shakespeare not writing tragedies. 

“Never have I ever gotten laid more than five times in one night.” 

“Yes. Jesus, this game is only attacking me. Pick better cards, hyung.” Taehyung complains while the group takes a sip in silence. 

“Fine, then pick one, Taehyungie.” Hoseok hands him the deck, giggling as Taehyung huffs under his breath, grabbing one in the middle for pure coincidence. 

“All right. Never have I ever gotten a tattoo.” 

Everyone exclaims a loud yes at the question, taking turns on explaining their tattoos to each other. Yoongi has a whole sleeve decorated with his favorite music artists and lyrics. Namjoon has just one on his thigh, his parents' birth year. Jimin has a few on his ribs and torso, going off about each detail. Ryu has a snake tail on his back, explaining how drunk Jungkook got him to make it less painful at the appointment, even though he ended up puking the minute they got home. Seokjin has one on his shoulder, matching with Hoseok after a drunken night out. Jori has his star sign behind his ear and then Jungkook explains his sleeve, shortly.

He feels an intense gaze drilling onto his arm and that’s when he catches Taehyung licking his lips as Jungkook moves his arm, pointing a finger down on each one that melts together. He feels his throat grow tighter the more Taehyung stares.

And then it’s Taehyung’s turn and Jungkook wishes he had looked away. Taehyung pulls up the material of his short black shorts, exposing the different thigh tattoos adorning his skin. 

It feels like a trap. Jungkook doesn’t know why but it does, and especially when Taehyung licks his lips, looking at Jungkook when he drags his slender fingers on the exposed skin. 

Fuck . 

He’s onto him. There’s no other way around it. Focus, Jungkook. 

Mentally slapping himself knocks him back in his place, looking at the liquor in his cup, taking a sip just because . But in reality it’s to make him stop thinking about what the tattoos would look like beneath him as he rides—

“Never have I ever cut my own hair.” Hoseok reads aloud, stopping Jungkook’s train of thoughts. He can’t even believe he let himself think this way. 

This is Kim Taehyung. Wake up, Jungkook. 

“Yes! I still have the video when I cut my own bangs. Never again, though.” Seokjin exclaims while everyone takes a sip. 

While Hoseok finds another question, Seokjin’s phone goes around to show the video where he’s using kitchen scissors to chop off the ends of his hair. 

“They’re not even bad!” Jori comments and Seokjin raises an eyebrow. 

“Of course not. Can’t do anything wrong when your name is Seokjin.” 

Namjoon slaps Seokjin’s shoulder, probably tired of his overly confident self. 

“Ah, this one is fun.” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows when everyone grows quiet to hear it. “Never have I ever worn a thong.” 

Ryu’s eyes brighten up and Jungkook is so fucked. 

“Hey! Why are you drinking Jungkookie?” 

He’s officially removing Ryu from the list of best friends and roommates. 

“That was not a thong.” Jungkook defends but it doesn’t seem to lessen Ryu’s excitement in getting Jungkook thrown in the big, deep puddle of embarrassment.

“Now, now. You don’t have to explain but you shouldn’t lie.” Ryu raises an eyebrow when Jungkook dares to say yes.

“It was a speedo . There’s a difference.”

“Speedos don’t have lace. Just say yes, Koo.” Jori slaps his knee and Jungkook catches the way Taehyung licks his lips, adjusting his pants when it’s revealed that yes, it was a thong. 

“Fine. Yes. Happy now?”

“Very.” Ryu grins against his palm. 

Thankfully he escapes the need to explain himself. That’s the last thing he’s doing. 

“Well, I never saw that one coming.” Hoseok jokes and Jungkook just bites down on his bottom lip in annoyance. 

“Never have I ever tried naked yoga.” 

Jori grins as he answers yes as the only one. “It’s actually quite freeing.” 

“Noted, maybe I should try it out one day. What do you say, hyung? Are you down?” Hoseok grins when Seokjin’s makes a noise out of protest.

“ Separately .”

“Mhm.” Hoseok doesn’t drag it out, grabbing another card. “Never have I ever done something to impress someone else.” 

Taehyung groans and Yoongi laughs for the very first time since they started this game. Oh this is bad.  

“Yes. There was this really pretty girl that loved golf and I lied and I told her I’ve played it for years and so we went on a date and I failed terribly.” Taehyung finishes it, crossing off a point and Yoongi shakes his head.

“That’s not all of it.” 

Taehyung sends him a cold glare. “I continued to play golf afterwards just to get laid and impress her. It worked and now I’m a pro at golf.” 

Jungkook shakes his head because of course Taehyung would go to a certain extent just to get his dick wet. It’s quite impressive, to be honest. Now he’s a pro at golf because the pussy just had to be wrapped around him. 

“You’re about to lose, Taehyungie. Ouchie.” Hoseok notes and that’s when everyone notices Taehyung is the one with the least amount of points on his scoreboard.

“Shit.” 

“Never have I ever said the wrong name in bed.” 

Taehyung is definitely losing this. Jungkook can see how he’s gripping hard around his cup, probably wondering what kind of dare lies beneath the card that he has to accomplish before they all crash down. 

“Yes, and I’m not explaining myself.” 

The game goes on for another hour, many of the questions targeting Taehyung especially, and then he’s down to four points until his cardboard is empty. 

“Never have I ever had a piercing.” 

“Yes.” 

Jori starts off first, explaining his bridge piercing and how much it hurt the first weeks after he had it done. Ryu goes on a rant about his nose piercing and the cleaning progress. 

Jungkook reminds everyone how he had looked with his head down in a bowl of salt water for eight minutes every day of the first six months. It’s a payback of some sort when Ryu gains a blush and hides his face in Jimin’s chest shouting at Jungkook and telling him to shut up. 

Jungkook admits to having one but doesn’t say where and the raise in Taehyung’s eyebrow stays put even as he’s about to answer for himself. 

“Well, I lost a bet and got my dick pierced.” Taehyung says it so casually while Jungkook’s mouth slacks in a dramatic drop.

His dick has a what now?

“I removed it after a few months.” 

“Only because you fucked the piercer and they were a bad lay and the piercing reminded you of it.” Jimin exposes Taehyung fully and this makes a lot of sense why Ryu and Jimin click so well. They’re both incredibly shameless when it comes to their best friends.

“Well thanks Minnie.” Taehyung rolls his eyes and they proceed with the game. 

It’s when Taehyung stands with one point that everyone is fully drunk. The words are more slurred between them, giggles erupting faster and Hector and Namjoon have gotten more handsy . 

“Last one. Taehyungie you’re gonna lose.” Hoseok hiccups before he picks up one more card from the deck, reading it out. “Never have I ever had a threesome.” 

Taehyung isn’t the only one to say yes, Yoongi joining him and Seokjin too. 

Yoongi and Seokjin don’t go into detail because Taehyung has lost either way. 

“Fuck this game!” Taehyung pulls his hair, slumping back down onto the couch and spreading his legs. 

Jungkook gulps down a clump of spit at the sudden view. Taehyung’s neck is strained, exposing a few moles painted on it. His shorts have rolled up by the action, exposing one of the tattoos he has on his thigh.

“Dare for Taehyungie baby!” Jimin grabs the deck, picking a random card. “The game of never have I ever dares you to jump into the nearest pool.” 

“In this weather? No way.” 

“Hey, come on. It’s fun and it’s just the lake. Just run until you can dip and come back up.” Hoseok suggests so simply and Seokjin adds in, explaining that they’ll be holding a warm towel ready for Taehyung when he comes back up so he won’t catch a cold.

Somehow it convinces him and Taehyung gets up, followed by everyone behind him. Jori wraps an arm around Jungkook as they walk down with the rest, hands in the pockets of their pants and hoodies. 

It’s completely dark outside, their phones in hand with the flashlight feature in use. Thankfully it’s a few steps until the lake appears. It’s really just a small path. 

“All right, Taehyungie. Whenever you’re ready!” 

Taehyung doesn’t waste another second, throwing his t-shirt over his head and removing his black shorts, remaining in his Calvin Klein boxers. He’s wearing a slim gold chain around his neck with a green pearl. 

Jungkook doesn’t catch any more because, then he runs. Goes straight for it, diving into the lake and coming back up,drenched and shouting over how fucking cold it is and that he regrets everything. Seokjin wraps his arms around Taehyung and pats him down with the warmth he’s providing. 

When they’re all  back in the house, Taehyung is still visibly shaking and turns to walk upstairs to take a warm shower. 

At that moment, Seokjin throws him his clothes, and that’s when Jungkook catches sight of the prominent bulge in Taehyung’s soaked Calvins. 

He hates himself for looking down but it’s like this annoying reflex. 

At least, that’s what he blames it on. 

The thing is, the bulge isn’t even small , which would make a lot of sense since dicks shrink when they’re met with anything cold. 

So how the fuck does Taehyung’s cock look big when it’s supposed to be— Jungkook stops himself from thinking further because it’s stupid that he’s wondering about this in the first place. The more he’s in over his head about it, the more he’ll end up making a bad decision.

Ryu and Jungkook decide to hang out with Jori a bit longer while the others have resigned to their bedrooms. They’re sobering up, drinking water and eating kimbap that Seokjin made as an afternoon snack. 

“Dude, your teammates are so fun. Can’t believe you don’t hang out with them more.” Ryu says, mouth full of kimbap. 

