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purpleyoonn · 6 months

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baby (you complete us) 12

C H A P T E R T W E L V E

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: protective bangtan, anxious mc, mc has a panic attack, more of mc’s background, mentions of bullying, some issues with consent, mc has all the feelings, Hobi bonding with mc, some cuteness overload,

*Words in Italics are spoken/written in Korean*

beta’d/edited by the lovely @babyarmybias

masterlist // chapter 11 // chapter 13

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“Thank you for doing this, Noona! We will tag you when it gets posted!” Yeonjun exclaims once you were done filming in front of one of the portraits outside of the café.

“Thank you! It was fun. I could really go for a drink now though!” You laugh as the boys agree with your statement, Taehyun and Soobin pulling your arms and dragging you into the café.

The café was one of the things you didn’t get to see on your tour with Songun, given it wasn’t near the meeting room you met the boys in. You were still shocked when you walked in and realized the café was more like a cafeteria, with many different food options, vendors, and drink options galore. You were awestruck, ignoring the laughter coming from the boys as they dragged you to the smaller coffee vendor.

“What drink would you like, Noona?” Taehyun asked you as he began looking over the options. You looked over the menu but didn’t see anything you recognized so you just told him to pick something out for you.

His eyes grew wide in excitement, animatedly looking over the coffee options as you turned around, looking for a seat nearby. Your knee was giving you trouble as you could feel it shifting with every step you took, and you needed to massage it soon before it inevitably popped out.

You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your new friends, and a sure-fire way to do that was to have your body work against you. You couldn’t stand the looks you would get whenever you had to pop something back in or massage your body to counteract the pain you felt in your joints.

You moved to the counter to pay, only after receiving a weird look from the barista did you realize you forgot you didn’t have to pay for anything. You nod your head awkwardly, not waiting for the boys as you moved to the closest seat and began massaging the muscles around your knee cap. You couldn’t stand up any longer or you knew your kneecap would pop out.

You sit down slowly, with care, and place your drink on the table before bending down a little to massage the muscle to the side of your knee cap. It was a long-practiced massage, something your specialist recommended to you when you were in school and always on the move. You were regretting not bringing your cane with you today, thinking you wouldn’t need it.

You always did this to yourself. You had a good day yesterday, so you thought you would have one today. But of course, why would you have two good days in a row?

“Are you okay, Noona?” Taehyun had come up to you, noticing you had disappeared from next to him. He was concerned that you were hurt, seeing you rub at your knee. The entire building knew about your disability, a few concerned words overheard by one of the staff after walking past Jin and Sejin had spread to everyone within the span of an hour.

Your head shot up at Taehyun’s question, not realizing he was standing in front of you.

“Y-Yes, I’m okay.” You nod your head as you speak, trying to reassure him you were fine, but failing to do so as your stutter gives you away. You try to play it off as you forgot the word for yes, but he just shook his head.

“Do we need to go get hyungs?” Taehyun asks just as the others walk over.

“Go get hyungs for what?” Beomgyu questions Taehyun before seeing you and the way you were practically cradling your knee. “Ahhhhhh.” He nods his head in understanding.

“Do you need us to go get the hyungs?” Heuning Kai ask you softly, leaning over so he was almost whispering in your ear. You appreciate the sentiment, but it seems people were beginning to look your direction anyway.

You look around shyly, not wanting everyone to know what was going on.

“Everyone is curious about BTS hyungs’ soulmate.” Yeonjun states, seeing the way you were looking around. “The announcement was pretty big, especially after the one they put out about trying to find you.” You let out a sigh at his words, understanding what was going on but that didn’t mean you necessarily felt comfortable with all the looks.

“Why don’t we take you back to Hyungs? They should be having a break right now…” Yeonjun trailed off as he looked at his phone.

“Okay.” You stood up slowly, testing your weight on your knee, hiding your wince at the sharp pain.

“Oh! I promised them I would bring them something back from the café!” You make for the counter again but hands gently push you back into your seat.

“Rest, noona. We will go get hyung’s favorites!”

-*-*-

And grab their favorites they did. Not only did they arrive back to the table with three drink carriers and two paper bags filled with pastries, but they insisted to helping you to bring everything back to the practice room, Soobin even assisting you in walking once he realized you were favoring your leg.

“You better put your arm back by your side, Soobin!” You chastis for the third time, seeing him bring his arm back out to try and carry you. He kept insisting that he didn’t want you walking on your leg and that he should carry you back to the room, but, of course, you insisted the opposite. You weren’t fragile and didn’t need to be carried anywhere.

“Hyung, will you get the door please!” Beomgyu and Taehyun plead out, trying to not have the drink carriers fall as they make it to the door. Soobin looks at you again, before moving over to the door of the boys’ practice room, music still blasting from the speakers. You recognized the song this time as the chorus to Idol plays. As the door opens you begin to limp over to Yeonjun who holds one of the pastry bags and a drink carrier.

“Here, give me one.” You hold your hand out, but he shakes his head.

“Noona, you’re hurt. It’s okay.” He steps back, moving towards the open door but you just follow him.

“I’m fine though! I promise. I just want to help.” You insist again, stepping into the room and still reaching for the pastry bag.

“Noona you’re hurt. You don’t need to be carrying anything.” Yeonjun is stubborn, you’ll give him that, but unfortunately, someone overhears his words. Footsteps come pounding towards you and Soobin and suddenly you are picked up, your chest pressed against theirs and your thighs tossed around their hips.

“Jungkook, I’m fine!” You whine as soon as you realize who picked you up, his scent making you feel calm despite your embarrassment. You slumped in his arms, trying to hide yourself in his sweatshirt hood as he walked away from the younger boys.

“What happened?” You hear Namjoon ask Heuning Kai as he was closest to the leader.

“Y/n Noona hurt her knee at the cafe.” Was his simple reply, not exactly knowing what happened to your knee.

Jungkook carried you over to the seat you were sitting in before, and proceeded to kneel in front of you and holding your leg up so he could look over your knee. He instantly became a “doctor” prodding and running his fingers over the expanse of your knee, trying to feel for anything out of the normal.

Yoongi and Taehyung also came over, leaning over Jungkook and looking at your knee, the three men ignoring your attempts to push them away. You were bordering the line between feeling embarrassed and humiliated and it had your cheeks red and eyes blurring with tears.

“Please stop. I’m fine.” You repeated, trying to get their hands off of you. You didn’t care that they were your soulmates at this moment, you just wanted to go back to your hotel.

“Please stop touching me. I’m okay.” You tried to push Jungkook’s hands away, but he was more focused on your knee, even though his touch wasn’t helping in the slightest. You could tell that the others could hear you, Jimin and Namjoon glancing your way and Hoseok trying to get the focus of everyone off of you by asking the boys what they had brought.

You felt like you were in school again, getting made fun of for your knee dislocating in gym class. You hated everyone watching you, trying to see if you were faking or not, ignoring the pain and tears rolling down your cheeks as your gym teacher stresses over your disfigured knee, wondering if she should call and ambulance.

The insults “attention whore” and “lazy” running through your mind from when you were younger as everyone in the room continues to look at you now, Namjoon and Jimin beginning to walk your way as Jin says his thanks to the boys. One final prod of your knee from Yoongi has you snapping, pushing them away from you and pulling your knee to yourself.

“I asked you to please stop touching me.” You push out, trying to stop the tears already flowing down your cheeks. You were even more embarrassed now, crying in front of them. You hated how emotional you get, especially when you get stuck in your head with your past.

“Baby, I—” You cut off Yoongi, his face shocked at your actions.

“I think I would like to go back to my hotel now.” You whispered, withdrawn, and looking down at your lap. You felt a tug in your chest as Jungkook moved closer, trying to get you to look at him.

“Baby, We’re sorry. We just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“We got worried when we heard Soobinnie say you were hurt. Our instincts took over.” Taehyung finished Jungkook’s thought. Namjoon tried not to interrupt, but he knew he had to.

“Our instincts don’t make us ignore the words of our mate, though. We all heard her ask you not to touch her.” Namjoon scolded the three, even Yoongi looking down in guilt.

“We are all so sorry, Y/n. We should have listened to you; there is no excuse.” Yoongi spoke up, his eyes piercing your own as he spoke.

Jimin, Jin, and Hoseok stood a couple feet away, watching as you close in on yourself. Jimin couldn’t believe how everything changed so quickly. They were making such good progress with you, their bond with you was growing and solidifying and now, he was only hoping you didn’t change hotels and block their numbers.

“Honey, please stay. I know that you want your alone time, but you just entered the next stage of the bond with Jungkook. It will hurt both of you if you are alone for two long now. At least, until we all have completed the bond.” Namjoon explains. “Besides that, I don’t think you really want to be alone right now.” His town turning in on her.

And he was right. The first stage of the bond had just solidified with Jungkook the night before. You knew what would happen if you were apart for long. You also knew you didn’t want to be alone. You hated that he was right about that.

All you wanted was to be comforted, to be wrapped in their arms and told that everything was okay. You’ve never felt like that before. Usually you want to be alone, lying in bed and wrapped under the covers, completely hidden from view.

Now, all you wanted was to be comforted by your soulmates.

One look from you was all it took for Jungkook to lift you off the chair and into his arms, sitting himself down and holding you in his lap. The tug in your chest finally settling, the embarrassment and insecurity slowly ebbing away the longer he held you to him.

Once the others started moving away, Jungkook having motioned to them while you weren’t paying attention, he began to comb his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp as he did so. He knew it helped soothe your mind and calm your body.

“I am so sorry, baby. I need to open my ears and become more aware even with my instincts screaming at me.” He squeezed you a little tighter. “Please don’t be mad at me. Please don’t leave.” You could truly hear the fear behind his words, thinking you would leave them.

Jungkook had really thought he messed up everything. He thought you were going to reject them now; he was so sure about it. He tried not to imagine the pain the others would feel at your absence, and only hoped he could fix things between you.

“I may not…understand the bond like you do.” You started, still trying to find your words. “But I wouldn’t reject you all over something as small as this.” Almost immediately Jungkook began to protest.

“It’s not ‘something small’ if it makes you cry.” He adjusted you on his lap so you were now facing him. “We are all still getting to know each other, still growing the bond our souls have. I can understand if you don’t want to talk about it now, but I would like to know what made you cry so I can fix it.” He brings his palm up to your cheek, cupping it. “I hate seeing you cry. It makes me want to fight who or whatever it is that made those precious tears fall.”

You look down again, trying to decide if you had enough courage to tell him the real reason behind your tears, or a slimmed down version of your feelings.

“I uhm, was embarrassed.” You decide to tell him, to try and explain what was going through your head.

“When I was younger, before the doctors had figured out what was wrong with me, I was just known as “clumsy” and “lazy” by everyone. No one ever taking my pain or injuries seriously. Even doctors just told me it was my weight, despite being healthy. I was told I was just looking for attention.” You tried blinking away your tears, feeling them begin to pool on your waterline.

“It got really bad when physical education became a class in middle school and high school. I hadn’t received a diagnosis yet which meant I had to push my limits for a grade. One day…” You pause, swallowing down the choking sob so you could talk.

“We were supposed to be running the mile for our fitness test. I was in eighth grade and barely lasted one lap before my knee dislocated. It wasn’t the first time any of my joints fully dislocated, but it hurt all the same.” You began to explain the memory you flashed back to. You couldn’t help but grip his shirt tighter, your body full of anxiety.

Jungkook almost wants to tell you to stop. That he doesn’t need to know, not if it makes your heart hurt, or if you are pushing yourself to open up to him. That was the last thing he wanted to do, to push you into anything.

“I remember falling to the ground, my knee in excruciating pain. I hadn’t gotten used to the feeling yet, but I didn’t want to have everyone looking at me and wondering “What did she do now?” like I did this on purpose. I didn’t want anyone’s attention and I remember swearing to myself that I would finish the mile. So, I moved to put my knee back into place but the teacher had already seen me on the floor.” You grimace, remembering vividly how she ran up to you.

“Her voice seemed to be attached to a microphone as she yelled across the field, telling me not to touch my knee and asking if I was okay. She made a huge deal about it, sitting next to me and trying to figure out if she should call an ambulance. She even got another teacher involved.” Jungkook was confused, wanting to know what you meant by making a big deal out of the situation.

“I had spent months already putting my knee back into place and with everyone looking at me I just remember starting to cry, pushing my teacher away. Everyone’s stares on me, the whispers I could hear and the laughter coming from some of my classmates had me feeling humiliated. I felt even worse when my teacher did call an ambulance.” You whispered the last sentence, unable to stop the tears from slowly falling down your cheek.

Jungkook now understood everything, with the help of some of the Soul Bracelet messages he remembered reading. (read: that he continues to read every night so he doesn’t forget anything) He recalled reading multiple messages where you vented about growing up hearing that you needed to stop “attention seeking” and that you were faking your injuries, with classmates making fun of you, and no one believing you, that day was just a culmination of everything at once. Your dislike of attention and being the center of it, especially when injured, now made complete sense.

He couldn’t help it, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up so he could see you. The feeling of your wet skin under his thumb as he wiped away your tears was something he didn’t want to feel again under the circumstances. Placing a soft and slow kiss to your lips, trying to push through his feelings of love and admiration for you, he held you close, closer than he already was.

He knew he would tell the boys this later on, somehow, but for now, you needed him.

“I am so sorry, baby. For everything. I will do my absolute best to stop that from happening again now that I know.” Jungkook kissed your mouth again, a chaste kiss that had your lips tingling. You don’t think you will get used to that, ever.

-*-*-

You were able to be held by Jungkook only for a little bit longer, seeing as they did have things to do today. But after receiving his hoodie again, you were happily snuggled into it eating your forgotten watermelon cup from earlier. You had borrowed Namjoon’s headphones, after repeatedly asking if he was sure, and watched TikToks on your phone.

You don’t know how long has passed before Taehyung is placing kisses to your face in a quick attack to steal your attention. A squeal escapes your lips as the headphones fall off your head and another set of kisses is aimed.

“Oh baby! We’re all finished which means kisses!” Taehyung sings, making you laugh at the reminder. But before he can give your face even more kisses, he is pulled away by Jin.

“Hi, baby. We have some recording to do in the studio, but after that we were hoping to take you to dinner. Then maybe some movies at our place?” Jin smiled at you, seemingly nonchalant but on the inside, he was freaking out. His eyes showed the hope he had for the evening, showed his desire to just get to know you more and spend time with you.

To you, it sounded nice. Just a simple night with all seven of them. It’s not something you’ve had the chance to experience yet. You make the first move this time, moving forward and putting your lips on his plump ones, shocking the man. Jin was in heaven at the feeling of your lips on his and he almost cried when the kiss was over, your big smile aimed at him ones he opened his eyes again.

“That sounds nice, Jinnie.” You verbally respond to his words, making the others silently cheer at your acceptance.

You move to snuggle back into the couch, only for Jin’s hand to move into your line of vision, his palm up and ready for you to take. You look up at him, confusion written on your face.

“You didn’t think we were going to leave you here, did you?” Jin’s tone was teasing but held a real question, wondering if he didn’t make the plans obvious enough.

You did actually think the plan was for you to stay in the practice room. You didn’t know what rooms you had access to yet, despite the boys saying you had access to everything they did. You didn’t know if they were just saying that or not.

“Oh uhm, okay.” You didn’t answer his question, but the blush of embarrassment on your cheeks did. But Jin, nor the others, said anything about it. They knew the relationship between you all was still so new, so innocent that they didn’t want anything to go wrong, not like the incident earlier.

You took his hand and he helped you up off the couch, not letting go of your hand as he led you out the doors and through the building until you reached the studio he was talking about.

On the way to the studio, you walked by numerous staff members but your eyes stuck on the trainees who passed by as well. There were a couple groups of them, probably going from class to class, you thought. They bowed to your group a couple of times, some of them even stopping to bow a full ninety degrees. It was weird seeing it, but you knew it was a show of respect for the boys.

Jin was first up to do his thing in the studio, your eyes barely catching the soft wink he sends you as he gives your hand a small squeeze before letting go and moving into the booth as your vision swept over the recording studio. There were buttons and keys of all kinds and you were curious and wanted to push every single one, needing to know what each button did.

Hoseok caught your eye and put his hand on your lower back, moving you to sit in the producer’s chair and he knelt by your side. He knew it would take some time for Jin to get himself ready in the booth, so he took the time to indulge your curiosity.

The others watched on as Hobi spoke animatedly about the digital audio workstation, pressing buttons and telling Jin to speak into the microphone to show what each button did. Hobi loved the way your eyes lit up when a particular button made Jin sound like a chipmunk. He loved the sparkle in your eye and the fascination with the workstation. He couldn’t help but imagine you and him in the studio one day, making a song together.

When Jin was ready, Hobi let you stay in the chair, telling you what buttons to push while he instructed the room. Hobi, along with Namjoon and Yoongi, were in full producer mode now, but still held patience as you pushed the buttons and used the workstation.

As each member went into the booth, Hobi would let you know how to save the audio and would give you the biggest smile and praise you for your work and help.

“You could be our producer!” He smiled so wide that you ended up blushing under his praise. You felt like a little kid, wanting to do anything to make Hobi smile and praise you again.

“No, no. I’m just pushing the buttons.” You tried to play it off but he just shook his head, shaking his finger at you.

“Nope! You are now our producer.” He stated it with such conviction that you had to look away from him, not wanting him to see you blush, your cheeks surely lobster red by now.

Once the boys were done, two hours or so had passed. Hobi explained to you that they just needed to record some adlibs for their final song for the album, and that it would be quick. Having seen some “Bangtan Bombs” where the boys were in the studio, you could only guess they were normally here for hours and hours a day.

You had been so relaxed and at ease that you didn’t even realize Hobi had slipped his hand in yours, intertwining your hands together so he could hold it. It took him helping you out of the chair for you to notice. You didn’t realize how easy it was to feel comfortable with Hobi, to feel like you had known him forever.

Being with Hobi was easy and simple. Effortless.

It was like you could go to him for anything and you knew he would just smile and listen to you. It also helped that he had a penchant for squeezing your hand in reassurance, as if speaking to you in morse code. He just smiles softly at you and hums under his breath. His actions speak louder than his words, the silence filled with so much that you don’t even notice the silence when you’re with him.

As you all move to the big SUV to go to the restaurant the boys rented out, you pull Hobi so sit next to you, feeling the same way you did with Jungkook the previous day. You wanted to see who he was beyond the cameras of Bangtan that you got to know him from. You had a sweet smile on your face, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as you laid your head on his shoulders, smiling softly, wanting to stay in this moment for a little longer.

The car ride was filled with music and lots of talking; Taehyung asking what the name of the restaurant was, Namjoon asking what kinds of movies we all wanted to watch that night, Jungkook asking what snacks we were going to have, all while you and Hobi just talked. You asked him about his family and he asked about yours.

You already knew about his older sister, and he somewhat knew about your siblings, but he

still listened attentively as you talked about your family.

“My older sister is protective and was the one to help me get my diagnosis after my mom passed. She went to every appointment with me and made sure I was eating and drinking. She actually made a joke at one point that you all would be my soulmates, and after I got off the phone with you the first time, I immediately called her.” Hobi smiled as he listened, glad to know that you had someone there for you when they couldn’t be. It hurt to know you suffered through so much in such a short time frame.

He rubbed his thumb across the top of your hand, trying to soothe you as he noticed your voice shaking a little.

“My brother, on the other hand, is also protective, but like the stereotypical older brother way. He is the only other one of us who has met his soulmate. Lena is super sweet and they met in middle school. She’s like an older sister to me.” At some point, everyone else in the car had stopped their conversations to listen to you. They wanted to know everything they could, and they loved knowing you had a supportive family by your side.

When you got to the restaurant, you ended up sitting in between Hobi and Jungkook at the large booth. Jin took control of ordering the food, while Hobi and Jungkook whispered to you what Jin was ordering so you knew what was going on. It was really sweet.

While waiting for the food, you joined in on the movie conversation that Namjoon and Jimin had started. They seemed to be fighting over two different movies and you questioned why you couldn’t just watch them both. They looked at you and began trying to get you to see their point of view.

“We don’t want to watch it again because its boring…”

“He always falls asleep during the best parts!”

“There are so many mindless plot points that…”

Your head was whipping back and forth as you tried to keep up with their arguments, the boys speaking so fast you eventually had to give up. You sat back down in your seat, returning the soft smiles that Jin and Yoongi gave you from across the table.

“It’s okay, pretty girl. They always get this way about movies. We tend to just pick one out and put it on before they notice anyways.” Hobi leans over and whispers in your ear, making you nod your head in understanding.

“They get passionate like this over movies, huh?” You ask, almost rhetorically, as you watch it firsthand. You smiled as you watched them, Jimin throwing sass making Namjoon roll his eyes at the younger man.

“They are more alike than I think they realize.” Hobi whispers back, “They are both passionate beings. Just in different ways. But they both have strong feelings about what they believe in, which makes the debate about which movie to watch an entertaining and sometimes chaotic event.” Hearing his words, you had a new perspective for the two boys, not even just in the capacity of arguing. It was like a new light shown on the two men and it had you wanting to know more about them.

After Hobi’s words, a multitude of waiters came over and placed plate upon plate of food down on the table. The entire table was covered with food and it was at this moment you realized just how much food the boys could eat. You guessed most of the plates would be empty by the time you all were ready to leave.

Your guess was cemented once Jin grabbed his first piece of food, signaling to everyone else that they could start. You didn’t know what to grab, everything looking so good, that you were kind of sitting there in awe. You were shaken out of it though once you saw chopsticks placing meat onto your empty plate.

Hobi, on pure instinct, was making sure you had enough food on your plate before everyone else got their pick. He tried giving you a little of everything, but he also gave you some extra meat pieces, knowing you had a liking for them from your KBBQ trip with the maknaes.

Once Hobi put the first piece of meat on your plate, however, Taehyung and Jungkook noticed and also began putting food on your plate. Soon enough your plate was overflowing with food, and you had to stop your mates from continuing to give you more food.

It was a sweet gesture, but you couldn’t even make a dent in your plate. You ate slowly, savoring every flavor and taste you could. Despite not being used to Korean cuisine yet, you were slowly falling in love with all of it. Unfortunately, you could not handle any spice. You wanted to, but your mouth would slowly descend into flames if you even tried to eat anything even remotely spicy.

So, at one point, you’re pretty sure you asked for a drink refill three times within ten minutes.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked you, noticing you fanning your mouth from the heat as you slowly chewed your food.

“Uhm, yeah.” Your voice was pitched higher as you tried to reassure him you were fine, eyes watering and cheeks heating up.

Jungkook just quirked his eyebrow at you, automatically catching you in your lie. Taehyung was the same way with spicy foods, so Jungkook knew you were battling against the foods he had put on your plate. He didn’t mean to, he only wanted you to be able to try everything.

Movement from the side caught your attention, as Hobi found a small empty plate and began removing everything on your own plate that was spicy and depositing it onto the smaller plate with the help of Taehyung. They both had seen how you reacted to the food and Taehyung helped tell Hobi everything that would give you trouble, knowing from experience.

It was nice and heartwarming; it didn’t make you feel like a burden. Normally if this happened, if you tried to do something about it, like ordering a glass of milk, you friends would make fun of you, or your family would complain that they had to always go through the trouble of not getting what they wanted because you couldn’t handle anything spicy.

Despite having a supportive and loving family, it was hard not to feel like you were a burden growing up. Sometimes a single scoff or deep breath of air from someone could have you becoming silent, trying to hide behind your hair.

The boys didn’t make you feel this way. They didn’t make exaggerated movements as they removed the spicy food from your plate; they only sent you reassuring smiles and glances as they made sure they removed everything.

“It’s okay, baby. I don’t like spicy foods either.” Taehyung reassured you again, before starting to eat his food, not giving the situation a second glance or thought. It was nice and left you smiling as you continued to eat slowly, still struggling with using the chopsticks you were given.

For your first meal with everyone, the boys wanted to document it.

“Okay everyone, smoosh together!” Jin yelled out so he could get everyone into frame on his phone. He was the one taking the selfie, his long arms giving him the advantage as he sat at the end of the table.

You had your cheeks almost pressed to Hobi’s as he had an arm around your shoulder. Your height was not giving you any advantage as you tried not to be hidden by anyone. You were standing on your tippy toes and smiling as big as you could, showing just how truly happy you were in the moment.

This was the first time you truly felt a part of the soul group and connected to each of the boys.

“Okay…and 3, 2, 1!” You blinked as the flash went off, hoping that your eyes weren’t closed in the photo. Jin took a couple of pictures, each one had everyone doing something different, at one point, Jungkook and Hobi both pushed their fingertips into your cheeks causing laughter to bubble from your throat.

“Are you gonna post those on Weverse, Hyung?” Jungkook asked once the photos were taken and everyone was moving towards the doors, content from their bellies being full.

The boys had all tried being active on all of their social media, but they were all still partial to Weverse, liking that they got to interact firsthand with Army. They loved reading the comments on their posts and hoped that you would come to as well.

“Yeah, but I don’t know which one to post.” Jin responded but knew he would probably post a different one to each of the Bangtan Official social media accounts.

He zoomed into your face on the last photo, laughter clear on your face as your eyes were closed. He wanted to take more pictures of you, thinking you were the perfect muse for his camera. He couldn’t help but to think you were the perfect fit for them, for their soul bond.

Jin was happy you were their missing piece.

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h o m i e h o p p e r

p a i r i n g : JK, HSK, NJ x reader

g e n r e : college au.

t a g s : homie hopping (the title duhhh), bang chan makes an appearance as your bf, he’s being cucked, vaginal sex, blow jobs, cunnilingus, sex tapes, sexual objectification (on reader), dirty talk, degradation, hook-ups, voyeurism, reader is really pretty (she’s a sweetie pls), poly!relationship undertones, chan refuses to even believe the rumors, sexual innuendos and jokes, the boys are assHOLES, low-key toxic, joon and them are fuckin mean, car sex, chan's POV, surprise for u at the end, chan goes thru it a lot, everyone is bad here LMAO

w o r d c o u n t : 6.3 k

s u m m a r y : the rumors weren’t true… or were they?

When Chan first heard the rumors he was absolutely furious, how could anyone ever talk about someone like that? Never mind that, WHY would anyone talk about his girlfriend point blank period. It pissed him off that anyone he talked to always had to bring you up with the same damn question over and over again.

“Oh you’re dating now? I thought she was fucking Jungkook?”

“I heard Namjoon and her hooked up at the party last night, is that true?”

“No way dude, you’re going out with Seok’s girl? He was telling me the other night how he and Joon took turns.”

Sure he knew you got around a lot but he didn’t care that was your business, the more important thing was you were with him now and he was sure you weren’t capable of cheating. How could you? Not when you were the sweetest thing on this earth, you wouldn’t even harm a fly let alone think about being unfaithful. Chan learned to ignore the comments thrown at him, he knew you better than anyone else.

You seemed to be very popular, often attracting attention left and right because of your nice personality and your pretty face. Chan honestly felt like he had lucked out with you, you liked some things he liked, you shared some hobbies, and you listened to a few genres Chan liked. He was stuck in the honeymoon phase and he never wanted to wake up from it.

Chan however did find it a bit weird how..touchy and friendly his housemates seemed to be you. Yes he did know about the rumors of you and his housemates but he kind of didn’t believe them to be true. Maybe they were exaggerating? His housemates didn’t seem to say anything about the situation so maybe people had it all mixed up.. Right?

He starts observing how you interact with them whenever you come over. His eyes are watchful as you greet Hoseok at the door with a sweet smile on your face and a handful of cookies you baked. Chan stares at the seemingly innocent interaction, only getting up to intervene when he sees something odd.

“Hi Seokie,” you softly smile, “I baked some cookies for everyone, Channie told me you guys have been really stressed out from exams ‘n stuff.”

Hoseok grins, “Well aren’t you a sweetheart? Isn’t Chan so lucky to have someone like you? I mean your cookies aren’t the only sweet thing I like to eat.” He shoots a wink and reaches down to grab one, biting into it with a pleased hum.

You reach up to gently wipe the corner of Hoseok’s lips with your thumb, “Thank you sweetheart.” Hoseok slowly licks his lips.

Chan watches in pure silence, a little put off about the strange show of affection he’s seeing. “Okay Seok, me ‘n y/n are gonna head off now, you remember it’s movie night don’t you baby?” He gently pulls you by your waist to his side, wanting you as far away from Hoseok as possible.

“Oh yes! We’re gonna have a Scream marathon!” You excitedly buzz, “Bye Seokie,” you wave and let Chan guide you up the stairs with a possessive hand laid over your back. Chan glances one last time at Hoseok, finding him staring very intently, specifically your ass which sits so perfectly in your leggings. Hoseok actually fucking winks at him as Chan disappears upstairs.

The second time he realizes things aren’t right is the morning after you stay the night, no one is home except for Namjoon. Chan wakes up to a note on his nightstand telling him you’re downstairs making breakfast. The little hearts you drew make his heart flutter as he sleepily smiles and rolls out of bed.

As he makes his way down and around the corner he can hear those cute little giggles of yours. Reality shatters the moment and snaps him out of his daze when he hears Namjoon’s deep baritone voice.

Namjoon…?

Chan curiously peeks into the kitchen only to find you standing there in his oversized shirt he gave you the night before. If memory served him correctly, you went to bed in his shirt and with ONLY panties underneath.. His eyes widened, shocked to see Namjoon standing directly behind you pressed so closely as he opened the cabinet to reach for something high up on the shelf.

“Careful now shortie, don’t want you falling and hurting yourself.” Namjoon lazily smirks, passing the bowls you had asked him for, “Especially with you bouncing all over the place.” He hums, reaching down to smack your ass as he walks over to the fridge.

You voice your complaints with an angry pout, turning to say something when you see Chan. “Channie! You’re up, I made some pancakes and a fruit bowl.” You cheerfully say, “Sit, sit I’m just about to finish,” you say.

“You good there Channie?” Namjoon draws out with a tiny smirk, leaning up against the fridge with his arms crossed. “You look like you just saw a ghost or something.” His eyes briefly break contact to trail after you when you pass by him.

Chan nods, “I’m good,” he shoots you a tiny smile before looking back at Namjoon blankly, “all good.”

Something is definitely wrong by the third time he realizes there’s more than what meets the eye. It’s what people have to say about Jungkook when the little bubble he’s been cooped up in finally bursts. Chan doesn’t wanna hear it but he knows his brain will be nagging about it later on if he doesn’t clear things up once and for all.

“Jungkook? You mean the footballer you live with?” Hyunjin raises a brow in confusion, “Why do you wanna know about him and your girlfriend? Unless you’re like into that sorta stuff man.”

Chan sighs in exasperation, “No I’m not trying to say anything right now, I’m curious that’s all. Jungkook’s never mentioned any girl before and I’m wondering if he and y/n had history together or some shit, that’s all.”

Hyunjin has this look on his face like he doesn’t truly believe it, but lucky for Chan he doesn’t comment about it. “I heard a couple of things. Two semesters ago someone caught Jeon in his car fucking someone, no one was sure who it was but we all had a feeling it had to be y/n because he posted a like selfie with some girl’s hand in the frame and then y/n posted a pic of her inside someone’s car, it looked like JK’s so we all knew it was them two.” He shrugs.

“Ohh really?” Chan nods slowly, now that he thinks about it Jungkook did mention once or twice of a girl he was fucking on the low, said something about her being “the best piece of ass” he’s ever gotten. Thinking about it now makes Chan’s stomach curl in disgust and other unpleasant feelings.