“Yeah they’re…” Jungkook pauses, realizing how much fun it’s been even though Taehyung has been on his ass this whole time, clouding his mind and overtaking it, which usually never happens to Jungkook. “They’re great. We always have fun on the field, just didn’t expect to be more than that.” 

“It’s good to know you don’t regret coming here.” Jori shuffles closer to Jungkook and lies down on his arm. 

“Yeah, I don’t. At least not anymore.” 

Then the conversation diverts, Ryu explaining how much fun he’s been having with Jimin and that they’re going out when they come back from fall break. Jori talks a bit about a date he had and that the girl left the moment she found out he was asexual.

“It’s not your fault, Jori.” 

“I know. I don't know, I just wish my sexuality didn’t stand in the way of my dating life, but it really does most times.” 

Jungkook runs a hand through his curly hair. “Don’t say that. Someone out there will love every part of you.” He kisses his forehead and Jori thanks Jungkook for his kindness and the support Ryu voices out when they talk more about dating in general. 

When the conversation turns a bit lighter and Jori has fallen asleep on Jungkook’s shoulder, Taehyung emerges from his bedroom, walking down the stairs in oversized sweatpants, a snapback, and no fucking shirt. The golden necklace shines bright under the living room lights, and Jungkook hates himself for staring so much, but so is Ryu beside him.

“Hey, sorry. Just grabbing some water.” 

It doesn’t jolt Jori awake that there’s sudden noise happening in the open kitchen. 

“No worries, hot stuff.” Ryu says jokingly and Taehyung chuckles before downing the glass of water in front of them. It seems to have spilled down onto his neck, droplets trailing further down his torso and Jungkook holds his breath the entire time. 

“Shit, I’m a bit clumsy.” Taehyung jokes but nothing is funny with the way he’s staring down at Jungkook as his finger trails after the droplet of water before it reaches his waistband.

He’s doing this on purpose. This can’t possibly be all in Jungkook’s head.

“Well, goodnight you two.” And then he’s gone, retrieving to his bedroom as he stretches his arms, flexing his back muscles. 

“Are you sure you don’t find Taehyung hot?” Ryu questions the moment they hear the door close.

“I really don’t.” Yes. 

“Really? Your drool says otherwise, babe.” He points out and Jungkook realizes how watery his mouth has grown since Taehyung did that scene in front of them like it was the start of some godforsaken porno. 

“I—“ Jungkook wipes his lips in a hurry that are probably slick with spit. “I’m not.” 

Ryu doesn’t buy it, just continues staring down at him. 

“Fuck off. I’m going to bed.” 

When Jungkook moves, Ryu doesn’t drop it. 

“Be quiet when you jerk off to Kim later.” 

“You suck.”

“You wish you did. On his d—“

Jungkook blocks out his ears the whole way up and ignores how Ryu giggles loudly until he earns a slap from Jori that stirs awake from it, claiming it to be annoying and loud. Jungkook couldn’t agree more. 

The house has gone quiet when Jungkook lies under the warm covers, staring at the ceiling as if it’ll change the longer he stares it down. He doesn’t know why, but a part of him can’t sleep. 

It’s mostly because of Ryu’s words throughout the day, along with Taehyung’s annoying antics that got him wondering what if , and even debating if he should just allow Taehyung to shut him up with his cock.

But it’s mostly based on how dry and sad Jungkook’s sex life is. That’s how Ryu describes it every time they talk about sex. The last time Jungkook got laid was through Tinder and because of Ryu’s extraordinary skills in texting. 

That was seven months ago. 

Again, dry and sad .

Jungkook shuts his mind off, closing his eyes to permit himself to sleep but all he sees is Taehyung in front of him, his words whispering against Jungkook’s ears again like they’re being said for the very first time. 

Bet my cock could make you shut up . 

Imaginary Taehyung’s upper body is soaked, hair wet until it’s pulled back in that ridiculous snapback that never seems to leave his head and god, the fucking bulge. 

No. No.

Jungkook opens his eyes again, deciding that he’d rather lose five hours of sleep than close his eyes and see that again. 

He’s not caving in for Kim Taehyung. He knows he’s waiting for it, probably lying in bed with an arm tucked under his head, whistling slowly as his fingers tap on the exposed skin of his stomach like a ticking clock's rhythm for each passing second, until there’s a knock on his door by Jungkook.

Absolutely not.

Don’t cave in. Be strong. 

The image of Taehyung’s prominent bulge really doesn’t want to stop lingering in Jungkook’s head when he lets himself space out while staring at the ceiling again. 

Unconsciously, Jungkook licks his lips, and that’s when a certain devil lands on his shoulder, whispering sweet words.

Fuck it. 

Jungkook takes a deep breath, admitting defeat to the imaginary devil that, in reality, is just the horniness that’s been creeping up on him since Taehyung showcased his thigh tattoos. 

He’s doing it. No going back.

Thank god they’re neighbors because it would’ve made it even worse if Jungkook had to walk a few meters to reach the door. Now that’s desperation. And Jungkook isn’t desperate, no. He’s just… taking Taehyung up on the offer that he’d laid out. 

With a soft knock, Jungkook doesn’t think anymore because then Taehyung opens the door, smiling already as if he knew Jungkook would eventually stand here like a horny idiot.

“Jeon, to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

Jungkook steps closer, their lips grazing against each other by the action. “Make me shut up, Kim.”

With a harsh grip to his waist, he’s dragged inside his room, the door closing behind them when he’s pushed against it. Taehyung doesn’t waste a second, trailing his hot, wet mouth against his jawline. 

“You want my cock, Jeon?” 

Of course Taehyung is one to fucking talk. Jungkook doesn’t know if he’s able to handle it.

“If I say yes, will you just shut up?!” He’s frustrated, has every right to be because he’s just taken a big step and of course Taehyung finds it to be the perfect moment to drag it out. Have Jungkook tell him just how much he wants him. 

That’s not happening. Jungkook will make sure of it. 

“Maybe.” He responds, warm breath ghosting over his earlobe before Taehyung bites down softly. Jungkook refrains from moaning because of the sensation. 

He just wants to get fucked, not give in to whatever this dirty-talk bullshit is, because all it does in the end is feed Taehyung’s huge ego.

“I fucking hate you.” 

Taehyung grins against his skin, kissing his neck before moving back to meet him eye to eye. 

“Yeah. But you’re gonna love my cock.” Taehyung doesn’t wait for Jungkook to respond, grabbing him by the waistband instead so they can lay down on the bed and get to it. 

It’s rushed, frantic when they remove everything. Jungkook’s sweatpants and t-shirt joining the floor fast, meanwhile Taehyung is ready to go, already in boxers and that fucking snapback. 

“Fuck. So that’s where the infamous piercing is.” Taehyung watches the sparkle of the silver barbell under the moonlight as Jungkook moves towards him. 

“Shut up. Take that off.” Jungkook points to the snapback, but Taehyung only shakes his head.

“No, gonna fuck you in it.” Taehyung tugs on Jungkook’s boxers so that he falls down to join him on the mattress. 

It’s then that their cocks rub against each other and Jungkook really gets to feel just how big Taehyung is. 

“No—“ Jungkook bites down his bottom lip, refraining himself from moving. “No you’re not.” 

Taehyung bucks his hips, their tips pushing against each other so effortlessly, Jungkook’s grip tightens around the covers. He’s so fucking doomed.

“Yeah, I am.” He finalizes, rolling them so he’s on top of Jungkook now. “And we’re using the strawberry lube.”

“You’re— fuck. The worst.” Taehyung isn’t done moving against him, making it hard for Jungkook to keep his focus on answering like he usually does. Strict and precise. Now it’s blurred out with hisses and soft gasps that reach his lips. 

“Mhm.” Taehyung agrees as he presses his lips down onto Jungkook's collarbones, careful about marking him. They clearly don’t want this circulating in the friend group during their stay in the cabin. 

Also, it makes it ten times hotter that no one knows that Taehyung has Jungkook pinned down, of all people. 

It shouldn’t be surprising that Taehyung is able to do a lot more with his mouth than talk shit. His tongue traces everywhere, teeth biting down softly onto Jungkook’s pecs until his mouth closes down on the pierced nipple. 

Jungkook wishes he could see it, but he’s too busy trying to control himself from being louder than he is, covering his mouth with his fist, fingers in between his teeth.

“You’re dragging this out, Kim. Just— come on, shut me up.” Jungkook doesn’t want to return to his bedroom when the sun is rising above the trees. 

Taehyung chuckles against the metal, removing his mouth and looks up to meet Jungkook’s hooded gaze.

“So impatient .”

“I’m not.” 

Taehyung moves again, grinding down onto Jungkook’s cock and that’s when he feels the softness of his ass. 

“Say you want my cock, Jeon and it’s all yours.” 

Jungkook’s throat has gone dryHe licks his lips, firmly grabbing onto Taehyung’s thighs. Drags it out when he caresses them, still staring at Taehyung who’s waiting for an answer. 

Then, Jungkook holds on tight, bucks his hips, his clothed cock pushing directly against Taehyung’s frenulum. He catches the way Taehyung’s mouth drops in surprise and that’s when he decides to be really annoying. 

“You wish, Kim.” 

“Then leave.” He’s not even suggesting it, just laying it out as a possibility but Jungkook feels like he can’t just back out of it now. He’s come this far. He’s gonna get fucked. 

“Get the lube and stop fucking talking .” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes in exaggeration, does it regardless by getting up and Jungkook takes the time to take off his boxers. His cock is hard against his abdomen when they’re kicked off. 

Surprisingly, Taehyung doesn’t come back with the strawberry lube, but a normal one. Interesting. 

Jungkook debates whether or not to comment on it. 

Fuck it.

“What happened to the top tier strawberry lube?” 

Taehyung removes his boxers slowly when he answers him, eyes snaking down to catch Jungkook’s cock before returning to his face. 

“Knew you were gonna cave, big boy. Thank me later, hmm?” 

“You’re such a piece of shit, Kim.” Jungkook laughs until he allows himself to watch Taehyung’s cock, hard in his palm. 

And big. Yeah. Kim Taehyung is fucking hung. 

“Turn around, ass up.” 

“Ask nicely. What happened to your manners?” 

Instead of saying the magic word please , Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s hips with both hands, turning him around and causing him to arch his back with the way he pulls him back against him.

“Please .” 

Jungkook bites back a bitter word, not caring anymore. He just needs this. 

“My cock hasn’t even been inside you and you’re already shutting up.” Taehyung pecks the skin on his ass, biting down onto the flesh causing Jungkook to gasp.

“Kim.” It’s all he manages to say. Taehyung smiles against his skin, lips curled up and everything. Jungkook feels every inch of it. Doesn’t know if he wants to push into it or scold Taehyung for even smiling in the first place.

He does neither because he hears Taehyung open the bottle of lube that’s brand new. The lube he bought because he knew Jungkook would give in. It feels like a half compliment. Taehyung going out of his way to buy something he wouldn’t use himself but knowing Jungkook likes it, and therefore buying it. But then there’s the knowing part that shuts off the complimentary side of it. 

Jungkook doesn’t think further when he feels the pad of Taehyung’s fingers circulating around his rim. The bed dips behind him when Taehyung moves closer, trying to find the perfect position to finger Jungkook open. 

Breath stills in Jungkook’s throat when Taehyung inserts a finger. They’re longer than Jungkook’s own because there’s no way he’s gaining this much pleasure by a finger resting inside of him. But he is writhing from the touch the moment Taehyung’s finger curls inside him, searching for his prostate as he fingers him open.

“Fuck you’re so tight, Jeon.” Taehyung allows him to get accustomed to the feeling of having something inside of him again after so long, not that his own fingers haven’t found their way towards his entrance when he’s been touching himself under the shower once or twice.

The moment Taehyung locates his prostate, he knows this won’t end well. Slowly, while the pad of his finger is rubbing against it until it hardens, he pushes in another finger after slicking it up with enough lube. 

The sounds are wet when he pushes the fingers back and forth, the stretch getting to Jungkook. Thankfully he can bite down onto the covers rather than having to do it with his own fist. 

“Actually,” Taehyung takes out his fingers, and Jungkook turns around to ask why he did it, butTaehyung continues to talk as he traces his fingers in circles. “Kinda don’t like you shutting up on me. Want you to show me how good you feel.” 

“Yeah, good luck with tha— fuck!” Jungkook feels the wetness of Taehyung’s tongue on his rim. It surprises him so suddenly he finally lets out a decent moan since Taehyung got behind him, eyes back down onto the covers.

“Yeah that’s it.” Taehyung breathes out on his hole, diving back in, both hands holding his cheeks apart. 

Jungkook tries his best not to push into Taehyung’s tongue that manages to slide inside him easily. His lips pucker around it, as if he’s making out with it and Jungkook is thankful he’s not able to watch how Taehyung looks while his moving his mouth so fucking fast yet slow on him. 

“You—” Jungkook interrupts himself with a sudden gasp as Taehyung goes back to fingering him while the slide of his tongue never stops running in circles. 

“Not gonna fuck you until you tell me you want my cock, Jeon.” He warns, goes back to kissing and licking all over the area while Jungkook debates whether it’s worth confessing the words that Taehyung so desperately craves to hear.

He’s on the verge of doing it, but then he remembers. He doesn’t owe Kim Taehyung shit. 

“That… sucks for you because I would’ve—“ Jungkook tries to form it into words but it’s so hard when all he feels is pleasure building in his gut. “Let you come on my face.” 

Taehyung pauses when Jungkook's words sink in. He feels the heat of his mouth leave his hole, but the grip is still tight on his skin. 

“Fuck this.” 

Jungkook smiles against the covers, forehead still pressed hard against it and knowing he’s won when Taehyung rips apart the package for the condom behind him. 

More lube is added onto Taehyung’s cock when he gets the rubber on, and Jungkook arches better than when he was rimmed as the dip of the bed changes behind him whenTaehyung moves closer.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me one day, Jeon.” Taehyung puts a hand on his spine, keeping him still and Jungkook tilts his head, smirking when he catches the dark gaze from Taehyung.

“That’s the plan, Kim.”

No other words are said the moment Taehyung pushes in. Jungkook muffles the moan that slips past his lips from the stretch in the covers, biting down onto them. Taehyung’s grip tightens onto Jungkook’s skin when he bottoms out, breathing heavily as they take a moment.

Then Taehyung starts moving and yeah, his cock definitely makes Jungkook shut up because he can’t even let out a moan, his neck completely strained as pleasure keeps building in his gut. He’s so out of it and Taehyung has barely shown what he’s capable of. 

“You feel so—“ Taehyung tips his head back, overwhelmed by everything that’s happening himself. Jungkook almost grows addicted to the stretch, which is a big no in his book because this is just a one time thing. 

Fucking it out, the tension, the hatred. All of it.

And well, they certainly fuck it out. 

Taehyung is precise when he does it, holding all the right places as the pounding grows faster, the smacking sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. He allows Jungkook control too, letting him fuck himself on his cock, moving in an arch back and forth. It’s not as fast as Taehyung, but it feels just as good. 

The snapback never dares to leave Taehyung’s head and Jungkook makes the mistake of looking behind him when Taehyung is so focused on watching his cock disappear inside him and fuck . He looks so fucking good, Jungkook bites down on his lip in irritation. 

“Like what you see, Jeon?”

Jungkook removes his prying eyes, cheek pressed back onto the covers. 

“Maybe.” He manages to say before Taehyung picks up a brutal pace that only tells Jungkook one thing. He’s not going to last long. 

He’s lost all sense of time, or if they’re being loud enough for the others to hear. All he wants is to come. 

Jungkook doesn’t warn Taehyung when he moves a hand to wrap around himself, stroking it to fit it with the fast pace of Taehyung’s hips against him. 

“Yeah, touch yourself, fuck—“ 

The encouragement makes Jungkook groan into the sheets, each tug adding onto the pleasure along with the brush against his prostate by Taehyung’s cock. 

“Gonna—” Jungkook warns, not catching Taehyung’s response as his sole focus is on the stimulation he’s no longer in control of, resulting in a wild shake in his legs as he comes undone. Strings of come land beneath him and Taehyung slows down, pulling out when Jungkook regains his breath. He hears Taehyung tear off the condom and that’s when he speaks again. 

“Turn around. Wanna see your face.” 

Jungkook doesn’t waste another second, pushing himself up and turns around, on his knees still, face planted right by Taehyung’s cock. He strokes it fast and hard, Jungkook wanting to put his mouth on it but he’s unable to make up his mind, and before he knows it, Taehyung curses a few times, come landing right on Jungkook’s cheek and neck.

Instead, he pecks the tip, tasting the come that’s still coating it before dragging the pad of his fingers up the shaft, accumulating what spilled over and dragging it to his mouth.

He sucks his fingers clean while Taehyung watches him with a parted mouth, removing his hand from his cock that’s starting to soften. 

“You’re filthy, Jeon.”

“Thanks for shutting me up, Kim.” 

“My pleasure.” He removes the snapback finally, letting his damp hair fall out in pretty waves, curling against his forehead.

“Do you have some sort of kink with that?” Jungkook asks out of pure curiosity, wondering why he waited until they were done fucking to take it off. 

“Are you willing to beg for that answer?” 

Jungkook scoffs. “No.” 

He gets back on his feet, ignoring the slight shake in his thighs. Instead he grabs the remains of his clothing, putting it on while Taehyung lies back down onto the gross sheets.

“Goodnight, Jeon.” 

Jungkook rolls his eyes, flipping a middle finger in his direction before closing the door behind him. 

Well, they still hate each other but at least they fucked it out. 

Progress.

#taekook #taekook fanfic #taekook fic #jungkook x taehyung #taekook smut

[taetaevk94]

WANT YOU BACK

Taehyung and Jungkook had been in a relationship since they were 16.Same goes for Yoongi and Jimin.But what happens when Jimin and Jungkook suddenly find their partners boring and break their respective bfs and start dating?

Tags: 》Angst 》Angsttt 》Angstttttt Don't worry..Taekook and Yoonmin happy ending.

MAJORS Taehyung:Photography major Jungkook:Sports major Jimin:Sports major Yoongi:Music Major Their relationships are switch and the smut might come eventually but predominantly it will be filled with angst. There will be time skips but not cheating.

CHAPTER-1

Remember how we met when we were in high school?” Taehyung said with a smile as he closed his eyes and remembered that time. If his eyes were open he would have seen how his boyfriend Jungkook rolled his eyes and sent a message to Jimin.