“Yeah, but that was ages ago man you don’t really have anything to worry about now.” With that Chan’s left alone to wallow in his own thoughts.

The girl he’s been with for the past two months really fucked his friends before she landed on him.. He can’t exactly say he’s happy with the idea but if nothing was going on right now, he was fine. The past was past, you were with him now and nothing was going to change that fact.

He hopes.

Chan doesn’t think about it as much as he did before, if anything it’s long forgotten because he rather focus on the present rather than the past. He got over it and made peace with the idea of nothing going on. He blamed it on his damn insecurities.

For about two weeks Chan is in pure bliss with you. Your little dates carry on and surprisingly the comments people made died down. Hell he didn’t notice any weird shit on behalf of his other housemates who seemed to barely be at home whenever Chan brought you over. Seeing this as an opportunity he brings you with him one night, knowing that the guys were out for the night.

Things lead to another and pretty soon you’re both getting down and dirty in his sheets, closed away in the privacy of his bedroom. The perks? You could be as loud as you wanted, and Chan didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing you two go at it through the paper thin walls.

Chan had you laid back on the comforter, thighs wrapped around his midsection and hips a little elevated to strike that spongy spot that drove you crazy all the time. Your head was thrown back on the pillow with your eyes shut in bliss and lips formed in a tiny ‘o’ as moans and whimpers left you.

“C-Chan,” you mewled out, desperately clawing and twisting at the sheets, “so good.” Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him.

Chan groans under his breath and re-adjusts his grip on your hips, getting a good grip as he plows into your squelching pussy. The sounds of his balls smacking against your ass ring in his ears, the bed creaks audibly against the wooden floor of his bedroom. The sounds were so filthy they were porn worthy.

“Fuck, you gonna cum baby?” He murmurs darkly, face twisting in pleasure as he feels you cunt clench down tightly around his shaft, making his cock throb weakly in response. “Can feel your little pussy gettin’ tighter and tighter for me.”

You moaned lewdly at his words and nod frantically, “Gonna cum–oooh..! R-Right there..!” You writhe on the bed, hips pushing up and squirming around so much you almost slip off his cock.

“Go ahead baby,” Chan moans, “cum on my cock.” He pants heavily, leaning down to smother you in a passionate kiss as his pace speeds up.

You wrap your arms around his neck with a loud moan, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Chan can feel you getting close, and right before he can reach down to rub at your swollen nub he hears the door click open and Jungkook’s loud laughter.

“Chan, you gotta check this shit out–” Jungkook looks up and his eyes widen, “Holy fuck man, my bad.” He laughs harder.

Any pleasure Chan was feeling moments prior is now gone, he feels his cock even soften from the sound of Jungkook entering. He quickly throws a blanket over your naked form, glad he had been too impatient to take his boxers off. “Jungkook–” he sighs, “Can you step out? Not fucking cool,” he shoots a glare at Jungkook, making sure to cover your smaller frame with his own body.

“Sure, Channie,” Jungkook mocks, “whatever you say.” He turns to walk back out, turning his head over his shoulder to shoot you a smirk, “So you wear lace now?” Chan’s face burns with both anger and embarrassment after Jungkook pointed out the panties set lying on his floor nearby the door. “Don’t get ya panties in a twist, I’m goin’.” Jungkook shuts the door behind him.

A long sigh leaves Chan and he turns to look over at you apologetically, “I forgot to lock the door dammit.” He rubs his face in frustration, irritated that he was reminded of the shit he didn’t want to be thinking about.

“It’s okay Channie,” you sit up, sheets around your body as you gently smooch his cheek, “I still enjoyed tonight with you.” You smile softly.

“Yeah… I did too,” Chan smiles back, trying not to look too dejected.

He confronts Jungkook a few days later. He’s sitting in the living room waiting for Jungkook to come home. He had sent a message and Jungkook simply replied that he’d be home in a few.

“You wanted to talk?” Jungkook says, tossing the keys into a bowl by the door as he sets his drink down, “What’s up?” He grunts, kicking his shoes off and going to sit in the living room across from Chan.

Chan notes the faint sweat on Jungkook’s face, shirt rolled up at the sleeves to show off his defined muscles which made the older look more intimidating. “The other night, you need to knock and I mean it Kook because you don’t know if I’m changing or y/n is not decent or anything and I don’t want shit to happen between us because what happened was fucking inappropriate and I didn’t like that shit. At all.” He folds his arms across his chest with a glare.

Jungkook hums, “Okay.”

“Okay? Is that all?” Chan raises a brow.

Jungkook shrugs, “You wanna know something Chan?” He says calmly and sits with his arms spread over the back of the couch, manspreading with a nonchalant attitude. “With a beautiful ass like that I wouldn’t dream of gatekeeping it from the entire world, I mean, it’s always a good feeling to show the others what they wished they had. So congrats on your win, not everyday someone lands a girl like y/n.”

“Jungkook what the fuck are you on?” Chan frowns.

“Nothing, I’m just being honest with you. I could care less if you’re feeling threatened by me or the guys. I see the way it kills you on the inside hearing all the shit they say about your precious y/n. Does that piss you off Channie? Thinking about how she fucked the three of us before she got to you?” He tilts his head to the side with mischief twinkling in his eyes.

Chan doesn’t think he can reply without having an outburst of some sort, he’s getting more pissed by the second. Any more of Jungkook’s crude talking and Chan thinks he’s going to explode from the anger…and he does NOT want to be the one to fight Jungkook, has anyone seen him in the gym?

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” Jungkook smirks, taking a seat next to Chan, “there isn’t nothing about y/n that we haven’t seen already, so the next time you fuck her in the house, remember I once had my dick in there too.” He grins, “Tell her throat I said hi,” he chuckles quietly, getting off of the sofa and disappearing up the stairs.

Chan sits there with a blank stare, fists clenched tightly in his lap as he tries to control his breathing. In, out, in, out. He slumps in his seat, arm thrown over his face as he grumbles. That didn’t go as fucking planned, if anything Jungkook bitched him out without even having to try!

“Fuck,” he sighs longly, he decides he can’t wallow in self pity and rises off the couch.

Right as he steps outside of the house his phone buzzes. Curiously he unlocks his phone and opens the messages (which conveniently was from Jungkook). A thumbnail of a video sits innocently in the chat, Chan’s stomach drops because he knows what this is. His hands shake as he presses on the video.

Jungkook was a really nice guy, he teased you a lot and was a bit cocky but it added to his charms. You meet through a mutual friend, who you feel sorry for because her plans to hook up with Jungkook seemed to fly out the window the moment he lays eyes on you. Jungkook makes it painfully obvious that the only person he was taking home was going to be you.

He fucked you so good you couldn’t even feel your legs afterwards, it was ten out of ten and you could see yourself coming back again. It turned into a little dick appointment situation, meeting up whenever either one of you wanted to fuck. Whether it be in the morning of afternoon or dead in the night it didn’t matter, somehow you guys always ended up fucking.

You felt comfortable enough with him to post about it without exactly letting anyone know it was Jungkook you were fucking. Jungkook did the same, often asking to record and take pictures while he was hitting it from the back or balls deep inside of you.

One night you will never forget is when Jungkook decides to record you in his car, the video itself is about forty minutes long, and that’s what he decided to capture (your fucking went on much longer than that). The first scene is shot with his phone propped up on the dashboard, facing the driver's seat.

You’re sitting in his lap grinding and rocking your hips in tiny circles around his throbbing wet cock. Jungkook had his arms wrapped tightly around your back as he held you close to him while you fucked yourself silly on his cock. Loud whimpers and little “uh’s” escaped your lips. The sound of your wet pussy drooling over his cock and the back of your thighs smacking into him resonated throughout the whole car.

Jungkook had one hand buried in your hair, gripping it tightly as he yanked your head back while you rode him. His eyes flickered past your shoulder and into the camera as he smirked darkly, toying with his lip ring while you frantically moved your hips.

“Mmm..! Ooh, right there,” you pant out in pleasure, eyes stinging from the pleasure and pleasant ache you feel from him yanking on your hair. Your hips slow down and swivel in small circles so you can feel his thick cock rub up against your walls in a delicious angle that has you seeing stars.

Jungkook focuses his attention right back to you and grunts softly, “There you go, good girl.” He uses his other hand to grip your hip as he helps you grind in smooth circles on his cock. “Shit,” he sighs, relaxing into the seat and letting his head roll back on the headrest.

Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, you hide yourself away in the crook of his neck and desperately roll your hips. Soft little moans and needy whines leave you every so often, the windows of the car have fogged up by now and the music playing from the radio is merely background noise.

Everytime you push your hips back you feel the soaked material of Jungkook’s sweats given that he hadn’t bothered with slipping them past his thighs. You shiver pleasantly when his hot breath hovers over your hardened nipples. He encloses one of the sensitive buds in his mouth, suckling gently and rolling his tongue around.

“Mmm..!” You arch your back even more, desperately chasing after the pleasure erupting in your chest area. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind you pushing your soft tits in his face as he merely buries himself away in your chest while you ride him like your life depends on it.

After getting you to cum a couple of times he moves you two to the backseat. He’s holding his phone above you and recording the way your ass smacks against his hips. There’s a much louder slapping sound since he’s in control of the pace now, he wants you to feel this fucking for days to come.

“Greedy little thing you are, can’t seem to get enough of my cock can you?” Jungkook pants softly while slapping his hips against you, “Not gonna answer? Did I fuck you stupid already baby? Answer me,” he slaps your ass, “go on, tell me how good your ‘Jungkookie’ fucks you.” He grins, his laughter coming out breathless and dazed.

“ ‘s not enough, want it more–deeper, harder.” You gasp out, hands resting above you on the window to keep you grounded while he fucked your brains out, “Can feel it so deep inside,” you breathily moan, eyes slipping shut as his cock bumps into that spongy senstive spot inside of you, “mmmm–there–wanna cum again.” Your lips part, face scrunching cutely in pleasure as your body begins to go slack.

Jungkook softly moans and aims the camera down where you’re both connected. He increases the speed of his thrusts and angles his hips to keep hitting your sweet spot. He feels your pussy tighten and pulse around his cock, sending small shivers down his spine.

“Look up for me baby, say hi to the camera,” Jungkook licks his lips.

You tilt your head up with hooded and dazed eyes, moans tumbling from your lips and a little bit of drool slipping out the corner of your lips. Your breath hitches quietly, pouty lips parting once more as the noises you make increase in pitch. “There you go, show everyone what a slut you are for cock,” he smirks and reaches down with his tattooed hand to grab your chin and face you towards him.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes..!” Chan sits there in his car with his jaw dropped, watching the now shaky video as Jungkook presumably fucks you into next week with how hard he’s going. Bitter humiliation sits in the pits of his belly.

Over the next few weeks Chan distances himself from everything really. He doesn’t know how he’s going to look at you now knowing the shit that happened with Jungkook. It was one thing to sit and listen to all these people talk about you two but it was a whole different story seeing it on video. Truly crushed his dignity and maybe his ego.

You of course had asked him if anything was wrong but Chan said the same thing, “No babe, just tired and burnt out from school stuff I got going.” And you bought it everytime. He felt bad yes but at the same time he felt like he just needed a little bit of space, he didn’t want to take his anger out on you because you didn’t deserve any of that.

Things back at the house seemed tense, Jungkook looked smug whenever he saw Chan and well, Chan didn’t have the energy to fight over shit like this. One would see it as him accepting that he was a bitch but Chan thought about it differently. Sure he felt extremely disrespected but what else could he do? He can’t reverse time and change the past.

Namjoon hadn’t bothered to comment much (the most he offered was “shit’s childish”) and Hoseok well he kind of tried to play mediator of the situation. He would make some jokes here and there to ease the tension in the room but Jungkook didn’t care. Jungkook was the most relaxed, and it irked Chan to no end how nonchalant he was about this, like if he didn’t show someone a video of him pounding their girlfriend.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Hoseok hums, shooting him that bright little smile he always gave everyone. “You’ve been oddly quiet for weeks now Chan.”

Chan looks at the elder with a quiet hum, “Nothing much Seok, just have a lot on my mind right now. And if you’re wondering, no I'm not upset with Jungkook or anything so you can rest easy. There won’t be a fight or anything like that.” He throws his head back and lets it hang off the couch, a long sigh escaping.

“Your face says otherwise.” Hoseok smirks.

“Listen, I don’t mean this in a bad way or anything but I’d appreciate it if you a) stop bringing this up about Jungkook and b) knock whatever weird fucking obsession you have with my girlfriend off. It’s fucking weird that you guys talk about her, make these smart ass comments, and eye fuck her when I’m right there. I get it, you guys fucked in the past but we’re in a relationship and I’d very much like for you to respect it.” He glares back, not realizing his voice rose with every word he spoke.

Hoseok stares at him for a few minutes with no expression on his face, and Chan at first thinks he fucked up but then the unexpected happens. The fucker laughs. He watches Hoseok throw his head back, shoulders shaking as he slaps his knee a couple of times.

“What the fuck is so funny?” Chan grits his teeth.

“Damn ‘Channie’ I thought you were better than this, you should feel happy she chose to be with you. You’re the mannnn,” he playfully hits Chan on the side, “I mean, she tastes as good as she looks.” He licks his lips, staring into Chan’s eyes unapologetically. “Does she still wear those pink panties of hers? You know which ones, little white bow and lacey trim…”

Chan knows exactly which ones he’s referring to. His fists clench in his lap tightly, he silently rages in his spot but it doesn't deter Hoseok. “I bet she still holds your head down right when she’s about to cum,” his voice drops to a husky whisper, “does this little thing with her hips, practically smothering you with her pussy.” Chan snaps his head towards Hoseok, watching as the usually playful man taunts and teases him.

“Oh I bet she does.” He grins, “Funny…she used to do the same with me.” He gets up and walks away with no other words. Chan stares ahead at the wall with a blank look and a fiery anger running through his veins.

Hoseok was buried between your soft thighs, licking and sucking at your swollen clit with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside of your sopping wet pussy. Moans and whimpers tumbled freely from your lips, your head was thrown back with your lips parted and expression twisted into one of pure pleasure and bliss.

His fingers felt so good, stretching and filling your pussy to the brim. He stroked over your g-spot repeatedly, pairing his strokes with powerful sucks on your clit. It only had you dripping even more, thighs shaky and pussy leaking even more for him. “Seok,” you whimper, squirming around and lifting your hips as if you were offering your pussy up on a silver platter.

Hoseok took the bait, happily slurping away with his eyes closed as if he were in pleasure just being there between your soft thighs. Your cunt pulsed around his fingers, the pleasure sat hot in the pits of your belly. Hoseok was hellbent on getting you to gush because he wouldn’t let up on your g-spot.

“Fuck,” he softly pants against your soft pussy, “listen to you, absolutely fuckin’ soaked around my fingers.” He grins licking his lips, “You gonna squirt around my fingers like a good girl?”

His fingers start moving rapidly, the squelching noises get louder and tiny bits of slick spurt out from the sides of his fingers as he fucks them in and out. Your mouth falls open, you’re breathless as you weakly grip the bed sheets tightly. “Seok..!”

“That’s it, cum on my fingers and make a mess for me baby, gonna have you suck ‘em clean for me. ‘s what good girls do, isn’t that right?” He grins.

“Y-Yes..!” You gasp out.

Hoseok goes back down to take your clit in his mouth again, sucking harder than before. It sends a tremor down your spine and you cry out weakly, pussy squirting around his fingers. He moans for extra measure, causing you to weakly moan out for him to stop because it was getting to be too much.

“Good girl,” he pulls back and lifts his wet fingers, “now clean ‘em.”

Chan feels like he could fucking explode any minute now, everyone is walking around on eggshells in the damn house and of course Hoseok and Jungkook will stick together. Chan isn’t so sure about where Namjoon stands in all of this but he’s pretty certain he’ll side with his two friends on this one. Chan doesn’t care anymore, in fact he was already planning on leaving.