"Kookie,What happened?",Taehyung asked when he felt Jungkook's hand slipping away from his head where he was running his fingers through his hair. "Nothing Tae.I am tired and I have class tomorrow as well as practice.Let's sleep."Jungkook said and laid down on the bed.

Taehyung did not know what happened but he felt like Jungkook was distancing himself from him for some months. He had asked subtly but everytime he mentioned that Kook would just say some reason like studies,sports,fight with friends and sleep. He does not even cuddle nowadays.

It was the next day morning when he had just entered the class room when the professor handed him an envelope.He opened it slowly and felt elated that he was one of the few that had gotten selected to participate in the 2 years abroad photography course.

The professor and their classmates congratulated him since he was the only one selected from their college. "Congratulations Taehyung. I hope you learn well and bring laurels to our college more and more” His professor said and Taehyung nodded rapidly with happy tears.

Taehyung almost ran away from the classroom after thanking each and everyone .He and Jungkook had already planned it.When he goes to the course in Paris,Jungkook would also join the hockey team there. Their parents had accepted them long back & Jungkook had recieved his letter.

It was almost like he was God's favourite child since he was surrounded by only those people who love him and who he loves. It started raining but Taehyung ran from his department to the hockey practise ground.He had already messaged in GC that he is coming with a good news.

What surprised him was he saw Yoongi,Jungkook and Jimin together. He walked slowly over to them but it seemed that they didn’t notice him because it looked like they were fighting until he saw Jungkook grabbing Jimin’s hand and holding it while pushing Yoongi away.

Taehyung stood in front of the sports room and listened in on their conversation . Why did he feel uncomfortable like he was eavesdropping on an important moment? Maybe he was. Maybe he should help Yoongi hyung who was still on the ground and whose eyes were filled with tears.

"I don’t love him Jimin. You know this. I’ve told you this so many times. I love you Jimin. Every morning when I wake up next to him, I always wish that it was you. I cannot even touch him nowadays."Jungkook said loudly and what he saw next made his heart crack.

"Same here Jungkook.I cannot even look at him without thinking like I am cheating on you.I broke up with Yoongi,you better break up with Taehyung since you were the one who proposed me.Don't leave me.",Jimin said and hugged him tightly and Taehyung made a strangled noise.

All 3 were too engrossed to notice that Taehyung was crying now since Yoongi was also in the same situation as Taehyung now. He never expected Jimin to hate him like this.He did not even understand why Jimin dislikes him now. Both of them used to treat Kook as their little bro.

Taehyung felt like he was going to puke seeing how Jimin and Jungkook did not even notice him and Yoongi crying and were busily hugging each other. He could have helped Yoongi if he himself was not wiping his tears away furiously. Did they not even consider him and Yoongi now??

The boys still didn’t notice him until he coughed loudly to get their attention. Jungkook turned around and looked at Taehyung and the older male swears that he saw a look of disgust in his eyes on seeing him. Has Jungkook been hating him these many months???

His mouth opened but closed quickly. What was there to say? His boyfriend was cheating on him but not with some whore but with his best friend. The man he would lay his life down for was sleeping with the love of his life and cheating on his lover too.

What do you want Taehyung?” Jungkook said in a malicious tone that had Taehyung shaking or maybe it was the cold from the rain. He looked at Jimin who was not even looking at him and then his eyes found Yoongi whose eyes reflected the same sadness.

"Fine if you won’t talk I will. You. God what isn’t wrong with you? You live in the past. You won’t change. You always bring up times from the past and if you aren’t doing that, you are focused on your pictures. What the fuck about me?

You know how many times I cried to Jimin about you and how I felt useless to you. Are you even surprised that me and him are together. At least he knows how to change for the better and not stay the same for years !” Jungkook yelled at Taehyung who stood their shocked.

Was this how he really felt? His grip on the letter tightened before he turned away.

CHAPTER-2

It had been a week since he came to Paris and it had actually made him cheer up. Yoongi hyung had also accompanied him there since he did not want to be there alone seeing his lover dating his best friend or ex best friend.

Their parents were shocked since all the 4 parents were ready to get them married in a few years and they had even scolded Jimin and Jungkoom for hurting their boyfriends. But,both Taehyung and Yoongi had insisted not to scold them and their parents left it.

Taehyung came to know that Jungkook had already declined the offer from Paris since he had wanted to be with Jimin in Seoul. It was expected but it still hurt him and Yoongi. Yoongi who was already famous due to his talent bagged a music course from Paris at the last minute.

Yoongi and Taehyung were not actually friends.They were mere acquaintances since Taehyung was Jimin's friend and Yoongi was Jungkook's. They did not even expect their boyfriends to be that close and break up with them so that they can date each other.

It was one night when Taehyung had went to the balcony and sat down with the bear plushie on his lap. Jungkook had given to him on his 17th birthday and he had treasured it so much till today. "Do you miss me Jungkook as I miss you?",Taehyung asked in a quiet voice.

"Do you still think about me?Because I do.Whenever I see spicy food,i get reminded of how you eat it and give me less spicy food.Whenever I see a pillow I miss hugging you.Whenever I photograph something I remember your bright smile and the galaxies in your eyes.I am happy that you are happy Jungkookie even if it's with my best friend.Maybe I deserve it for living in the past and not taking care of you.", Taehyung said and sobbed loudly while pushing his face into the plushie more to muffle his sobs. He did not want to wake Yoongi.

"They don't deserve us Tae.",The deep voice of Yoongi made him turn back to see Yoongi sitting near him cross legged. "Hyung aren't you hurt?",Tae asked him with tears in his eyes. "They did not love us Tae,especially you.",Yoongi said and wiped my tears away from my cheeks.

"You three were best friends before I started dating Jimin in college.I remember Jungkook and Jimin fighting for your time and having matches to decide who will drop you and pick you up daily. Leave relationships,they did not behave as good friends with you.",Yoongi said.

"Maybe I was the problem hyung,because of me you also lost Jimin.",Taehyung started crying again while hugging the plushie tightly. He is strong during the day but during the night the memories haunt him and he is almost sleepless every night.

"Taehyung,stop crying.Even if you had not done anything,they would have broken up.They were bored of us.We will find good relationships in the future ,better,we don't need any relationship to be happy.",Yoongi said and took the plushie from me.

"First we will throw away whatever reminds us of them.",Yoongi said and shushed Tae when he was about to speak. "You are going to say your heart,aren't you?",Yoongi said while Taehyung looked at him sheepishly. "I know that you are cheesy but not today",Yoongi smiled at Tae.

Yoongi almost removed all the gifts from Jungkook in Taehyung's room and placed it in his room and threw it away the next day. Not like he was strong because Taehyung was the one who helped him to throw away all the gifts and memories from Jimin.

Both were not strong alone but became the strength for each other. If Taehyung cries one night,Yoongi simply listens to him. If Yoongi is sad,Taehyung plays the piano intentionally wrong to make him laugh. They were neither lovers nor best friends,they were each other's strength.

CHAPTER-3

3 YEARS LATER "Taehyunga,where is your hyung?", Hoseok came storming to Taehyung's office while Yoongi was hiding under the table and shushing Tae who was trying to control his laugh. "He is under the table isn't he???",Hoseok smirked and went to the other side of the table.

"Hobi I can explain baby,I was just talking with Taehyung regarding your idea of changing my office layout.",Yoongi said while giving his gummy smile to Hobi who was glaring at him. Taehyung simply escaped from his office leaving them alone since he was the boss of the company.

Both of them had declined to succeed their parent's company since it meant going back to Seoul which they didn't want at anytime. They worked hard in their respective courses and achieved in opening their own companies.

Their siblings had succeeded their parent's company while they opened theirs here. Taehyung's Picture Perfect was a photography college for which he was the chairman while Yoongi's New Hope Pianos was a partnership with Hoseok.

They had met the trio Namjoon,Jin and Hoseok who were in a relationship with each other while they were doing their courses. Hoseok was like a mother hen with Yoongi while Jin was the encouraging hyung for Taehyung.

Some days he still missed both Jimin and Jungkook but it had lessened nowadays. He didn't try to be in any relationship and avoided it by saying that he was dating Yoongi and Yoongi was doing the same thing to avoid getting into relationships.

They had intentionally spread the rumour of fake dating each other since they did not want to be in a relationship with anyone and wanted to focus on their companies. Only the dating trio knew the truth but they helped them hide the truth when they came to know about it.

He was lost in his thoughts while walking that he was already standing near the gate. His was not a multimillionaire business but he still proud of himself that whatever he achieved today was because of his hard work and his hyungs.

"Taehyungaaa,Let's run away.Hoseokiee will kill me.",Yoongi came running to Taehyung while he was lost in his thoughts. He dragged Taehyung to his car and pushed him inside and started it immediately. "Hyung,what happened?",Taehyung asked him with a questioning face.

"HE WANTS TO PAINT MY ROOM",Yoongi screeched which made Taehyung laugh loudly. "Don't laugh. You know how I feel about my workspace. I cannot tolerate anyone touching or changing it.",Yoongi said with a pout on his face which made him laugh harder.

"Hyunggggg,you can work in our room till it's redecorated.I will personally look into it.",Taehyung said and pinched Yoongi's cheeks which made him frown and think deeply. "You are a genius Taehyung but will Hoseok accept?",He asked with a pout on his face.

" I will speak with Jin",Taehyung said and winked at him which made him cackle. "You are a flirt Tae.Too bad I am your hyung.",Yoongi said while they were moving into the parking. "But we are dating aren't we?",Taehyung said and winked exaggeratedly which made Yoongi laugh harder

They moved into the lift of the penthouse while still cackling when Yoongi pressed the number 4. "I hope Jera is not there when we reach our floor,else I have to act cosy with you again.",Taehyung said and made a gagging action. "Heyyy,Did you gag thinking about her or me?"

"Of course for you hyung",Tae said and laughed harder which made Yoongi pout now. The doors opened and to their horror both Jera and her sister Nuri were there.Jera hit on Tae while Nuri was trying her luck with Yoongi.

They even said they were In a relationship which made the sisters try harder.Nuri even suggested foursome which made Yoongi gag and Taehyung laugh at him. On seeing the sisters,Yoongi and Taehyung pressed themselves against each other while laughing inside.

Taehyung moved faster and pushed Yoongi inside their penthouse before entering it and locked it. Both of them laughed at each other when Taehyung remembered that their house was already open.He immediately put Yoongi behind him,between him and the wall.

He shushed him when Yoongi kept on asking about his sudden mood change. He switched on the lights immediately and was shocked to see the two persons whom he never wanted to meet in his life. 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣

#taekook #bts au fanfic #bts au #bts aus #taekook au #yoonmin #taegi

[borathae]

OKAY BUT SIBI….ARE WE EVER GETTING SA!TAEKOOK SMUT. WE EVENTUALLY NEED ANGRY SEX AND A FLUFFY TRUCE BETWEEN THEM. IS THIS GONNA HAPPEN IN MV? WAS THAT A HINT IN DEEP? i need to know 🥴

It was perhaps a hint 👀

#asks: sanguis alpha #anon #asks

[soperatic]

seven minutes (in hell) with you

pairing: kim taehyung and jeon jungkook

tags: childhood friends to enemies to lovers, inspired by gossip girl, tennis player kim taehyung, swimmer jeon jungkook, rich taekook, , fake dating, mutual pining, slow burn, explicit smut, top jeon jungkook, bottom kim taehyung, eventual fluff, light dom/sub.

synopsis: years after a painful split, taehyung finds his ex-best friend, jeon jeongguk, hiding in a closet during a party from a particularly nasty ex-boyfriend. despite their bickering, he manages to cook up a plan that'll help them both and, just maybe, bring them back together.

a/n: finally started moving my works to tumblr! it'll be a work in progress since i have like twelve fics to bring over here but starting off with my newest baby! :))

this is the masterlist where you'll find all of the chapters

chapters

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

#bts #taekook #taekookfanfic

[sue-bts]

How to Destroy Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook 

Genre: Eventual Smut/Slow Burn/Highschool AU

Words: 4,821

Summary: Taehyung usually isn't up to much, but Senior year brings about serges of boredom. So, Jimin devises a plan to mess with High School's baddest boy Jeon Jungkook. And Taehyung has to go along with it.

But a two day field trip could ruin it all.

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Freshman year, for most sane people, is a nightmare. Taehyung’s experience with it was no exception. He sat with his ankles curled in on each other during his first period on his first day of school. Usually, he’d whip out a sketchbook to lazily draw, but he was antsy and didn’t know how strict the teacher would be with the class. The bell hadn’t rung yet, Taehyung was five (agonizing) minutes early. The teacher-later revealed to go by Mr. Min-was casually scrolling his computer, not even glancing at his new freshman class. Taehyung was unaware of his ease, thinking every shift in his desk would alarm the teacher and certainly have him kicked out of school on the first day.

Jungkook was different-well, Taehyung didn’t know his name was Jungkook yet. As the bell finally began to charm, signaling Taehyung’s waiting period to be over, the black haired boy marched into class. He rode the sound of the bell like a pro, like it beckoned him into class. Already eyes were drawn to him, his ease, his stroll. It’s hard to resist people like that, they do what everyone else envisions their ideal self to act like. Taehyung forced himself not to watch the other boy, he wanted to be the one kid who didn’t care, not admit to being an admirer. But he felt the pull to look back up, to trail after the boy’s figure. From the corner of his eye he could see the sweep of black hair, his arms shrugging off his backpack, his dramatic fall into his desk, the boisterous sound of he and his friends exchanging pleasantries. Finally the bell faded out and the class was met with silence. Maybe for a split second there was silence. And then there was Jungkook.

He was obnoxious. Taehyung saw how the teacher already regarded the boy. Eying him up, the lines in the teacher’s face emphasizing his disdain with the boy. Roll call revealed the class clown’s name to be Jeon Jungkook. Many eyelashes batted in the direction of the name, girls were already writing their names with his last name, practicing the sound of the name as it rolled off their tongues. “This is my boyfriend… Jeon Jungkook,” “Oh, last night? It’s so embarrassing…I hooked up with Jeon Jungkook! Can you imagine that?!”

No ones eye’s batted when Kim Taehyung’s name was called, he raised a mild hand up from his scratch paper and the teacher hardly even raised his eyes from his list. Taehyung already felt a tinge of disdain in his stomach for the black haired boy-correction: Jeon Jungkook. Just his name sounded pretentious. But Taehyung couldn’t resist constantly sneaking a peek over at him. He was across the class from Taehyung, at a diagonal, in the perfect position for viewing. And Taehyung, despite his reserves, his morals, always took advantage of this seating arrangement perk.

The moments he lived for were when Jungkook’s eyes would travel and they’d flutter past Taehyung’s gaze, but sometimes they’d catch. The stare would linger, Taehyung looking away, a blush covering his cheeks and his fingers pausing from whatever writing or drawing he was in the midst of. Jungkook’s eyes would always wander away as quickly as they’d come across Taehyung. Maybe it was just a random glance, class was boring and eyes easily wander about. Those moments were chaste, but for the rest of Freshman year Taehyung always longed for them to be more frequent, and for much longer durations.  

The glitch in the Matrix-which was Jungkook-did not disrupt Taehyung’s Sophomore or Junior year. Taehyung thought of him as “a glitch in the Matrix” because normal life would be proceeding day to day, and then on a random occasion, Jungkook would once again appear.

Taehyung, not having a class with him anymore, was able to turn a blind eye to the rowdy boy’s antics as he terrorized the campus. Jungkook was always up to something, running around in spring on the quad, wearing little puffy shorts to flaunt his athletic calves. And in winter he’d be tucked away under large jackets and black bucket hats, never walking down stairs but riding the railing, a gaggle of girls following after.

Taehyung would let himself observe, it was like a zoo, a large lion performing a mating dance every day to a different admirer. Taehyung appreciated the distance though, not having a class with Jungkook meant he could easily scurry away before getting anywhere close to the black haired boy. He feared Jungkook to the extent one would fear a vat of poison. Definitely not because of Jungkook’s sharp features, broad shoulders and the way his body was slouched with ease. Taehyung was intimidated in how Jungkook would sit on top of tables in the cafeteria, throwing food at his friends, and during passing period he’d be standing on benches and then jumping onto his friends shoulders, running around like that until yard duty would stop them. Taehyung was content with his Jungkook-free lifestyle, it was quiet and his focus wasn’t interrupted by pretty boys with lazy behavior.

Taehyung’s Jungkook-free lifestyle was ruined when he walked into his English class, Senior year, 6th period, and instantly met eyes with the very boy was he content in never speaking to again

Of course. Taehyung’s luck was just that good.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset by this, you literally have spoken to him like… once? Twice?” Jimin says, veering the car as they head off campus for lunch the next day.

Taehyung winces at Jimin’s driving skills, the wheel continuously driving over the many orange traffic bumps.

“It’s not about me talking to him, Jimin,” Taehyung starts, his face contorted with disgust, “It’s like… I don’t know, his presence annoys me.”

Jimin rolls his eyes with a huff. “Bullshit, more like his looks annoy you.”

Taehyung really wants to punch Jimin’s arm for that comment, sadly Jimin is the one driving and Taehyung is too much of a wimp to commit to that.

“I’ll admit it, I’m one of Jungkook’s many admirers, but I’m of the group of guys who wants to be him, not fuck him.”

Jimin lets out an exasperated huff, his eyes squinting at the road

“Can’t say the same for you though,” Taehyung says, laughing, watching Jimin’s face contort with a sly grin and blush.

“Oh shut up,” Jimin scrunches his nose in the direction of Tae in the passenger seat. “Jungkook is way too much of a whore for me to go after, the whole school can agree his dick has been everywhere.”

“Not everywhere, Jiminie…” Taehyung giggles as they pull up to their favorite taco truck. Jimin does not play along with Taehyung’s grotesque antics. He twists his keys so the car sputters to a quiet, spinning in his seat to face Taehyung head on.

“I think you should give Jungkook a chance, I’ve heard he’s calmed down a lot, I mean it’s senior year, I think everyone has,” Jimin says.

Taehyung wants to agree with his friend, but he can’t drop how irritated he gets by Jungkook’s presence. “I swear Jimin, honest to god, I want to believe you…”

Jimin throws back his head and rolls his eyes, “Agh! Tae! When have I ever been wrong when it comes to guy troubles?!”

They get out of the car and shut the doors almost in unison. Taehyung laughs at Jimin’s question, “Actually, I can recall so many times you’ve been wrong.”

Jimin does a motion with his hand to disregard whatever Taehyung said as they walk towards the truck.