Call him a coward but he wasn’t going to waste his breath fighting, hell he wasn’t even sure y/n gave a shit about what was going on. Sometimes it made him feel like there was something he wasn’t seeing. Like this was some sort of test or a sick joke on their end, and as much as he didn’t wanna think about the possibility of you also playing sick games with him it was hard.

He hadn’t had much time to sit and talk with Namjoon given that there was tension in the house but Chan was pretty surprised to see Namjoon at home for once. These days it seemed like he was out more often to avoid the conflicts at home. It was even more surprising when Namjoon spoke to him.

“What’s up with you?” Namjoon nods his head at him, “Feels like we haven’t talked in a hot minute.”

Chan shrugs, “Been busy with work, school, you know how it is.” He replies back, busying himself with going through the fridge for his gatorade.

“You know this shit’s childish,” there it was, leave it to Namjoon to be the one to address the elephant in the room, “whatever the hell you got goin with Kook and Seok is gonna blow over pretty soon. I’m only saying this in case you guys hash it out in the yard and beat eachother up over something stupid.” He shrugs.

“And what would you classify as stupid? How is me calling them out for their weird ass behavior childish. No, you see I’m not stupid enough to fight over it but don’t you fucking think maybe I should speak up about it? It’s my fucking girlfriend we’re talking about, of course you would see me in the wrong because they’re your fucking friends.” He slams the fridge door a little harder then he intended to.

Namjoon raises a brow, “And what you gonna do about it?” He stands, rounding the table like a predator with narrowed eyes and an intense gaze, “Listen, the reality here is your girl fucked everyone in this house, simple as that. She’s been on Jungkook’s dick, Hoseok’s and mine. And if I fucking wanted to I’d have her hanging off my dick right here and right now in front of your face. And you wouldn’t do anything about it because you’re a little bitch who gets cucked in front of your damn face.” He stands in front of Chan now, staring down at him with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

Chan glares back, but Namjoon sets a hand on his shoulder, “Do me a favor and get some air, I can’t guarantee you things will be pretty if you stay. Unless you want me to show you just how well she takes my cock.”

You pull back from his cock with a low pop, tongue swirling and collecting the beads of precum around his tip. Namjoon’s grip tightens in your hair, cock weakly throbbing because the head of his cock was a sensitive area for him. You cheekily dig your tongue into his slit to get a reaction out of him.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps out, hips jumping once more in surprise, “just like that..” He moans.

You take his cock into your mouth once more and start bobbing your head. You use your hands to twist and stroke his shaft. His moans rise in volume as the hand in your hair starts guiding you up and down his cock. Your eyes water occasionally from the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Take it like a good girl baby, gonna cum down your throat.. You gonna swallow like a good girl?” He rasps out. You eagerly nod and reach down to cup his balls, massaging them gently while you try to suck the soul out of him.

Namjoon’s hips stutter in their movements when he gets closer to coming undone. He groans louder and holds your head still to fuck up into your mouth. “Fuck, fuck.” He moans out as he throws his head back. You feel his cock twitch and throb in your mouth and you cheekily moan to cause vibrations.

He comes undone, cum spilling down your throat, “Fuckkkkk,” he whispers out, “so good for me baby..” he strokes over your head and keeps your head down until he’s done coming. “Go on and clean the mess you made, I don’t want to see not one drop go to waste.”

Chan heads straight over to your place. On the way he tries to calm himself down but everytime he thinks about the conversation earlier he ends up heated all over again. “Fuck!” Chan yells in anger as he hits the steering wheel angrily.

“Chan?” Your sweet voice interrupts his thoughts, “I was asking if you wanted me to order some pizza and we can go pick it up?” You rub his back gently, comforting even, “Is everything okay?”

Chan shakes his head with a long sigh, burying his face in his hands as he looks over at you, “Some shit happened earlier but I’m fine now,” he waves you off, “call, call, I’m gonna use the restroom real quick.” He murmurs and gets up.

He felt even more pathetic that he couldn’t talk to you about what he was going through. Then again what could you do? You weren’t even their friends so it wasn’t like you could waltz in there and tell them off or something. You didn’t have a clue what was happening inside the house since Chan wasn’t bringing you around.

Chan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “You got this.” He whispered and freshened up a bit before heading back out to you.

“Channie, I ordered the pizza, it’s gonna be ready in about fifteen minutes or so I think.” You say from inside the kitchen where you’re pouring him a glass of water, “Here sit, sit, you look really tense and stuff.”

“Thanks baby,” He smiles softly, all tension leaving his body since he couldn’t really stay mad around you. “How was your day?”

You shrug cutely, “Nothing too special since I went to class and after I just worked on my paper with Jungkook.”

Chan pauses, “Jungkook?” when you nod he speaks again, “Why?”

“We have the same class.” You reply softly.

Chan grips the cup a bit tighter, “No.. I mean why are you hanging around him? I told you it made me uncomfortable that you hang out with him when I’m not around.” He’s about to pop a fucking vessel with how angry he is.

You look unfazed, “Jungkook and I are friends,” you simply say, “I didn’t realize you were on such bad terms with him or something? Did anything happen for you to not like him?”

“Did anything happen?! Oh I don’t know y/n I’ve been fucking getting ganged up on by him and the guys, they’re all telling me what a hot piece of ass I got as a girlfriend! You think that’s something to get angry over? Are you gonna fucking sit there and tell me not to worry because you’re just friends?” He blows up.

Your lips part in surprise, eyes widening in awe as you listen to him rant angrily. “I tolerated enough when it came to them and you, I get it you all fucked and you fucking liked so what?! What the hell do you want me to do about it? Give you a fucking cookie and say good job?!”

His chest rises up and down in anger as he comes down from the rush. He stares down at you with pleading eyes, he wants you to say something. Anything. He just wants to put everything past him now.. Your lips part and you go to say something when he suddenly hears clapping behind you. “What the.” Chan frowns.

He looks over your shoulder and his heart drops to his ass. Jungkook comes out with a smug little smile on his lips as he takes a seat on the coffee table next to where you’re standing. “What a show you put on,” Jungkook whistles in amusement as he slithers an arm around your legs and tugs you closer to him, “didn’t know it had you bothered like that.”

“y/n what the fuck is going on?” Chan seethes, “Why the fuck is he here? Are you cheating on me with him, is that it?”

You stare at him with those sweet little puppy eyes of yours, pout forming on your lips as you gently reach over to caress Jungkook’s hair, sending Chan into a state of disbelief. “No, I’m not cheating on you. I thought you would have noticed by now, seems like you don’t pay enough attention.”

“Notice what?” He grits his teeth.

Jungkook chuckles, “Why do you think people call her Hoseok’s girl? Or my girl? Or Joon’s?” He sits back with a smug smirk, “I know you noticed how friendly we all were with each other. Listen, Chan buddy, if you ever thought you had y/n you were dead wrong. You see we love our baby, and if she says she wants to fuck you then she’s gonna fuck you simple as that. We’ve always let our girl have her fun because at the end of the day she comes back to us.” He grins.

You hum softly, “It’s fair game Channie, I do what I want but I’m still theirs. Joonie and the boys like to mess around with the guys though.. Surprised you lasted this long.”

It dawns on him this was all a sick game between the four of you. Chan stares in horror and disbelief, “You guys are fucking psychos..” He whispers.

“We’ll see you around… Channie.” Jungkook smirks.

Chan turns to you but you’re more focused on brushing Jungkook’s hair, “Pity Kookie, I actually liked this one.” You murmur softly without offering a single glance at Chan.

Chan fucking hates his life.

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praisethesuuun · 1 year

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Can I request nsfw alphabet for hades or maybe poseidon?, Thankyou^• •^

there you go sweetheart♡ I'm sorry if there are some mistakes! hope you like it

HADES: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Listen here, guys. We all know he's one of the best at this. You need something? No problem, your every wish is an order, you're his empress after all.

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

Hades loves his chest. After sex you always fall asleep on him, listening to his heart while Hades holds you in his arms. His favourite body part of yours are your thighs. They are so soft! How can he not squish them while he fucks you?

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

Hades likes to cum inside. Breeding you has always been a dream of his, the mere thought of having little you and him around... literally MELTS his heart.

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

He'd like to give you a deepthroat: his empress must be strong, so you can totally take it, right?

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Hades doesn't leave Hellheim very often, for this reason he's not much experienced. But don't worry, he doesn't need that to make you a total mess during sex.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

Missionary all the way. It makes him feel powerful over your small figure, plus he can admire your body more. Hades thinks it's the most romantic position and he loves when you moan in his ears.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

He's serious and doesn't crack any jokes. Hades takes sex very seriously, you'll only see him smile when he takes care of you after.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

Ladies and gentlemen, they match. He's pretty clean and shaved, too.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

With him, it's either kinky as hell or passionate as fuck. He leaves the decision to you tho.

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

He doesn't. Not at all.

K: kinks <their kinks>

A massive daddy kink.

Be ready to call him "daddy" all night long, he will thrust in you harder if you don't. Plus, he loves to hear you beg.

BREEDING KINK.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

Hades likes to keep your sex life in the bedroom; but, hey, you can easily fuck in all the palace's room.

M: motivation <what turns them on>

When you act all motherly and kind. He fantasize every now and then about you two having babies, so seeing you act like that really turns him on.

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Pushing you over your limits. Please, tell him if you can't take it anymore. He would freak out in case you pass out in his arms.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

Hades doesn't have any preference, the choice is up to you.

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

Damn, girl! He likes it rough! Fucking you dumb is amazing, especially when he fills you up and you do all those pretty faces.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

I feel like he wouldn't like them much, he prefers proper sex.

R: risk <...DUH>

He's the type to not take them, and don't ask him to be the bottom...again.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

It's usually three or two since they aren't really "rounds", but more like sessions. This means he can go for about 40 minutes...maybe more-

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

Hades has no toys, but he likes using some of them on you. His favourite thing to do is insert a buttplug in your ass everytime he cums inside it.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

He likes to tease you so much! Beg for him, please, and be as loud as possible: everyone in the palace must know to NOT enter your room.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

He is pretty quite actually. Only grunts leave his mouth, even if, sometimes, there are some exceptions (but don't tell him I told you).

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

He was so damn afraid to not fit in you, the fear of hurting you was unbearable, but he's happy that it turned out well in the end. You're his strong empress after all, what could he expect?

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

I'll give him 8 inches and the tip is #f5c1a6. Good luck! Slightly curved to the left.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

Not that horny, but the more you guys fuck the more he yearns it.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Hades doesn't fall asleep, he prefers to keep you close hearing the soft sounds that escape your mouth while you hug him in your sleep.

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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A-Z Yandere Prompts w/ Dialogue Starters

A is for... Appetite

“I want to know how you’ll taste between my teeth.”

“I can never get enough of you. I’ll drink you down to the last sip.”

“You look delicious. I won't stop until I’ve eaten every bite.”

B is for... Brand

“I’m going to engrave myself into your very being.”

“We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent, no one will dare touch you again.”

“With this tattoo I’ve claimed you.”

C is for... Consequences

“Don’t play with fire if you don’t want to burn.”

“Don’t complain now – you did this to yourself.”

“You reap what you sow.”

D is for... Delusion

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

“Why are you acting like you don’t know me?”

“Why are you running? I did this for you!”

E is for... Eradicate

“You don’t need a job, baby. Your job is being mine.”

“You’re better off without them anyway.”

“I removed the problem. You should be thanking me.”

F is for... Forbidden

“You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.”

“They will never let us be together unless we make them.”

“It’s only taboo to those who’ve never loved like us.”

G is for... Game

“Here kitty, kitty.”

“I don’t know how to lose.”

“One, two, Daddy is coming for you. Three, four, knocking down your door.”

H is for... Harmless

“I would never hurt you. You know that, right?”

“Why are you scared?”

“You’re the only reason worth living for.”

I is for... Isolation

“Why would you want to leave? I’m keeping you here for your own good!”

“There’s nothing left for you but me. Everyone else is gone.”

“No one will ever find you here.”

J is for... Jealousy

“If his filthy hands touch you again I’ll kill him.”

“Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?”

“I can’t control how I react when your eyes wander.”

K is for... Kidnap

“You say kidnap, I say date. Who’s really to know?”

“It’s not kidnapping when your soul yearns to be here.”

“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now.”

L is for... Lies

“The truth would have just hurt you.”

“I’m not lying – I bent the truth a little to protect you.”

“Don’t you believe me?”

M is for... Manipulation

“I’ve done everything for you and this is how you repay me?”

“If you leave me now I’ll die. I can’t survive without you.”

“I told you they couldn’t be trusted.”

N is for... Neglect

“Stop ignoring me!”

“Look at you, you’re skin and bones.”

“If you won’t take care of yourself I will be forced to do it for you.”

O is for... Obsession

“It’s our anniversary! How could you forget? There isn’t a single thing I don’t remember about you.”

“So it's a little crush when you fawn over him but it's an obsession when I pay attention to you?”

“I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. You’re all I can think about.”

P is for... Persistence

“To my dying breath, I’ll never let you go.”

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

Q is for Quid Pro Quo

“If you do this for me I’ll think about helping you.”

“Well, I guess it pays to have friends in high places.”

“You owe me.”

R is for... Restraints

“I’ll let you go when you understand this is where you belong.”

“Your poor wrists… Maybe next time you’ll do what I say the first time I ask.”

“The cuffs will come off when you start acting like someone who doesn’t need them.”

S is for... Spoil

“I’d do anything for you, babe. Anything.”

“Is this okay? Did I do well?”

“Nothing is ever enough for you, is it?”

T is for... Training

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way. It’s up to you.”

“Haven’t we already moved past this? Do I have to train you again?”

“Patience is a virtue. We’ll keep going until you learn.”

U is for... Unending

“No matter how long you make me wait, our love will never die.”

“The only way out of this house is death.”

“There is no end. We are eternal.”

V is for... Voyeur

“Don’t act as if you don’t know me. I've been watching you watch me.”

“I like you best when you’re sleeping.”

“If I don’t keep an eye on you, who knows what will happen?”

W is for... Worship

“You’re my whole world, my Goddess. You're more than divine, you’re celestial.”

“Let me show you what adoration truly looks like.”

“No matter what you do to me, I’ll worship the very ground you walk on. That's what it means to love someone.”

X is for... XOXO

“I want to hold you but I can’t. Once I do, I know I’ll never stop.”

“I need to kiss every inch of your skin.”

“When we part, every caress becomes more agonizing than the last.”

Y is for... Yearn

“I’m aching for your touch.”

“You’re my oasis. Please don’t leave me thirsting.”

“You don’t know true pain. I’ll show you what it really means to crave something.”

Z is for... Zealot

“You are my religion.”

“Words like radical and extremist are just a pseudonym for enthusiastic.”

“No matter the world, we are fated. Through time and space we will always find each other.”

~Feel free to reblog and use~

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WOOYOUNG NSFW ALPHABET

A - Aftercare (how is he after sex)

Wooyoung is a sweetheart and we know it, he will ask you if you need anything and he'll caress your hair while you're falling asleep together.

B- Bodypart (his favourite bodypart on you)

Your eyes. He goes crazy for those eyes, wether they look up at him innocently or if they're filled with lust, everything's sexy to him.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He probably loves to cum on your body, preferably your chest (he might even lick it off)

D - Dirty secret (his dirty secret)

Wooyoung isn't very secretive about his dirty fantasies, he doesn't mind telling you at all, but he hasn't told you yet about the time he used your panties to jerk off on tour-

E - Experience (how experienced is he?)

Wooyoung is fairly experienced I think, he definitely knows how to play and what to do/not to do.

F - Favourite position

Missionary because he gets off on the expressions on your face, but also loves doggy style mirror sex.

G - Goofy (how he acts in the moment?)