“The point is, I don’t think Jungkook is half bad. I saw him at a party a few weeks ago and he was helping a lot of really drunk people to not throw up all over themselves.”

“Jimin… my appetite…” Taehyung whines, dramatically leaning back and forth like he’s going to be sick.

“Maybe he’s just rowdy in class to get your attention Tae Tae, maybe he’s secretly in love with your little artsy ass,” Jimin muses, his cheeks puffing with a smile. Taehyung wishes he already had his burrito so he could throw it at Jimin’s face.

“Yeah, sure, because I love when boy’s are loud as fuck in class and never sit still.”

“I think my little Tae is in love!!!” Jimin cries out, his high pitch voice alerting some other people’s attention in line. Taehyung looks around in distress with Jimin’s loud proclamation.

“I’m starting to hate you as much as I hate ‘Jeon Jungkook,’” Taehyung says, his low voice a husky whisper until he raises his pitch to say Jungkook’s name, mocking girl’s voices who constantly yell out the name any chance they get.

Jimin is used to ignoring Taehyung though, just smiling back at his friend, “You are going to have so much fun in 6th period, I can’t wait!”

Taehyung curses Jimin when he shows up to his 6th period, burrito in hand, 5 minutes late. The class is nearly dead silent and Mr. Kim looks up from his desktop when he hears the door abruptly slam behind Taehyung. Taehyung noticeably cringes with the noise, everyone turning to look at him when they hear the sudden noice.

“I had people sit where they want today so I could make a seating chart for the year. There’s one seat left so you can take that one,” Mr. Kim says, unapologetically, hardly caring enough to look at Taehyung directly. Mr. Kim doesn’t realize how much pain he is currently inflicting of Taehyung’s body, Taehyung scans the room for the empty desk only to see that it is beside Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.

He should’ve stayed at the fucking taco truck. Taehyung is too done with high school to have to deal with this shit. But he manages to gain control of his limbs and muster the effort to walk over to his empty desk. It’s like walking towards his own execution, the chair daunting and the metal of it cold. Jungkook doesn’t even look up, doesn’t acknowledge that the seat beside him is the one vacant. His dark hair just swoops over his eyes and his shoulders turn away from Taehyung to begin chatting with his friends to his left. Mr. Kim finally stands from his computer and shushes them as he begins the day’s lesson.

Thus begins Day 1 (of sitting next to Jungkook).

“I’m assuming everyone read chapters 8 through eleven last night. So, turn to your seating partner and discuss it for a few minutes, then I’ll hand out the prompt, and on one sheet of paper write down a cohesive response. It’s due by the end of the period,” Mr. Kim says, passing out the prompt paper to the different rows of students.

Taehyung feels a rush of relief with this and turns to his right, face to face with a random girl.

“You’re not my partner,” she says with a little smirk, “he is,” and she points to Jungkook to Taehyung’s left. Taehyung’s stomach drops, how lucky is he?!

“Oh…” Taehyung audibly sighs, slowly pivoting his body to an angle to face Jungkook, but the other boy hardly looks up from his paper. Taehyung scans the paper, it’s still blank, there’s really nothing for Junkgook to be so focused on.

“Uh… so… I did the reading… and I thought the chapters really had a lot to do with religion… and loss of… innocence…?” Taehyung slowly drawls out, words light on his tongue so as not to embarrass him if they end up being wrong interpretations. Jungkook does a small nod but still doesn’t meet Taehyung’s eyes. Taehyung gives up with his efforts, making sure to give a large uhmf as he spins in his chair to sit normally. That catches Jungkook’s attention and the boy looks up with a small smile creeping along his featuers. Taehyung tries not to pay notice to the boy’s change in attitude, not wanting to instantly forgive him after being so ignored just before.

“Wait-what’s your name?” Jungkook asks, his voice casual and at ease. Taehyung, on the other hand, is rigid. He wants to grab for his sketchbook and quickly scribble with his lead pressed as hard to the paper as he can before snapping it. He doesn’t know how such a simple question can have him so riled. Maybe it’s in Jungkook’s tone, or how he doesn’t change his posture to even show if he wants an answer.

“Taehyung.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve had a class with you before,” Jungkook says, and his eyes drop from Taehyung to look back at his empty paper. The conversation ends with that. Taehyung doesn’t even try to correct Jungkook and mention their freshman year class. Taehyung was silent that entire year, he doesn’t really expect Jungkook to have noticed him.

“Are you guys going to get started on the assignment?” Mr. Kim asks, interrupting Taehyung’s train of thought. Mr. Kim also has a way about him of nonchalantness, asking a question and already moving on before really getting an answer. He says these things to maintain order in the class, but his eyes never take in the empty sheet. Taehyung grunts a response, something like, oh we’re still thinking about it, but his mind is still hung up on Jungkook.

“I didn’t read,” Jungkook deadpans, dropping his pencil from his hand onto the desk and promptly grabbing his phone and earbuds from his backpack. Taehyung lets out a deep exhale through his nose, his nostrils puffing, and slides the blank paper and prompt sheet onto his desk. It doesn’t seem Jungkook is even apologetic about it either, putting in his ear buds, concealed by the hoodie he pulls over his hair.

“Thanks man,” he mumbles as he fully reclines into his desk and his eyes shut. Taehyung is nearly dumbfounded by Jungkook’s behavior, just watching the other boy in his blissed out state before finally turning his attention back to the assignment.

What. An. Asshole.

Later that night Taehyung tries to convey the story to Jimin over the phone, but Jimin seems to be an avid Jungkook supporter.

“I get it Tae, he’s popular, he’s attractive, and he uses that so he doesn’t have to do his own work… it’s horrible,” Jimin sighs, his voice small and sweet over the phone. Taehyung huffs, wanting it to be more complicated than it is.

“I don’t think he’s attractive!” He blurts, sounding defiant and silly.

“Oh c’mon now Tae, don’t flatter yourself. I think the entire student body at our school can agree he’s attractive.”

“Well, I just don’t see it. And second of all, even if he was, it’s just his whole demeanor that annoys the crap out of me. He doesn’t even notice my existence next to him.”

Jimin is quiet for a little while over the phone and then a small giggle escapes him. “You should make him notice you!” Jimin exclaims.

Taehyung is already rolling his eyes at Jimin’s antics, but still quieting over the phone to prepare for Jimin’s instructions. Teahyung would usually play into Jimin’s little games, smiling wide and finding it all very exhilarating, but with the thought of Jungkook on his mind, Taehyung is very serious about the issue at hand.

“You should try to act out like he does, be a class clown, don’t help him with partner assignments, act as laid back and fuckboy-ish as possible,” Jimin snickers. He speaks in almost a whisper, the idea so exciting to him he feels he must hush his voice.

Taehyung lets out a sharp laugh, “I do want to pass high school, Jimin.”

Jimin huffs, “you can pass and still act like you don’t have a stick up your ass all the time.”

Taehyung is mildly offended by the comment but lets it slide. “I guess it could be interesting…” Taehyung finds himself mumbling into the phone. He wants to take the words back but Jimin already latches on with a sheer giggle, followed by a trail of fast words spilling out of him.

“See?! Just do your homework in secret and act like an idiot when you’re around Jungkook, it’s perfect! Ugh! Tae! This is going to be so good! You’re going to beat Jungkook at his own game. You’re going to out fuckboy the fuckboy!”

Taehyung can practically picture how Jimin’s nose must be scrunching up while he laughs at the other end of the phone. He likes how excited Jimin gets about his mischievous plans, and that excitement carries over to Taehyung, lifting his mild expression to that of slightly pleased with himself.

Hopefully the plan will work and he won’t just end up looking like a complete try-hard at being a not-try-hard. Despite the little flutters of nervousness in the pit of his stomach, at least he’s actually looking forward to 6th period tomorrow.  

The next day, Taehyung pauses before automatically going for his usual sense of style. He reconsiders, eyeing up his closet, and thinks of what a more laid back fuckboy might wear. Usually Taehyung opts for a chic look, loose fitting jackets over a graphic tee (also loose), and then a set of…loose pants. He really likes loose fitting clothes with a pair of converse or slides, then maybe a hat to top off the look. He gets complements all the time on how he dresses, but he doesn’t dress like the lacrosse star Jeon Jungkook. This is who he must channel from now own.

The way Jungkook dresses reminds Taehyung of middle school, athletic shorts and a Patagonia long-sleeve. Taehyung goes to his dresser and reaches farther into it than he has in probably years. His hands finally land on a plain long-sleeve with a random brand’s logo and then some tight fitting light wash skinny jeans. Taehyung feels he morphed into a different person in the span of a few minutes, completely disgusted by his mirror’s reflection.

When Jimin sees him for the first time Jimin practically screams. He does do a few little jumps/skips though (which might be worse than if he’d just screamed).

“Taehyung! I did not know you even owned stuff like that,” Jimin says, snickering, landing a punch to Taehyung’s shoulder.

Taehyung wants to laugh but he just rolls his eyes, “I feel naked Jimin, this outfit is absurd.”

“But you do look like every other straight guy at this school, you’ll definitely have Jungkook fooled.”

“Ok so… how long are we going to keep this going?” Taehyung asks, a desperateness to his voice as he looks down at his body. It looks like his head is attached to a completely new person. His shoulders fill out the shirt almost too well, he must have bought the at least 5 years ago when he was a much smaller Taehyung.

“Y’know what our game-plan should be?” Jimin asks.

“I literally don’t, that’s why I asked.”

Jimin laughs, “Oh right. Ok, this is what should happen: You have a month to make Jungkook your friend, if you guys go to a party together, like as two friends going together, you’ll have won and you can stop dressing like that.”

Taehyung wants to strip from these tight fitting clothes the second he hears what Jimin says. “What?! That’s so extreme. Jungkook is so popular, even if we were class friends he won’t hangout with me outside of school.”

Jimin shrugs, “You know how I’m the teacher’s aid in your english class…”

Taehyung dramatically leans back, letting out a large groan, “Jimin, you are literally the worst and I don’t even know what you’re about to say.”

Jimin smiles, “Your english class is going on a field trip in one month and I’m in charge of randomly pairing people to stay in the same hotel room.”

Taehyung’s heart lurches from his chest, he wants to smack Jimin in the face, but he can’t help but stand there without movement and let Jimin continue to unravel his evil plan.

“If you don’t follow through with the plan… I can pair you two lovebirds up in the same room for 2 nights.”

Taehyung was expecting this kind of thing from Jimin, Jimin is always up to stuff like this. In 6th grade Jimin somehow managed to have a joint birthday party with his crush and this resulted in a wonderful photo collage of them cutting the cake together, dancing, everything mirroring a wedding photo book. Jimin has always been devious like that. Taehyung doesn’t know how, but Jimin always finds a way to get exactly what he wants, it’s probably the smile, his little crescent eyed smile.

“Ok Tae Tae… you know I’m your friend,” Jimin says sweetly, “I won’t actually hold you to any of this if you don’t want to… but it’s senior year! I need something to root for because it’d be so entertaining if you actually tried this out.”

“Jimin-” Taehyung tries to start.

“And once this is over and you win at Jungkook being our friend, maybe you can come up with a funny challenge for me and I’ll do it!”

“Jimin. Just listen to me for a second. I’ll do it. But if I win the challenge and get Jungkook to go with me to a party, you owe me like… a lot of money.”

Jimin smiles, knowing how disposable his income is, and juts his hand out to Taehyung. Taehyung with an annoyed sigh-that does have a pitch of endearment to it-meets Jimin’s and they shake on their plan.

Jungkook is doomed, (in a fun way).

Taehyung is, of course, on time for his 6th period class. He manages to hold a to-go box from lunch, a drink sweating with condensation, and his phone, somehow squished between two fingers. He wishes he could go into class and set all this stuff down with time to spare-as he would normally do-but instead he waits until the bell begins to ring and turns from his hidden corner and begins to walk to class. Jungkook is actually ahead of him and holds the door for Taehyung as they make it in before the bell fades out. Mr. Kim does a wave of his hand to acknowledge that they weren’t “actually” late as they find their seats.

Day 2 (of sitting next to Jungkook). 

“So much traffic,” Taehyung mumbles, already trying out his new persona, voice languid and his posture at ease. Jungkook still hardly returns Taehyung’s attention.

“Tell me about it,” he grunts in response. At least Taehyung got a response, that’s a development.  

Taehyung doesn’t try to continue the conversation though, he opens up his to-go box and begins to nibble at the remains. While Taehyung makes himself busy with his food, he uses his peripheral vision to eye up Jungkook as much as he can. Jungkook is dressed very similar to Taehyung, a white t-shirt on, paired with black shorts and some sneakers. The black and white color palette isn’t really Taehyung’s forte-as he usually goes for a beige or monochrome color scheme-but he admits that Jungkook pulls off the simple shades. Jungkook’s black hair goes well with his often black outfits, and the white t-shirt not only contrasts the large amount of black in his pallet, but also doesn’t drown out his skin tone, he’s tan from all his time on the field. The skin that is revealed, most of his arms, most of his legs, his neck, it’s all a warm honey color that would probably taste sweet under the tongue-

Taehyung tries not to get caught actually eyeing up Jungkook. And also not lost in his thoughts. They were definitely spiraling.

Jungkook turns to his friends and makes a comment about whatever assignment they’re in the midst of working on in a different class, Taehyung tilts a head and listens in on what subject they’re discussing.

“Has anyone done the Calc homework?” one of the girls in the group asks. Jungkook groans, finally a noise from him louder than his usual sighs and mumbles.

“Literally no one has, I have no idea who to get it from,” another girl answers.

“The group chat hasn’t been answering either, I think they’re sick of us asking,” one of the guys adds, with a laugh that negates all his previous words.

Taehyung has done the calc homework. But that isn’t part of his new persona. His new persona would ask for it from the group chat and if that didn’t work he’d simply not do it. So that becomes Taehyung’s advice.

“I heard it’s worth like no points,” Taehyung chimes in. Heads turn to look past Jungkook to where Taehyung sits. “I’m not gonna do it and I heard a lot of people aren’t.”

“Really?” The first girl asks, her face turning from concern to a proud smirk. “See guys, Taehyung isn’t stressing so I’m sure we don’t have to be either.”

Taehyung really doesn’t like how she said his name like that, it ruins his persona that he invented today. This new Taehyung is not the voice of reason when it comes to homework. New Taehyung didn’t hear about there even beinghomework until after it was due.

“Dude, I do the homework to get points so I don’t have to do good on every test, you don’t have to worry about that cause you do good on the tests,” Jungkook says. He turns his attention to Taehyung and Taehyung swears this might be the first time they’ve had a face to face conversation throughout the span of high school. But what Jungkook said isn’t a very strong starting point for Taehyung’s plan for achieving friendship. Jungkook’s words are sharp and Taehyung wishes he could just roll his eyes and ignore Jungkook as he would normally do. Taehyung tries to play it cool though, scoffing at Jungkook’s comment and slouching farther into his seat.

“She doesn’t actually look at what we write on the paper for homework, just scribble down some numbers and you’ll get full credit if you really care.”

Jungkook raises a brow and turns back to his friends with his shoulders raised.

“I mean, we’re only like 2 days into the school year, she might be an easy homework grader,” Jungkook says, his words instantly encouraging the rest of the group to agree.

One of Jungkook’s friends, Jung Hoseok, leans forward from his seat and outstretches his arm to Taehyung, “Dab me up bro, you’re a real one,” he says, fist bumping Taehyung who obliges with a mild smile. “Did you have a senior friend last year who told you how she grades?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung responds, dropping his arm from the fist bump and letting his arm slouch onto the back of Jungkook’s seat. Jungkook obviously feels the brush of Taehyung’s arm as it glides from his seat and back to Tae’s lap, and Jungkook’s body tenses with the sensation. Undetected from the rest of the group, Jungkook’s eyes dart over to look at Taehyung, but Taehyung tries his hardest not to emote, meeting Jungkook’s stare and then ignoring him to look behind him at his friends. Jungkook looks away from Taehyung when the brown haired boy disregards the eye contact.

“Bro, that’s hella chill, dab me up again, you’re for real the plug,” Hoseok says again, smiling widely and reaching behind Jungkook’s shoulder’s again to fist bump Taehyung. Taehyung, feeling even bolder after this exchange going so well, lets his arm slip back to Jungkook’s seat but leaves it there. The rest of Jungkook’s friends turn to each other to start their own conversations and Jungkook sits still with his eyes trained on his paper. Taehyung, with his free hand, starts picking at his leftover food again, and only lets his arm drop when Mr. Kim finally stands up to formally begin the class’ lesson.

When Taehyung’s arm casually slips off Jungkook’s chair to rest at Taehyung’s lap, Jungkook’s eyes follow. Taehyung is internally very focused on the lecture, outwardly projecting a dazed off appearance, one of someone completely spacing out. So he doesn’t see how Jungkook watches his arm, Taehyung’s tan skin only revealed in select places from under his long sleeve. What are exposed are his large hands, the veins are prominent and clench as he grazes his palm from his thigh to his knee. He does this back and forth, the repetition enticing Jungkook, who wishes he wasn’t so invested in how the boy’s hand moves. It grabs onto his knee, and from there slides up to his thigh, and then once again back to his knee. It has Jungkook imagining different things, what that large hand would feel like grazing up his skin-

Jungkook finally snaps out of it, trying to find an object to space out on, to drown out the sound of the lecture and forget all these new, strange and invasive thoughts.

But he can’t stop his mind from circling back to Kim Taehyung.

#taekook #bts #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #taekook fic #bts fic #taekook smut #taekook eventual smut #taekook slow burn #bts slow burn #jungkook #taehyung #park jimin #high school au #bts high school au #bts ship #bts fluff #taekook fluff #bangtan boys #bangtan fic #my writing #mine #sue bts

[hollyhomburg]

Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt.8)

(Sneak Peak) (YoonMinJoon x Reader) (Hybrid au) (Mafia au) 

Summary: After years of abuse, you’ve all finally found each other. But for one of you- the fear still lingers in hidden lies and dead bodies. Yoongi doesn’t want much, just a few more weeks. The clock ticks closer- every second he has with you bringing him closer to zero. 

Tags: pregnant! Reader, Dead bodies, hybrid on hybrid violence, referenced police mistreatment/indifference, mentions of emotional/physical abuse, Angst, touch starved characters, violence, explicit sexual content, foursome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, Breeding kink, knotting, dirty talk, unprotected sex, unrealistic amounts of cum, marking kink, Dom/sub undertones, Dom! Namjoon- Sub! everyone else, cum control, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving)

W/c: 18.0k~

A/n: get ready for some nasty af smut in the next chapter~ But also be mindful of the angsty tags. You guys are gonna hate me for the cliffhanger! 