He might be a bit goofy sometimes but not often, he's more of a smirking/teasing kind of guy.

H - Hair (how groomed is he?)

I think he's well groomed, he has some hair there because he's too lazy to shave all off and he probably thinks it's annoying but he makes sure to keep it neat and clean for you.

I - Intimacy (how passionate is he?)

Oh this man can get really intimate and passionate. You might forget because of his teasing and bratty persona but when you're alone he'll become more serious and really affectionate to you.

J - Jack off (how often does he masturbate?)

Probably 4-5 times a week but don't be surprised if it's more than that.

K - Kink

He probably enjoys a little bit of pain play because he loves to bite, he might enjoy spanking, but the biggest kink of all... *drum roll* DEGRADING KINK. (This man loves being degraded and we all know it like... he literally confessed it a thousand times).

L - Location (what's his favourite place to have sex?)

Everywhere around the house honestly, also loves it when you come blow him inbetween dance practices.

M - Motivation (what keeps him going?)

The pleasure expressions on your face do it for him.

N - NO (what is a no-go for him/turn-offs?)

I don't think he'll do role play in bed? It's not something he really hates or anything but he doesn't wanna make it an act, he just wants it to be reality between you two (does that make sense?).

O - Oral (giving or receiving, skill etc.)

He's more on the receiving side I think, but he'll make sure to give you your turn too, but he might use his hands more than his mouth (that doesn't mean he won't tho🤪).

P - Pace (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

I see him as more of a fast&rough kind of guy cause he has no patience and he loves the chaos.

Q - Quickie (their opinion on quickies)

Loves quickies, he'll literally do anything to get in your pants at any place, any time.

R - Risk (experiments, taking risks etc.)

We know him. He loves this kind of shit. He'll gladly experiment with different kinks, will come up with new positions and would get kicks out of doing stuff at places he'll be caught (not like illegally but like...with members etc.)

S - Stamina (how long does he last?)

He lasts for about 2-3 rounds I think? Might need you to be on top for the 3rd round.

T - Toys (do they own toys? does he use them with his partner or himself?)

He doesn't mind toys at all. I don't think he owns them but he'll use it with you if you want to.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

I don't even need to elaborate on how much of a tease this guy actually is. He'll play with your mind and body and make you go crazy before actually giving in and do something about what's going on between your legs.

V - Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make?)

Wooyoung is a loud mf and he will be in bed too. Loud moans, whines, any sound, honestly.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

Before you knew it Wooyoung had shoved you inside some sort of broom closet. His lips were all over your neck as his fingers unbuttoned your pants and slid into your underwear. "Wooyoung we gotta go back to your practice room, they'll come find us," you moaned as he played with your slick. "Then they'll find us. Gotta make my precious cum first."

X - X-Ray (what's going on in them pants?)

Probably average, more thick and girthy than it is long and probably has those sexy veins of his run along the shaft.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sexdrive?)

HIGH sexdrive. Like he can do it any day. Multiple times.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

He won't pass out until he knows you're all good. He'll wanna sleep with you in his arms tho.

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louellaby · 7 months

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FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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C H A P T E R V I I

「 To My Dear Family 」

"MC, we're leaving now. Take good care of the house with Soley until we get back. Make sure nothing bad happens or there will be consequences. Am I clear?"

The demon brothers were summoned to the castle by Diavolo. It seemed something so important, having the need to summon them so early in the morning. Lucifer said to make sure nothing bad happened while he was going on and on about minding the mansion, but you knew he wasn't talking about the building. He wanted you to make sure nothing bad happens to Soley. Otherwise, it's him you'll answer to.

"Yes, Lucifer. I heard you loud and clear. I hope you have a safe trip."

As soon as the seven of them departed without saying much to you, you headed towards your bedroom in hopes of studying the material Solomon gave you as homework. When you passed by Soley's room, you noticed how quiet it was. As if you were infected with the brothers' care for her, worry filled you, and you immediately knocked on the door. There was no answer, so you knocked once more. Just as you were about to knock again, you received a message on your D.D.D. from the girl herself.

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S O L E Y

Hello, MC. I went out today with a few of my demon friends.

Lucifer already knows this.

Don't worry about me though, I'll be fine on my own.

Do you want anything from the village?

I'll bring it back home for you.

Y O U

To which village are you heading?

You should have told me that first before you left. Lucifer never said anything about you leaving today.

S O L E Y

Well, maybe he forgot to tell you.

Although, I did tell him last night when we were in his office.

Maybe it slipped his mind because his paperwork's been piling up again.

Y O U

That's weird...

Lucifer usually never forgets anything, nor does he let anything slide right by him.

Are you sure you told him?

S O L E Y

Whether you believe me or not is up to you. It won't change the fact that I'm already outside, and I'm not telling you where I am since you'll just drag me back to the house.

I'm not a little girl anymore, MC, I can take care of myself. Tell Lucifer and his brothers that, too, because they tend to worry so much about me.

Too much even.

Y O U

You really should be more careful, Soley. Those boys are worried for good reason.

I know you think you can handle yourself, but just remember that you're in the Devildom.

This place is dangerous for humans like us. So please tell me where you are so I can at least come and protect you in any case something happens.

... Soley?

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You didn't receive a reply, which made you anxious. Taking your coat with you, you dashed out of the house and headed towards Purgatory Hall. You had a feeling that Soley might have just ignored your message and didn't want to say anymore, but you couldn't risk it. You didn't want to risk anything at that moment.

As you were catching your breath from running a long way, you knocked at the door of Purgatory Hall. It opened shortly after your last knock and revealed a certain angel that displayed worry on his face the moment he laid his eyes on you.

"MC? What are you doing here? Did you run all the way here from the House of Lamentation?" Cassiel was there by your side when you almost fell to the ground. Not only were your legs trembling, but also your hands, and just your whole body. The angel first assumed that you were frightened, but a glint of a certain look in your eyes told him something different.

"M-MC!" The two of you heard a voice from down the hall of the entrance. A young angel came running towards you as soon as he saw you from the window of his bedroom. You tried to look as well as you could, but you couldn't fool him. Letting the older angel carry you inside, Luke followed the two of you shortly after closing the front door. Simeon and Solomon entered the living room where Cassiel placed you on the couch, and Luke handed you a cup of warm tea he brewed before you arrived.

But you knew you had no time for all of that. You told them what was troubling you. At first, they, too, were worried until a few seconds passed, and the thought came to them. Was it really a bad thing for Soley to disappear?

"Please help me find Soley and bring her back home! I... I need to make sure she's safe. Otherwise, my p—...p— I just.. —p-please....!" You bowed your head towards them after speaking as fast— or even faster than Leviathan whenever he's in one of his moods. They barely understood your words, so they missed the slip-up in your stuttering. You looked at all of them with your adorable puppy eye look. It was something you knew they could never resist, and something you very much needed.

Seeing a lot of ripples from the cup of tea in your hand due to your shaking, Luke grew more worried about you. You knew the young angel wouldn't allow anything bad happening to Soley, even when he wasn't fond of her as well. He was a proper angel in the making, after all.

"We have to find her quickly!" Luke exclaimed as he looked at Simeon and Solomon for help. Simeon nodded in agreement. Solomon hesitated. He looked at you, wondering if that's what you really wanted. When you nodded at him, he sighed deeply and agreed to help. He really couldn't say no to you.

Before the sorcerer could leave the room to prepare a way to locate Soley, he received a message from one of his pact demons. Barbatos himself. He then informed the rest of what the butler told him.

"Apparently, we don't have to worry about Soley anymore. Barbatos said that she's secretly being monitored, so if something happens to her, he'll be alerted right away."

Barbatos, huh? A wave of relief washed your troubles away, making you melt onto the sofa. Luke dropped himself on the spot next to you, and he rested his body against yours. He looked happy to see you again... It hurt. Why couldn't they look at you like that anymore?

After a few hours of catching up with them and getting to eat Luke's delicious cookies again, you headed back out. You agreed to let Cassiel walk you home, knowing he had something he wanted to talk to you about, and it was making you wonder. As if he could read your thoughts, he answered that question.

"Did you make up your mind yet, MC?"

"... Yes, actually.... I'm going to leave."

"I see... Back to the Human Realm, then?"

You smiled sadly in response. You looked around you and watched as the lights shone upon every demon in the streets. You passed by the stores filled with memories of you and the brothers. Memories that seemed to be too far away from your reach.

When you reached for the gates of the house, Cassiel grabbed your hand and squeezed it for a tiny moment. You quietly questioned his intentions before he spoke up, "When you ever need something, please don't hesitate to tell me. You may not think I'm as reliable as the brothers, but I'm sure I can help you in a way they can't.... So when that happens..."

The way the angel was acting made you wonder something about him. Was he always like that? Now that you thought about it, you've never had the chance to judge his character properly. You've never really seen him at the moments when he's most happy, sad, excited, or flustered. So, in the end, you ended up taking his offer. When you did, he smiled with content and waited for you to head inside the house before turning on his heels and heading back home.

You returned to your room, mind filled with thoughts. Disturbing, blurry yet clear, pretty little thoughts. Those were all you needed to pick up your pen and start writing on a piece of paper.

There, Soley sat on your bed as she fidgeted with a sealed envelope containing the letter you had just written. She recalled the sight of you when she had just returned home; you were walking down the stairs of the entrance hall, heading towards the front door with your packed luggage in hand.

"MC? Are you going somewhere?"

"Soley...! You're... home... Much, much earlier than I expected."

"Yeah, well... something happened... Never mind that— Where are you going?"

"I'm... I'm heading back to the human world."

Soley squealed with excitement, letting herself fall backwards onto your bed, hovering the letter she had already ripped open above her face.

"I left a letter for the brothers in my room... It's just on my pillow. So, if they don't see it tonight, can you give it to them tomorrow? I want you to make sure they read it after I'm already gone."

After she finished reading the contents of your message, she pushed herself up and ran out of your room. She rushed towards the common room, somewhere she knew the brothers wouldn't be around for long after just getting home. She made her way towards the fireplace and squatted down, carefully watching the flame dance before reaching the letter out to it. It didn't take long for the fire to engulf the whole thing, and the girl was smiling during the whole procedure.

The flame danced and danced and danced some more until there was nothing left of the papers but soot and ash. Soley jumped in surprise and got up on her feet when she heard the common room doors slowly creak open. She immediately dusted herself off and made sure she looked proper before facing the eldest born who had just entered the room.

"Soley, what are you doing so close to the fireplace?"

"Calm down, Lucifer. I didn't get hurt, I promise, so don't worry about me! I was just a bit cold, but I'm better now! Much, much better!"

"... Alright. We brought dinner from Hell's Kitchen, so head to the dining room. Everyone's already waiting."

"Okaayyy~!"

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To my dear family,

I just wanted to say that I still love you no matter what happens, and I want the best for all of you. I've never thought that things would go this way. Not since you accepted me as part of your family all those years ago. I really wished it didn't come to this, but it's too late for that now.

I want you all to know that I'm happy for you. You're all cheerful and content with how everything is, and... that makes me really happy...

I'm writing this letter as a goodbye. A goodbye to all of our precious memories together and to what could have been. I'm really sorry that I went with this instead of personally saying goodbye, but even if I did get the chance to speak with you, I knew I wouldn't be able to bear it. I can't part with you while I look at your faces, so this is the best way. And, if there was any chance at all, I wouldn't want you to stop me.

By the time you're reading this, I've already left for the human realm. If you ever want to see me again, I added my home address and contact information on here. Please find me whenever you want to because I know for a fact that I would want to see you again and be part of your family once more. But for now, it's goodbye.

I'll be leaving my D.D.D. with Diavolo and Barbatos, so please don't contact me there anymore. It would be useless as I won't be able to see your messages.

Well... this letter has gone off long enough, so I'll stop here. Just remember that I love each and every one of you. I'm looking forward to you reaching out to me.

With all the love and wishes,

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「 CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VIII 」

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me replaced mc au #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #Forget-Me-Not

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milomoonsies · 7 months

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B A N G T H E B O D Y G U A R D ! ! !

Pairing: Regulus Black/James Potter

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 7k

Tags: Modern AU Setting, Bodyguard!James, DataAnalyst!Regulus, Dom/Sub Undertones, Daddy Kink sorry bro don't look atme

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“Aren’t you just the littlest bit proud of me?” Regulus asked. “Made it all the way back home without you knowing.”

“Six security officers watched you climb and then fall off a fence. We have it on camera. You could’ve just told me you wanted to leave. I would’ve taken you out the back, you muppet.”

Regulus stifled a laugh. Maybe he wasn’t as sober as he thought.

x x x

Regulus is the unwilling son of the foreign secretary. James is his six-foot, sex-on-legs, Krav-Maga-wielding, Margaritaville-loving "Specialist Protection Officer".

Regulus has no choice but to fuck him.

#jegulus #james x regulus #jegulus smut #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #starchaser #this is filth im sorry #i will drown myself in holy water #milo writes

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jaybirdswriting · 8 months

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Love Language Prompts: Gift Giving /Receiving (・ω・)っ由

A: Character A leaves little wrapped gifts all over the house for Character B to find. They're finding them up to six months after they first appeared.

B: Character A makes up fake holidays so they have an excuse to give the people they care about gifts.

C: Character A keeps a list of all of Character B's favorite things so they always have a good idea of what to get them.

D: Character A wraps all their friends gifts in personalized wrapping paper.

E: Character A gets Character B a little something every single time they go the store. (EX: A soda, a candy bar, their favorite fruit, etc.)

F: Character A thinks Character B doesn't appreciate their gifts that much. Until they go in their room for the first time and find all of them proudly displayed on their dresser.

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G: Character A always buys Character B gifts in a certain color they think suits them. (EX: A character with purple eyes is always given purple gifts.)

H: Character A once came home to their entire house filled to the brim with flower bouquets.

I: Character A gifts Character B their favorite childhood toy that they lost long ago.

J: Character A nearly dies saving a gift Character B gave them because it meant so much to them.

K: Character A's outfit is covered in little pins that Character B got them.

L: Character A has a really niche interests and hobbies. Somehow Character B always manages to find a gift revolving around it anyways.

M: Character A was afraid to admit that they love receiving gifts because they don't want to seem materialistic. When they eventually confessed, Character B gave them a wide grin and told them that they love nothing more than getting someone a good gift.

N: Character A always kisses the gift before they give it to Character B. They say they carry more love that way.

O: Character A doesn't even know how Character B gets certain gifts for them. They'll just come in the door like "I found you this sword that was made in 1800," and Character A can only respond with "How the hell did you find a sword that was made in 1800?"

P: Character A gifts Character B a family heirloom to let them know that they see them as part of their family.

Q: Character A gifted Character B their most signature outfit item.

R: Character A kept the wrapping paper from the first present Character B gave them.

S: Character A makes Character B their favorite sweet treat for every holiday and/or big occasion.

T: If Character A says they like anything Character B is already pulling out their wallet.

U: Character A is always giving Character B the most heartfelt gifts. They once gave them a jar with a 100 pieces of paper that had something they loved about them written on it.

V: Character A loves to pay for events to spoil Character B. Whenever they go out to eat or get coffee it makes Character A so happy to get the bill.

W: Character A thinks they're going to die during a mission. Therefore, they give their most precious object to the person closest to them.

X: Character A had to put a price limit on Character B because they love buying them extravagant gifts.

Y: Character A cries when B gives them a gift because they've never received a present before.

Z: Character A gifts Character B a music box with their favorite song playing inside.