Sneak Peak: (Warning: Violent Content)

- “You know he doesn’t deserve to be up at the big house right,” Jimin can’t stop himself from getting angry at the calloused way they talk about Yoongi, like ‘deserving it’ had anything to do with love at all. His temper rising with the heat. Jimin has never been good at holding his tongue, and maybe it’s his fault that things happen the way they do. 

- Jimin rises, and so does the other hybrid- Taeyong- Jimin’s mind supplies. Suddenly chest to chest both sets of ears cocked in anger. “Well if he doesn’t deserve it- you certainly don’t. Maybe if you guys were kind for once in your life you’d be staying up there too.” Jimin barks. 

- A few other hybrids blanch at Jimin’s words, and more turn away. Determining that the fight isn’t any of their business. Jimin feels revulsion at his own words shiver down his spine as he realizes he’s misspoke- can judge by the silence that he’s the one being judged. “And I actually happen to enjoy their company- I’m not-”

- Taeyong steps forwards, and Jimin shrinks back sudden bravery forgotten. “you’re not what? Being a manipulative little puppy? Batting your eyes at them so that you could get a spot? Go tell that lie to someone who believes you. You might be a puppy, but you’re a snake to your core.” 

- Jimin has never wanted Taehyung to be there more than now. Where is he when he needs him? Jimin looks back through the open window but Taehyung isn’t below them on the patio. Their fight seems to have gotten more than a little attention from those gathered. Wide eyes upturned, startled by the sound of raised voices. It's the wrong moment to look away because taeyong takes the opportunity to shove Jimin back with both his hands.

- Jimin catches himself on the window frame. The open second floor window taunting and frightening. All at once the image hits him, a well placed shove, Jimin falling, cracking against the slate patio outside where you usually set up dinner, the ground hard and unforgiving.

- Jimin’s never fallen from any height before. But he’s been tossed and pushed and shoved, and never learned how to fight back. He freezes now at the memory of it. He’s been shoved into concrete before, and he bets slate hurts just as much especially from this height.

- “Don’t pretend like you haven’t had your eyes set on the big house since you first got here puppy, little thing like you probably just wants to be owned- how do you even have an ounce of self-“ Jimin gets shoved again, and he catches himself on the edge of the window, but one of his feet doesn’t, he catches himself narrowly.

- From below he hears a shriek, His name shouted from your mouth. You run as fast as you can, Yoongi stayed behind to help you. His face turned up imploring at Jimin- stricken with fear and something else. Jimin hears the thud of Namjoon and Taehyung feet on the wooden floor below- loud in the silence. no hybrid moves or speaks, no one steps in, no hybrid even breathes as they watch. Jimin doesn’t know how they knew to come, or how suddenly everything’s escalated.

- The wolf hybrid lurches forward and there is no where left for Jimin to step, already dangling. Jimin grips the window frame, and tries not to let go. 

To Be Posted Monday, November 9th @ 6pm

#bts fanfic #bts #bts hybrid au #bts poly au #bts hybrid poly au #bts hybird fic #bts a/b/o au #bts smut #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #yoonminjoon #yoonminjoon x reader #2seok #eventual taekook

[fave-bts-fics]

hii:) i’m looking for a fic i read in 2019 (i think it was a tae fic) i believe they hated eachother but then they were roomates and they had insomnia and to help them sleep they began cuddling so they could fall asleep? it then worked and then they fell in love! it’s okay if you can’t help me try and find it:))

Hi!

Ok so you didn't mention the ship

Sooo I'm not really sure if this is the one you're looking for

If it isn't, please drop another ask with the ship name

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Fall Asleep (Fall For You)

BY: drannie

SHIP: TAEKOOK

WORD COUNT: 149954

CHAPTERS: 22

STATUS: COMPLETE

RATING: EXPLICIT

SUMMARY:

“They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can't fall asleep alone.

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On a side note I got to read a super great fic. Even if this is not the one you're looking for, I would 100% recommend it :)

#college au #roommates au #enemies to friends to lovers #insomnia #anxiety #fluff #smut #angst #hate to love #eventual smut #slow burn #taekook #bts #bts fanfic #kpop #kpop fanfic #fic rec #taeyung #v #jungkook #asks

[ggukkiesclips]

énouement by merelypretty on AO3

🔞.

being a fairy prince isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, especially when you’re cursed to die by the age of twenty. a year before his birthday, taehyung meets fairy hunter jeongguk, and he’s pretty sure he’ll die a little earlier than planned.

the world needs more fairy!tae fics 😩

i won't spoil any more from this one, but this is probably on my top ten list of fav fantasy!fics !! so definitely check it out if you're interested :D

#eventual smut #fantasy!au #fairy!taehyung #fairy!tae #faerie!tae #faerie hunter!jk #fairy hunter!jk #enemies to lovers!au #kim taehyung #tae #v #taetae #vante #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #taehyung x jungkook #vkook #taekook #taegguk #jk #koo #gguk #ship fic #bts #royal!taehyung #prince!taehyung #pining #age swap!au #witch!yoongi #werewolf!jk

[trxshrecs]

to always follow the sun

by thruspring [ 36k words - 1/1 - taekook ]

In which Jeongguk upgrades from being his boss' frazzled and overworked assistant to prospective future step-parent practically overnight.

my favorite fic ever. if i could frame this and hang it on my wall, i totally would ngl

#taekook #taekook fic #taekook fic rec #singledad #taekook single dad au #smut #eventual smut #office au #bts fic #bts fic rec #vkook fic #vkook fic rec #fluff #crack #this is so funny tbh #taekook ao3 #taekook feed

[thebtsficrec]

Taehyung had always dreaded meeting his soulmate, unlike the rest of the world’s population. He always hid the words scrawled in black cursive on the inside of his right wrist and felt terror at the thought of them turning blue, of his soulmate speaking them.

And as he sprinted down the packed Seoul sidewalk, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and sobs choking his throat, he knew he’d been right.

Or was he?

#ao3 #completed #submission #41k #taekook #soulmate au #soulmate markings #slow burn #angst #angst with a happy ending #eventual smut #smut #doctor au #top!jk #bottom!th #awkward meeting #time skip #injury #hurt comfort #accident #yoonmin #texting #misunderstandings

[anythingtrxsh]

two truths and a lie

by aeterisks [ 11k words - 1/1 - taekook ]

After unsuccessfully looking for a nude model for weeks for a class project, art student Kim Taehyung musters up the courage to ask his friend Jeongguk to model for him. It wouldn't be a problem, if not for the fact that Taehyung has been in love with him for years.

taehyung’s terribly gay and jeongguk’s terribly naked (for the most part)

#taekook #taekook fic #taekook fic rec #college #taekook college au #smut #eventually #taekook smut #a lot of PINING #lmao cute #top jeon jeongguk #bottom kim taehyung #top jeon jungkook #tag yourself i'm jimin making fun of taekook #bts fic #bts fic rec #vkook fic #vkook fic rec #taekook ao3 #taekook feed

[biaswreckmepls]

not just a weapon

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16193693/chapters/37843301

Author: ineedmygirl

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Min Yoongi/Park Jimin

Status: Completed

Chapters: 6/6 (60521 words)

Tags: Assassin AU, Break Up AU

Summary:

At first glance, one wouldn't assume that Min Yoongi was a hitman.

At first glance, one wouldn't assume that Park Jimin was the ex-boyfriend of a hitman.

They really need to stop meeting like this.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16193693/chapters/37843301

#not just a weapon #ineedmygirl #yoonmin #yoonmin fic rec #bts fic rec #bangtan fic rec #side taekook #and side namjin barely #assassin au #break up au #yoongi is a vigilante style hitman (killing the bad guys) #and jimin is his high profile (ex) boyfriend #they both loved each other a lot but they didn't know how to be in a relationship that was healthy #esp since there was so much violence and bloodshed and stuff #so eventually they broke up (tho neither wanted to) #it's been a while but on a job yoongi bumps into jimin and learns that it's his even he's killing at #old habits die hard and jimin helps yoongi out with his kills in his own innocuous way #it's hard for jimin to not get involved with yoongi by choice but turns out he was involved from the beginning involuntarily #yoongi and jimin both want to protect each other even at the cost of themselves but things don't always work out as planned #angst and smut with a happy ending #50k-100k

[taekookficrecs]

(Maybe I Love You) We're Too Young For That 

by kaihua (( M | 20/22 | 140,297 ))

If there’s anything Taehyung dislikes more than writing pop songs, it’s writing songs for Jungkook: rising idol, CF magnet, and one of the biggest douchebags Taehyung’s ever met.

But hey, it pays the bills.

Admin tk - Even though it hasn’t been completed yet it was updated a couple weeks ago and it’s almost at the end!! I really loved this fic and liked the characterisation of both tae and guk. Tae produces songs for guk who is an idol,, but there's so much backstory which made it so much more enjoyable for me to read

#taekook #taekook fanfics #taekook fic recs #kim taehyung #jeon jeongguk #producer taehyung #idol jungkook #fluff #hate to love #angst #slow burn #eventual smut #above 100k #rated mature #admin tk