#writing #writeblr #prompts #writing prompts #oc prompts #otp prompts #romance prompts

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yanderemcu · 4 months

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Yandere Bucky Barnes Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Cuddling,hand holding, kissing,hugging, hair playing,arm over shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Hes not that open with most people but with you he told you everything once you fully love him back

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Spanking,holding you with his metal arm,silent treatment

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

8 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Same level as you

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married and have a cat

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Old stuff,CDS,clothes,sweets,blankets,flowers,stuff animals

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His angry moments, his nightmares,his punishments, when he's Winter Solider

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

9/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

Very easily. Glares at anyone near you besides Steve

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Uses his metal arm. Becomes the Winter Soldier

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

Show him affection, be nice to him or comfort him after a nightmare

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Doll,doll face,hunny bun,baby,angel face,beautiful, Darling,dove,kitten

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

Stays alone,broken. Doesn't talk to anyone

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He'd be heartbroken and promise himself that he'd find you again

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

8/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Jealous,Possessive, stalker,Obsessive, clingy,sweet,caring, Overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

He's a bit old fashioned

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

He'd hate himself and blame himself

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

A little bit. His past,Hydra and Winter Soldier

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

4/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)��

Holds you with his metal arm

#yandere #yandere bucky barnes #yandere marvel #yandere mcu #yandere boy #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #winter soldier #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #marvel #mcu #sebastian stan

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zeltqz · 2 years

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clouded || shuji hanma .

S U M M A R Y - You decide to take it a step further in your relationship with Shuji--taking him to visit your family and he thinks it would be a great idea to fuck with you during the family dinner.

T A G S - fem!reader, exhibitionism, oral sex, vaginal fingering, pet name, dirty talk, bathroom sex, spit kink (hanma is nasty as hell), overstimulation

N O T E S - i wanna improve on my smut so like....lmk how you liked it plz

W O R D C O U N T - 4.8k

# @magentaviolette @gajeelstan @nalyana @bigsuitcasemugdiplomat @lele26

“Shuji?”

Your soft voice is barely reaching his ears. His body is tired and shut down as he lays in bed, eyes glued shut—but responds regardless. Using all his energy, he manages to mutter out a groan as a response.

You shift so you're facing him, drumming your fingers along his chest as you ask him the question you’d been waiting for your entire 2 year relationship.

“Do you wanna meet my parents?”

Your family is pretty strict—which is why you kept your relationship a secret for this long. They’re the typical no sex before marriage type, no relationship until marriage (which you’d told them countless times make no sense, but they refuse to hear you out).

They have no clue you have a boyfriend, in fact how they found out was an accident. You were calling them from your house phone, checking in on them since the last time you’d seen them in person was a couple months ago, when Shuji called your name from upstairs.

Shuji has a loud distinct voice and your mother has super-hearing, so it was only expected for her to hear the loud call of —‘Babe, c’mere real quick’—. You were frozen as your mother bombarded you with questions:

“You have a boyfriend?!”

“How long has this been going on?”

“Does he treat you well?”

“When do we get to meet him?!”

You panicked and blurted out this weekend, since you were planning on heading back out to the countryside to go see them regardless. Now that was sorted, the only thing left on your list was to get Shuji to come with you.

Shuji is… well… not the best person with his words. You know for a fact he’s going to blurt some bullshit out at the dinner table and make your parents hate his guts for the rest of your life.

And Shuji isn’t the type of guy you can just bring home to your parents. For one the tattoo’s. You had a migraine just thinking about how your parents would react to his tattoo’s. Your mother would most definitely faint, your father would drag him out the house and tell you to stop dating such a ‘thuggish delinquent’.

(You know he would because when your sister at 19 years old brought home her delinquent boyfriend, he reacted the exact same way).

You also know that it would take Shuji a lot of convincing to try get him to come see your parents — which is why you planned on asking him while he was half asleep, knowing he would just say yes to everything you were asking him to get you to shut up and let him sleep.

“Shuji?” You ask again to see if his body had shut down yet. When you see his body twist to face you, his eye opens just barely, you know he’s still awake. “Have you ever thought about visiting my parents?”

“Hm?”

You groan, knowing you’re going to have to repeat yourself at least three more times before he gets it. “I said, do you wanna meet my parents?”

“Mm-h-hm sure.”

“For real? It’s this weekend, and I’ll need you to cover up your tattoo’s and be on your best behaviour the entire day. Okay?”

“Yeah…sure whatever babe.” He shifts into a more comfortable position and drifts off to sleep. You take a deep breath before turning off the lamp on your bedside table, snuggling up next to him as you fall asleep.

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“Can’t believe you’re making me do this shit.” Shuji throws his head back against the head of the seat as cringes as he feels you apply foundation on his hands—just over his tattoo’s. The coldness wetting his skin with every press of the beauty blender.

“Stop complaining and give me your other hand.” He obliges, lifting his right hand and braces himself for the cold squelch of the foundation on his palms.

He hates makeup.

“Can’t believe you hafta do this crap every fuckin’ day.” He misses his tats already, his skin feels bare and naked being all covered up like this. Just moments before he drove to your parents house, you were running around different makeup stores, trying to find his shade.

He thought you were just playin’ about covering up his tats, like it was just a stupid prank to get him ready to meet your strict parents. But the moment he parked the car and you asked him to give you his hands, he knew it wasn’t a prank nomore.

“Stop complaining Shuji,” you pause your dapping to apply more foundation onto his hands. “I promise you my parents will love you. As long as you keep your mouth shut and act normal.”

“I do act normal.”

“You and I both know that’s not true, Shuji.”

He lets out a giggle and bites his bottom lip to suppress his laugh. It’s true—he’s a fucked up individual and you know it too—which is why he appreciates you so much. You accept him for who he is and don’t want him to change for anybody.

Except for today. But it’s understandable. It’s your parents. If today goes badly, then well… your future together won’t be as smooth as it would if today goes well. Which is why he’s willing to make the effort to be a gentleman.

Just for today though.

“Are you done yet?” He’s starting to get impatient, having to hold his arm out for you to apply fucking make up on his hands. It’s tiring.

“No—your tats are so thick, I need to apply multiple coats.”

“How bout—” Shuji removes his hand away from yours and lifts your chin up to face him “—you stop stressing, and let’s head inside already.”

“Do you promise to be on your best behaviour?” You drop the makeup supplies onto the chair as he’s lifting you from your seat, placing you perfectly onto his lap.

“I promise baby.” The corner of his lips tilting up crookedly as he brushes his nose against yours. He can feel you physically relax ontop of him and he realises that this is really important to you. Your parents' opinion of him.

He frankly doesn’t give two fucks about what your parents think of him. If they hate him, he’d continue dating you because he wants to. And he’d even marry you out of spite—just to piss them off.

Even give them front row seats to the wedding. Heh—he’s already cheesing just thinking about the irritated looks on your parents face.

“Why are you smiling?” You notice the grin on his face is one that reeks of mischief and you start to panic again, “Hanma, if you’re planning somethin—”

“Relaxxxx, m’not plannin’ anythin’.”

You lift your arms up to place them behind his head, scratching your fingers along the hairs at the back of his head. “I’m so nervous.”

He leans in and kisses you. It’s short and quick and you realise it was a kiss to just reassure you. Before he could tell you everything would be just fine, there’s a knock on the car window, and you both turn to face the woman.

All colour drains from your face as you realise who’s at the window. Your auntie who’s giving you an odd stare as she sees you perched on Shuji’s lap, engaging in a kissing session.

Shuji simply raises his brow—because who the fuck is this bitch to interrupt his time with you. He watches you as you scramble wind the window down, a forced fake smile on your face as you greet the woman.

The moment the words ‘auntie’ leave your lips, his amusement perks up. No wonder you've looked like you’d just seen the ghosts of your ancestors outside that window.

“Auntie? Hahaha, what are you doing here?” You try to act like you’re not sitting on your boyfriend’s lap right now. Even if you tried to move, you’d probably hit your feet along the gearbox and just embarrass yourself further. So you swallow hard and stay planted on his lap.

“I’m visiting your parents…” her eyeline trails over to Shuji, “and who’s this?”

“This? He’s my boyfriend. But, um, what do you mean you’re seeing my parents? I thought it was just me and them today?”

“No? It’s a family get-together. Your grandparents, uncles, siblings and cousins are there.” She calls over to her son and he walks into frame, holding a tray of food. The aroma hits you like a slap in the face and Shuji’s brain malfunctions. Fuck—he’s so hungry.

“Did you bring any food?” She sticks her head inside the car, eyeing the foundation bottle at the front of the car. The backseat is empty and her face falls into a slight frown. “Oh. I see nothing is prepared.”

You just want to sink into the chair and die. Shuji feels you deflate ontop of him and rubs circles into your waist, trying to soothe you. The action doesn’t go unmissed by your auntie and you subtly try to get him to stop, but he doesn’t listen.

She stands up and readjuts her clothes. “Well, I’ll see you inside? C’mon let’s go.” Your cousin gives you a little wave before following his mother across the street and disappearing inside the house.

“Well, that’s off to a good start.” You sigh and rest your head in the crook of his neck. His plain palm comes up and rubs your back, kissing your forehead, muttering something like it’ll be okay.

You’re a bit shocked he hasn’t felt the pressure yet. It’s not just visiting your parents anymore—it’s now the whole family. If you were in his position, you’d be shitting yourself yet he looks so relaxed…and unbothered.

“Ready to head inside?”

You wish you stayed inside that car, because the moment you entered, all eyes were on you. Your auntie clearly went and told the entire house about the PDA session going on in the car just moments prior because your father was burning holes into Shuji’s head as he towered behind you.

Your sister appreciated him and welcomed him with open arms because she knows how it feels to be in your position—except the entire family wasn’t present for her—your mother also welcomed him and you were glad because there was no fainting which is a good sign.

Shuji could practically feel a hole being burnt through his head the entire hour he was there. That stare from your father was doing a horrible job at trying to intimidate him. If anything, it made Shuji want to act out even more.

His fingers were itching with the want and need to give your aunties and uncles a sly stupid remark at everything they were saying at the dinner table. He could tell you wanted to leave with that forced smile on your face with every failed joke your relatives made.

He’s had enough honestly.

Besides, he couldn’t really eat the food with the uncomfortable stares he was receiving from your dad. Standing up from the table, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You felt like having a panic attack, the way your auntie was subtly taking jabs at you the entire dinner.

The moment you entered that bathroom, you splashed water on your face, trying to cool your burning hot face. You were mad, ashamed and upset. You were so excited for today and it just doesn’t feel like a family reunion.

You were so mad, you forgot to even lock the door. Well—you think you locked the door, only to see the lock becoming undone in the mirror. Shuji had picked the locks and entered the bathroom, locking it behind him.

“What are you—”

You’re shut up when he tips forward to kiss you, adding pressure into the kiss as he tips your chin up to kiss you deeper. You’re confused—but you accept the kisses because you really needed this.

It’s not the most appropriate thing to be making out with your boyfriend in the bathroom whilst the whole family is downstairs—but you’re past caring now.

He is your stress reliever; and you are his.

You can taste the seasoning from the food your grandparents made on his tongue as he kisses you passionately, hands on your hips to hold you in place in case you feel like running away.

When he notes you have no intention of leaving—he takes it up a notch, breaking the kiss to pin you up against the wall. The moment you feel his hands sliding up your thighs to lift you up and off the ground—you snap out of the little trance you were in.

“Shu—shuji, m-my parents are down—”

“Don’t care.” The vibrations from his voice tickles your neck as he trails sloppy kisses along the column of your throat, up to your jaw before stopping by your ear, “Need you so bad—fuck.”

That’s when you can feel it, just brushing against your thigh, his cock is prominent and hard, poking into your skin. He can’t go back down there like this. Not with everything that’s already happened so far.

You grab onto his face and smash your lips together, trying to keep the noise down to a minimum as he sighs into your mouth. Dragging your hands down his chest, you rest them just along his bulge, sliding your fingers along his length, relishing in the grunts and moans you graciouslly swallow up as you deepen the kiss.

He pulls away and mutters something into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin to distract you. You bite your lip and close your eyes, head knocking against the wall as you give him more access to your neck. His lips always feel so good, always enough to satisfy you.

There’s a wet sensation on your skin as he drags his tongue along your neck before latching his lips onto the skin and sucking hard. You don’t even realise what he’s doing until you can practically feel the blood rushing to that spot on your neck.

He’s giving you hickey.

“S-shuji, no marks–!” You groan when he doesn’t listen to you, in fact he’s heard you—he just doesn’t care. The wet suction on your neck feels so good—like he’s memorised all your special spots, almost has your eyes rolling back. You feel weak beneath him as his lips start sucking and nipping at your skin.

He can’t decide where to leave marks, so he alternates between your jaw and neck as his hands slide up to your top. “Take this shit off.” He mutters before getting back to work, teeth sinking into your skin like a vampire.

You whimper but oblige anyway—knowing that disobeying him gets nowhere. Sliding your fingers under your blouse, you lift it up and over your head. By the time you get it over your head, you can see Shuji’s eyes already oogling at your chest.

“Stop doing that, you pervert.” You reach behind you to unfasten the straps of your bra and the moment it falls to the ground, his huge palm is already grabbing your breasts, moulding them to his liking in his hands.

You can’t help but bite your lip—his hands feel so good. You regret covering his palms because you enjoy seeing the words ‘Sin’ and ‘Punishment’ on your skin everytime he manhandles you, or fucks you into oblivion, or plays with your tits in such a manner that has your knees failing to work.

“Shuji—wash it off.”

He flicks his eyes up at you. “Hm? Wash what?”

You know he knows what you’re talking about. That stupid grin on his face says otherwise. You push at his chest, creating some distance between the two of you so you can slide down to the ground. Grabbing onto his wrists, you walk over to the sink and run the taps. “Wash it off.”

“Yes ma’am.” The foundation rinses off easily, the big black and bold kanji reappearing on his hands. God—they’re so hot. You lift his hand up to your lips and press a soft kiss along his skin whilst looping your other arm around his neck, pulling him down to your level for a kiss.

He tugs his hands free from your grip and slides them down your body, gripping your ass through your leggings with pure nonchalance. His fingers squeeze and roll the flesh in his palms and it almost hurts, but you like it so much.

He lifts you easily onto the sink, the position is very uncomfortable but before you could shift into a more comfortable position, his fingers are sliding over your clit through your leggings. You moan softly as he presses firm against your nub.

“Raise your head f’me.”

“No more marks—please—” You swallow before tilting your neck to the side, allowing him to run his lips along your skin once more. The moment you feel his lips suction against your skin, you let out an annoyed groan, trying to rip his face away from your neck.

His hand is around your throat so fast you didn’t even comprehend when he had moved it. The chokehold prevents your movements and allows him to mark you up, kissing along your jawline and leaving red marks on the way.

You know for a fact it’ll be a pain to go back downstairs like this, and worse thing worse you didn’t bring any spare foundation for yourself.

Fucking Hanma Shuji.

“You promised me yo—you’d behave.” You manage to choke out. You swallow hard when his laugh vibrations along your skin, the urge to shove him away from you grows by the second.

“Plans change.” Was his response as he uses the grip on your throat to tug you down from the sink and onto your knees. “Now c’mon—” he runs his fingers along your lips before sinking his thumb into your wet mouth, “—gonna show me how pretty your mouth is?”

He looks at you as if he’s expecting you to respond despite having his thumb lodged so far into your mouth. You resort to nodding and reach up to his zipper, only for him to slap your hands away.

He pulls his cock out like it’s on display and it almost slaps you in the face. You always forget how big he is, despite fucking him so often. It was something you were scared of at first—now it’s something you crave. Whether it’s down your throat or shoved deep inside you to the point it’s bruising.

You. Don’t. Care.

“C’mon—need to feel you, princess.” Shuji grunts, tapping the blunt head against your lips, the movement smearing precum along your bottom lip. He groans when he sees your tongue dart out to lick at your bottom lip, savouring the salty taste of his cum on your tongue. “Dirty bitch.”

Your brows furrow at the insult. “Me? Dirty? I’ll never forget the time you spat inside my mo—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, your facial muscles are flinching and your eyes squeeze shut as you feel something wet hit your cheek. Your mouth falls open in shock at the retaliation he just spat on you.

“Oops.” He giggles, bending down and using your already mouth to his advantage— gathering more spit inside his mouth before spitting into your mouth. You whimper and groan before swallowing, brows creased in annoyance as he smiles down at you. “Now suck my cock—before it falls off.”

Lifting your forearm up, you cringe while wiping the spit dribbling down your cheek. The sounds of his giggles above you just irritate you even more, but you’re leaning forward anyway, fingers ready to grab his shaft, squeezing tight at the base as you tongue along his tip.

“Shit—” He hisses and closes his eyes, allowing himself to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock. Sliding your tongue down his shaft, you apply pressure to the prominent vein that leads down to the base. “Goddamn—your fuckin’ mouth—”

He grabs his tip and grips onto your head, tugging you back before shoving his cock into your mouth. You barely even get time to breath as he fucks your face like a man that doesn’t love you at all. It’s noisy and messy and you’re damn sure if it wasn’t for the music blasting downstairs in the living room then the entire family would’ve heard the lewd noises coming from the bathroom.

The pain from your scalp, along with the burn in your throat makes this unbearable, but you can feel yourself getting wetter. It’s shameful, it really is.

You’ll never admit it to him; but you enjoy the feeling of being used and spat on by him.

You know you should feel ashamed, your family is downstairs whilst you’re getting your throat fucked just upstairs. Yet your fingers slip inside your leggings to rub at your clit. It amazes you how wet you are, wet enough to just stick your fingers inside you straight up.

The moan you gargle around his cock sends vibrations up his entire body and he opens his eyes and looks down at you finger fucking yourself as you choke on his cock. “You’re rea—fuck— really fuckin’ slutty. Look at you.”

You can’t help but whimper as he reangles his hips to thrust even deeper down your throat. His hands gripping tight on your face as he watches the shiny layer of spit coating his cock disappear everytime he re-enters your mouth. “Fuck—m’gonna come.”

You gargle something around cock and his hips stutter, before one last hard thrust and you feel his cum seeping down your throat. His hand on your head is pressing you against his pelvis to the point as he calms down from his orgasm.

The wet squelch as he pulls out, followed by the loud strings of coughs that escape your mouth. Your throat burns, your voice is hoarse but before you could process anything, you feel yourself being lifted from the ground and placed onto another hard surface.

The awkward dip by your ass makes you realise he sat you down by the sink.

“Sorry baby, went a bit too far, didn’t I?” He coos, nudging your nose with his own and he presses small pecks onto your lips, “but it’s alright, gonna make you feel s’good.”

He takes the fingers you used to finger yourself and sucks on them. It tickles, feeling his tongue lap up the slick remaining on your fingers. You watch with wide eyes and parted lips as your fingers disappear into his mouth.

He pops them out with a loud pop noise before sinking down to his knees. Using two harge hands, he spreads your thighs apart and tugs you forward slightly, a loud yelp escaping you as you brace your hands against the sink before you fall off.

He runs his tongue along your clothed slit, mouthing at your cunt through the thin fabric of your leggings. “What’s gotten you so sensitive, hm?” He smiles between your legs as he feels your thighs quiver with every lick he gives you.

“Shuji—please— fuck—!” You try to remove your leggings, desperate to feel his hot tongue against your clit. His hands stop you just before you can pull them down.

“Nah-uh. Not yet. Gotta savour this.” His fingers leave dents on your thighs with how hard he’s gripping onto them, mouthing against your clothed cunt like a man starved. “You’re already drippin, can feel it even with these on.”

His finger hooks between the band of your legging, pulling back before letting go, allowing it to snap against your stomach.

“Shuujiiii, c’mon—ple-please.” It’s embarrassing how breathless you sounded already. Embarrassing to the point he even felt pity for you. The relief you felt when he finally slid your leggings down along with your panties, hips lifting up off the sink for easier access.

The moment you dropped your hips back down, you winced from the coldness from the sink. But you immediately fell into moans as he started to lap up your slit. Sliding the flat of his tongue down from your clit, tickling against your hole before sliding back up. His lips suction around your clit and you have to fight the urge to not scream. A hand leaving the sink to cover your mouth. Soft pants escape you as he digs his face further into your thighs, nose brushing against your clit as his tongue pushes past your tight hole.

His skilled tongue expands enough to stretch your inner walls as he tongue fucks you at a pace that shouldn’t even be humanely possible.

“Fuck,” you whimper into your palm, grinding your hips further into his face for more friction. Your other hand, clutching tightly against the sink to keep you upright. The skin on your fingers changes colours with how hard your grip was.

You throw your head back as you feel him slide his tongue out, replacing it almost instantly with a finger that slips in way too easily. His tongue flicks at your clit before sucking down hard, enough to make you bite the skin of your palm to seal your noises.

As if you thought the situation couldn’t get bad enough, you hear footsteps climbing up the stairs before the door handle jingles. It was a miracle Shuji locked the door after he entered—otherwise you would be screwed.

Loud knocks erupt and you feel Shuji pause his minstrations on your clit. Purple eyes boring into your own as he examines the panicked look on your face.

“Y/N? You’ve been in that bathroom a long time, everything alright?”

You let out a deep breath, realising it’s only your cousin. One around your age and not some judgment aunt or uncle ready to break the door down to grab you and drag you downstairs.

“I’m good, yeah. Just fixing my makeup.”

“Ahhh, I get the feeling—” You hear a thud on the door, as if she’s leaning her body against the door “—need any help? It’s always faster with a third party—”

“No!! I’m good, don’t need any help. Thank you though.”

“Yeah? Okay Miss Independent. Whatcha re-doin? Foundation or—”

“Just eyeliner.”

Hanma starts to get irritated and bored by this conversation about makeup products he doesn’t care about.

“Ooh! I have this really pretty purple eyeliner. Next time we meet, I can give it to you.”

“Yeah, I would like that a l—lot–ah fuck!—” Your voice trails off into a moan when Shuji resumues his previous actions, swiping his tongue along your clit with a loud slurp that you pray didn’t reach behind the door.

“...Y/N… everything alright?”

You try to push his head away from you, but he digs his face even deeper, even almost moaning as he flicks his tongue in between your folds, slurping at the slick that graces your folds.

“I-I’m fine—” you pray she doesn’t realise how shaky your voice is, “Just stabbed my eye…. by accident—”

“See! You do need help! C’mon lemme help you, like old times—”

“NO! Just no. I got this, please—” There was a silence in the room, well silent aside from the obnoxiously loud slurps coming from the man between your legs.

“Okay… if you say so.” You can hear her footsteps start up before there’s another slight knock on the door, “‘N tell Hanma there’s food and drinks downstairs. He sounds starved.”

Hanma pulls off your clit with a loud suction and giggles, his hair tickling your skin as it brushes against your thighs.

“I’ll let him know…” You sound defeated and embarrassed. At least this time Shuji has the decency to wait until he can hear her footsteps fade down the stairs before standing up between your legs.

“As much as I wanna fuck you into the floor until you’re screaming my name—I feel like the rest of your family will be a huge pain in my ass if I don’t get you back down there. And I already have enough holes in my head from your dad’s stare so…”

You chuckle under your breath before sliding off the sink. Your knees feel wobbly but it’s managable. Shuji helps you back into your blouse and leggings and watches as you walk over to the mirror, frowning at the amount of hickies left on your neck and jaw.

“Fuck— how am I gonna hide this….”

“Dunno.” He doesn’t seem to care as he slides his hands down your waist and dips his head between your neck. Pressing soft kisses along your shoulder as you’re having a mid-life crisis in the mirror.

“Don’t leave any more marks, Shuji.”

The two of you make eye-contact in the mirror, your gaze is serious and concentrated whilst his own is laidback and nonchalant. You groan as he breaks the staring contest to kiss up the back of your neck up to your shoulders again.

“No promises.”

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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where you go i go too

everyone’s home for christmas break, so steve drags you to a party, but tommy’s there being a creep – steve has to confront his old ‘friend' | ( 2.3k, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

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“C’mon, it’s a party, we’re supposed to have fun.”

The heat of Tommy’s breath washed over your neck, heavy with the scent of bourbon and cheap cigars, and he was drunk.

“Fuck off, Tommy,” you snapped, shouldering him in the chest, wanting nothing more than a breath of fresh air and Tommy fucking Hagan out of your face.

“Ooo, feisty, I like,” his nose wrinkled as he emphasized his words, hand catching your wrist as you turned to walk away. He pulled you back against him, giving you one of his devilish grins. “Carol won’t care, she’s not coming home for Christmas,” he gave you a wink then and you couldn’t take it anymore.

The grip he had on you was vice-like, and for a split second you felt your heart rate flutter against your neck. If he really wanted to he could pull you away, down the hall behind any of the doors and do whatever the hell he wanted. Panic threatened to wreck your cool and you quickly looked over his shoulder for Steve, but he was no where to be seen.

You’d only come to this fucking party because it was Christmas break and everyone was home til New Years. Steve said it’d be good for you both to get out, spend time with people your own age for once – no offense to the kids – but it had proven to be nothing short of a shitty time.

Everyone that had been a dick in high school still was, except for Steve, and college only seemed to make it worse. The popular girls were even more cliquey, wanting nothing to do with you when you approached to say hi, and all the guys were only there to hook up.

Resigned to the fact that Steve was off doing whatever the hell he was doing and not coming to save your ass, you closed your eyes and took in a breath to try and steady yourself.

Then, leaning in as close as you could bear, you put your lips to Tommy’s ear, voice saccharine sweet, “You’re an ass.” And your knee moved so fast he didn’t have time to think before it connected with his crotch.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he half groaned half yelped, doubling over in pain, and you couldn't move fast enough as you walked quickly across the living room to the kitchen. Anything to get away from that creep.

Your face must have said volumes because the girls that had been crowded around the bowl of punch chatting about their nails or something just as stupid scattered without hesitation. Grabbing a red cup from the stack you dunked it into the bowl, not bothering with the ladle, and downed it in one go.

Vodka. Gross.

Wiping the back of your hand across your lips you dunked it again when you felt someone grab your shoulder.

“Tommy, I said fuck off,” you snarled, rounding on what you assumed was a second attempt to yank you into a bedroom, but instead found yourself face to face with the stupid idiot that had dragged you here in the first place.

Your mouth firmed into a straight line and you said nothing as you turned back to the bowl.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Steve scrambled around you so that you were facing each other and he put his hand back on your shoulder, “What was that?”

“Nothing. This party sucks,” you snipe, giving him a shitty look before downing your second cup of gross vodka and Kool-Aid.

Steve’s brows furrowed and he straightened, eyes scanning the room, then stooped back down to look at you again. “What’d he do?” he knew, it was always Tommy, and you knew the look on his face. If you hadn’t been so angry about everything you might have told him how much you liked it when he looked at you like that, but you didn’t have it in you. Not now.

The two of you had been friends forever, since the second grade, always following each other around to parties or movie night or Upside Down shenanigans. Just friends. But lately. Lately it felt like more. Like crackling static buzzing between the two of you anytime you were close. Anytime he pulled you into a hug. Anytime you caught him looking at you while you sat close on the couch watching movies with the kids. And it was there now, but you were too angry.

What’d he do? Steve’s words echoed again in your head, pulling you back to the present and you set your jaw, looking away from him.

“Just being Tommy, fucking creep,” you went to dip your cup in for thirds, but Steve’s hand gently caught your wrist before you could refill it. “Hey!” yanking your hand away you gave him a glare, “It’s a party. We’re supposed be ‘having fun’ aren’t we?”

Jamming his tongue into his cheek, Steve sucked in a breath, a piss poor attempt to keep his cool as he looked up at the ceiling. Bringing his gaze back down to you he took your hand again and gently, but firmly pulled you out the sliding door and onto the patio.

The cold Indiana winter hit you square in the chest, taking your breath away. Even your grandma’s old bedazzled Christmas sweater couldn’t hold any warmth. “What the hell?” you could see your breath as it carried into the night air, glaring at Steve.

His face was struggling between anger and concern and he put his hands on his hips as he leveled with you. “Tommy! What’d he do?” he asked again, flinging a hand out for emphasis, and you felt yourself coming down from the mixture of anger, panic, and shitty vodka.

Biting in your bottom lip you looked away from him, eyes dropping to your chucks that were quickly cold as ice in the small bit of snow still on the ground. “I don’t know,” you started, throat tight as you tried to put words to how for a minute you felt scared. For a minute you weren’t your confident, don’t-fuck-with-me self. And all because of some asshole.

“He–” your words caught in your throat and you cleared it, trying again, “–he tried to get me to…mess around or whatever.” The last part of your sentence was said quietly, almost a whisper. Saying it aloud made it feel more real, made you think about what might’ve happened had you not kneed him in the crotch.

Steve had closed the gap between you two, you hadn’t realized until his fingers softly lifted your chin, trying to meet your gaze. “Fuck him,” Steve said decidedly. His other hand took yours for just a second, squeezing it reassuringly, and then dropped it to storm back inside.

The slider door slammed open on the frame and the buzz of laughter and yelling quieted immediately, ‘Need You Tonight’ by INXS blaring from the speakers was the only thing cutting the silence.

“Tommy!” Steve’s voice was loud over the music and the crowd quickly parted giving him a path straight to what used to be his best friend.

The shit eating grin on Tommy’s face was enough to make Steve want to level him right then and there, but he knew better. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the King,” Tommy drawled, pupils blown from all the keg stands and cigars, hands lifting up as he gave an over-exaggerated bow.

“Shut up, Tommy,” Steve snapped, bringing himself well into the other man’s space. Rolling up the sleeves of his sweater Steve pushed two fingers into Tommy’s chest and shoved, “Get out.”

Ooooooo.

A crowd had gathered now, leaving enough space in case punches were thrown, and when you finally shoved yourself to the front your stomach dropped. A small groan escaped you and you covered your face with your hands. Why did it always come to this?

“Steve,” you hissed, “Drop it.”

But he either didn’t hear you or ignored it – probably the last one – and hadn’t pulled his gaze away from Tommy who’s response to getting told to leave was laughing.

“Fuck you, Harrington. I’m not leaving,” Tommy crossed his arms over his chest and took a step toward Steve. The toes of their shoes were almost touching as he bit in his lower lip, grinning ear to ear, “You’re gonna have to make me.” The smug look on Tommy’s face was enough to make anyone want to punch him at that point and every pair of eyes at the party immediately settled on Steve, waiting to see what he was going to do.

A dark laugh escaped Steve as he shook his head, turning to look at you as if to say, this fucking guy. A few others chuckled along with him, but the tension was thick.

Then, you saw it first, Steve’s fist ball up at his side, and when he turned back to Tommy it cut through the air, slamming into Tommy’s jaw.

“Oh shit!”

“Fuck him up, Harrington!”

“C’mon, Tommy! Don’t be a pussy!”

Tommy yelped and put a hand over his face, a lilac colored bruise blooming where Steve’s fist had landed. “Man, fuck you, Harrington!” stooping down Tommy lunged at Steve and tried to catch him around the waist, but Steve was too quick. Probably because neither of you had had too much to drink just yet, but Tommy crashed into the coffee table just behind Steve with a crack! the wood top breaking in two.

Shaking his hand, Steve grimaced and quickly shoved past a couple people who were crowding over Tommy to get to you. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” he grumbled, holding his hand against his chest.

“Best idea you’ve had all night,” you say rolling your eyes, but your tone didn’t hold any venom.

You grabbed the front door for him and followed Steve down the front walk to his BMW parked on the street. His one step made up for two of yours and you had to half jog to keep up as he stalked along the pavement.

Unable to help yourself, you looked over at his hand as you got to his car, his good hand reaching to open the passenger door for you. One of his knuckles was cracked and bleeding and the rest of his hand was bright red.

You bit in your lower lip, worrying it between your teeth as the door closed next to you, plopping down into your seat. Clicking your belt into place, Steve fell into his seat quickly after you and started the car. He turned on the heat, ‘Girl Like You’ by Foreigner quietly playing through a bit of static on the speakers.

Neither of you said a word as he waited for the car to warm up, but you could tell his hand hurt. His brows were knitted together as he slowly flexed his hand open and closed, and when he closed it he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Hey,” almost instinctively you reached across him for his good hand, voice soft as it was your turn to give a reassuring squeeze.

Steve lifted his gaze from the steering wheel to meet yours, the light from the street lamps turning his brown eyes a soft caramel color. A small huff of a laugh escaped him as he threaded his fingers with yours, “Sorry. That party did suck.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile, but it fell when you looked back down at his hand. “Your hand…” you started, untangling your fingers from his to ghost over the cut and bruises that were forming.

“Ah, it’s fine. I’ve had worse,” he joked, and while you knew he was right, demobats aside, he was still hurting. His eyes flicked back up to look at you and you felt the last little bits of anger melt under his gaze. Even now, brow furrowed and hair haphazard, he was still so fucking pretty.

“I’m sorry,” you finally said, reaching a hand up to brush a few stray hairs out of his face, letting it settle on the line of his jaw.

Steve leaned into your touch, it was warm and soft as you both sat in the wintery cold, and he was thankful for it. “S’okay,” he murmured, his good hand moving to brush his thumb gently across your cheek, “You’re worth it.” The smile he gave you then sent your heart rate racing, heat rising in your cheeks, and you could’ve sworn you saw the same in him.

The air between you felt electric as you held each other softly, tenderly in a moment where only the two of you existed. Swallowing the nerves that were creeping into your chest, you blinked softly, lashes sweeping your cheeks. “Steve…” your voice was gentle, more timid than usual, and he could sense your hesitation.

“Yeah?” he said, leaning in just a little closer, your noses almost touching as his bruised hand settled on your waist.

Quiet again, you couldn’t muster a response, and instead closed the gap between the two of you by pressing your lips against his.

Steve was soft and sweet and you could taste the spearmint gum he’d been chewing earlier in the night. The leathery cedar scent of his cologne made your head hazy and when you finally pulled away the absence of him made your heart ache.

“Hm,” Steve murmured thoughtfully, hand still gently resting on your cheek, “That’s funny.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, finding nothing funny about what had just happened, but he caught it on your face and laughed softly. “My hand feels better,” he joked, the corners of his lips tugging up into a grin.

Letting out a small groan you shook your head and slipped your hands down to his chest to grab fistfuls of his scratchy, woolly Christmas sweater. “Well, then you better do it again, Harrington," you said, matching his grin. Pulling him into you there in the idling car, the warmth from the vents not the only source of heat in that moment, you kissed him again. And again. And again.

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purpleyoonn · 9 months

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baby (you complete us) 11

C H A P T E R E L E V E N

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: protective bangtan, anxious mc, mc makes some friends, talk of injury,

*Words in Italics are spoken/written in Korean*

beta’d/edited by the lovely @babyarmybias

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

When you finally pulled away, Jungkook leaned forward, trying to follow your lips. You were sat on his lap, his hands resting on your waist. You didn’t say anything, just stared at one another, trying to breathe and grasp what just happened. After a couple of seconds, you break out into a large grin, moving forward and hiding your head in his chest.

Jungkook laughs at your reaction, wrapping his arms around your back and holding you close. He wears the biggest grin on his lips as he hears your laughter spilling from you. Your soul was warm, body filling with unrestrained happiness. It felt as though one hole in your heart had been filled, filled by the man you were laying with, laughing as if someone told a good joke.

This laughter was different though.

It was pure happiness.

“Alright, we have some vending machines over here, and a little way down, there is a little café that Yoongi likes to get americanos from when it gets late.”

You had arrived with Jungkook after being dropped off by the lovely Songun. It was a little pass nine am and the boys were all slowly trickling into the building. However, instead of moving to the practice room the boys had booked, Jungkook decided to take you on a small tour of the floor, showing you where everything was and giving little tidbits of the boys while you walked.

You were shocked by the number of things they had on the practice floors. Each floor had a small nook where they could pick up fresh snacks like veggie and fruit cups. They also had refrigerated drink stands that had a wide variety of drinks. All four practice floors also had a small café towards the middle of the floor, something Jungkook was excited about.

“I guess I should have brought my card?” You thought aloud once you saw the little fresh fruit cups.

“Baby, you never need to worry about using your money when you’re with us. I can promise the others will get a little upset that you think you need to. Also, everything on the practice floors is free. Well, for us, since we own a lot of shares in the company. Which means you don’t ever need to pay for anything in the company.” Your eyes widen at his words. Everything the boys say or do just keeps surprising you, to the point where your eyes might permanently widen.

“Oh.” you whisper, reaching out slowly to grab a little cup of watermelon, still thinking that someone was going to make you pay for them, popping up from behind the cart.

Jungkook just laughed, thinking you were unbelievably cute and innocent. He couldn’t stop looking at you, happy and excited to be able to be with you and get to know you. He already noticed that you stick your tongue out a little when concentrating, and that your nose scrunches up like his when you laugh.

He noticed that you also tend to pick at your fingers when you’re nervous something that had him moving to hold your hand. Which is what he did when you realized no one was going to come after you to pay for your fruit.

“C’mon baby, I bet the others are already in the practice room getting ready.” Jungkook began to tug you forward to the room. He could feel the pad of your pointer finger rubbing over the top of his hand; a soothing movement, he realized.

I don’t care as long as she is with me. Jungkook thought.

Out of their soulmate group, Jungkook had been the most eager to find you. You were only a couple months apart and to know that he had spent the last ten plus years with their soulmates, enjoying life and the bond between them, while you had none of that, it had him aching to make it up to you. He had so much love to spread, and to have a younger soulmate who he could take care of and protect like his hyungs did with his made his soul sing.

Jungkook wanted to show you how great love and the soul bond could be.

In the hopes of getting your spirit up again, Jungkook began to swing your arms, slowly at first and then faster until your arms were going above your heads and your laughter could be heard from the practice room down the hall. Jungkook began skipping in place, going at your pace until you reached the practice room, door already open and Jimin and Hoseok peaking their heads out.

“Ahh there’s our baby soulmates!” Jimin exclaims, reaching out to Jungkook and pulling him in for a hug.

“Did you two have fun last night?” Hoseok comes and pulls you into his arms, squeezing you tightly as he walks backwards into the practice room where the rest of your soul group were.

“He watched Bride of Habaek with me!” You exclaimed, excited that you had someone to watch Kdramas with you. “And we had lots of cuddles. Jungkook is good at cuddling.” You felt so comfortable that you couldn’t help but to spill everything.

Well, not everything, as Jungkook seemed to beat you to the final punch.

He pulled away from Jimin and pulled you out of Hoseok’s arms, planting a big smooch on your lips and pulled away laughing at your shocked expression. “You’re spilling all the secrets!” Jungkook managed to say through laughter.

The rest of the boys were shocked, completely speechless, as they witnessed Jungkook kiss you. They weren’t expecting it, even with the soul pull they knew you experienced the previous night. In fact, they assumed you wouldn’t let them show you affectionlike that for a few months. They didn’t want to push you, but they now realized they shouldn’t have underestimated the soul bond.

“Hey now! No more kisses until we finish practice!” Jin yelled out, stomping his feet dramatically and stealing the attention from your blushing form.

When he caught your eye, he winked at you, not the normal one you’ve seen so many times on camera, but one letting you know he knew how you weren’t ready for everyone to try and shower you in the affection Jungkook was so easily able to give you. You nodded your head in thanks, moving to the side so you didn’t get in the way as they started to set up for practice.

You weren’t sure what song they were practicing, or what they were practicing for. You tried to get the answers out of Jungkook, but he still held that shit-eating bunny grin on his lips which irritated the hell out of you. Not even kisses seemed to get him to give up the so called “secrets of practice”.

Yoongi came over to you as the boys began to stretch, taking your hand and leading you to a nice little sofa that sat off to the side in the back of the room. He sat down with you and turned towards the small, circular designed table that was to your right. He handed you a small gift bag and gestured for you to open it.

The bag held a cropped t-shirt with the word “Bangtan” on it in a design you didn’t recognize. The image was similar to the Army and BTS symbols but like it was smooshed together. It looked really cool and you could tell this was new.

“This is what we are practicing. Since we’ve returned from the army, we have wanted to do a tour representing our time as Bangtan, and everything we have done in our ten years. Since this coming year, 2023, will be our ten year anniversary, we want to do collective world tour. Songs from each of our albums.” Yoongi’s voice is low, as if telling you a secret, despite everyone in the room already knowing about it. You hold the shirt in your hands, unable to believe that they are already planning a tour since they have only been out of the army for a couple of months.

The boys had enlisted in the army as a soul group in June of 2020, during the pandemic. They wanted to give Army one last festa as a group before their enlistment, so they waited until June 22nd of that year. This meant they had only been out of their enlistment since March of this year, 2022. It was almost August now and the weather was only getting colder as fall began to arrive.

“We have a couple of new songs, one of which Army has waited a long time for. But our album is going to be called ‘Proof’, as proof that we are still here, we are still a group even after coming back. We also have solo songs we are going to introduce from our own solo projects.” Your eyes widened at his words, shocked and excited at the prospect of their solo endeavors.

“The shirt is a pre-release that the boys and I have received in order to see if we like it or not. We wanted to give you one as well. Jiminie and Taehyungie said you had a lot of crop tops in your bags so we picked this one for you.” Yoongi told you, reminding you how Jimin had picked your outfit our for you the day before.

To be honest, you packed a lot of crop tops because you get hot easily, even in colder weather. You always have. You didn’t know what your plans were going to be, but you always pick comfort over fashion and brought enough for you to wear every day for two weeks. You, however, did not feel comfortable enough with your body to wear them in public, let alone in front of the boys yet.

“Thank you, Yoongi. I appreciate the gift.” You feel so lucky to have the boys as your soulmates. They were so thoughtful and seemed to want to include you in everything. You lean forward and kiss his cheek, pulling away before putting the shirt back in the bag.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was a blushing mess. For once it wasn’t you that was flustered this time. He couldn’t help but smile wide at your kiss, even if it was on his cheek.

“Yah! Yoongi-hyung stop sitting and come practice so we can take our girl to dinner later!” Taehyung yelled out, his voice reverberating throughout the room as he interrupted your small bubble.

The rest of your soul group laughed when they saw you both blushing. Yoongi rolled his eyes before leaning forward and returning the favor, kissing your cheek with a loud smack before jogging off and getting into the practiced formation as the music starts.

The music starts with a really cool guitar riff, extremely upbeat and you could tell this was one of the new songs. The song could have been Fire’s younger sibling, the style seemed close. Yoongi started off the song and oh. my. goodness. You knew for a fact that this song was going to drive Army insane. Absolutely insane.

You needed them to practice this seven times, so you could focus on one member each time. You were especially in love with the chorus. You almost couldn’t help but clap after the song was over, eyes lit with excitement.

“I…oh my. Oh my. That was…..amazing!” You tried not to shout out the last word as the boys turned to look at you, Yoongi’s signature smirk resting on his lips.

“You liked it, baby?” Namjoon asked you, knowing how dumb his question was as your excitement was written all over your face.

“Of course! That might be one of my favorite songs yet!” Namjoon chuckled, glad that they could make their soulmate happy.

“Well, we want to surprise you with our other songs later. Are you okay with having Songun take you exploring? Maybe to the café?” Namjoon held your hands in his, noticing your excitement die a little at not being able to see the rest of their practice. But you understood completely.

“No, that’s fine. I want to share the excitement with Army! I’ll bring you guys something back from the café!” You grab your things and put your lanyard over your head as Jin tells you that Songun should be in the hallway waiting for you.

After tons of goodbye hugs, you finally left the practice room only to see that Songun was not in the hallway. You almost turned back to the room, to see what you should do, but you didn’t want to bother the boys when they obviously had things they needed to do. So, you put your big girl pants on and decided to try and navigate the building by yourself. You didn’t want to have to rely on someone else to help you forever.

You decide to turn left, after doing eenie-meenie-minie-mo, your eyes alert as you try to take everything in and remember the way you came so you can get back to the practice room. You only see a couple of empty practice rooms before you turn the corner and bump into someone’s chest.

“Oof! I’m sorry.” You apologize as soon as it happens out of instinct.

“It’s okay.” You were a little proud that you remembered your Korean and was able to understand what the man was saying, but you froze once you recognized the familiar voice.

Choi Soobin was standing in front of you with the rest of Tomorrow x Together behind him. They looked like they were just finishing their practice, sweat dripping from their hairlines.

“Oh! Y/n noona! I’m so sorry!” You were shocked by the honorific, not having heard it yet, let alone expecting to be addressed by it. You watched as the boys all began bowing to you, giving you their greetings.

“It’s okay. Please, you don’t need to bow!” You panic a little, the entire situation being new to you. You weren’t quite comfortable with this part of the Korean culture yet. In your own culture, greetings are done with handshakes, especially when first meeting someone, so it’s gonna take some getting used to.

Once the boys stopped bowing, they introduced themselves one by one, Heuning Kai going last.

“We were so happy when we saw the announcement. It’s nice to know our hyungs soul group is complete now.” He spoke in English, making your body relax a little given you still were in the beginning stages of learning Korean. He then looked behind you, noticing no one with you and the slightly lost look on your face.

“Noona, are you lost?”

“Uhm, I was trying to find the café.”

“We can take you noona! We were just heading that way!” Soobin spoke and Heuning Kai repeated his words in English for you as Yeonjun put his arm around your shoulders and turned you around. So, maybe your eenie-meenie-minie-mo tactic hadn’t been the best idea after all. You laugh a little nervously at yourself before letting them guide you to the café.

“So, Noona. How are you liking Korea so far?” Yeonjun asks you as you walk back down the hallway.

“I like it so far. I got to do a little exploring my first day before meeting the boys in person. I went to a convenience store and made one of those videos like on TikTok!” You bring your phone out and show them the video, receiving “oohs” and “ahs” from the boys.

“You haven’t done anything else? How long have you been here?”

“I’ve only been here a couple of days. I’ve spent most of the time bonding with my soulmates. We also had an appointment with the Soul Registry to finalize our bond officially.” You tell them, the boys listening with full attention.

You found yourself feeling comfortable with the younger group as you all walked to the café. You didn’t find yourself stuttering with nerves or quiet with anxiety. It was nice and the boys were all so attentive and full of life. It was a nice change from what you were used to at home, and you felt yourself growing to think of the boys like little brothers.

You even found yourself going along with their antics, letting them convince you to learn the choreography to their new song and film a TikTok with them. It took you a lot of tries but you managed to learn the choreography without hurting yourself. You felt your right knee giving you a little trouble but you pushed it aside in favor of having fun with the boys.

“Thank you for doing this, Noona! We will tag you when it gets posted!” Yeonjun exclaims once you were done filming in front of one of the portraits outside of the café.

“Thank you! It was fun. I could really go for a drink now though!” You laugh as the boys agree with your statement, Taehyun and Soobin pulling your arms and dragging you into the café.

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s0urw00lf · 11 months

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can you make fluff alphabet for klaus mikaelson

Fluff alphabet - Klause mikaelson

A = Affection (how affectionate is he?) klaus is a big ball of affection when it comes to you. It’s actually quite funny to see the big bad klaus mikaelson all fluffy

B = body (what’s his favorite body part of yours) i think Klaus loves your stomach, because its a way he could always be touching you. Like he’ll have his hand on your stomach in public to make sure you don’t get separated

C = cuddle (how do they like to cuddle) clause loves holding you. So any way he could hold you would be his favorite.

D = dance (how do they dance with you) Klaus having lived through so many generations of dance would teach you any one you wanted to know, and he’s so elegant with it.

E = emotions (how do they process their emotions around you) Klaus prefers to be around you all times of the day, you keep his emotions at bay, but when he really needs it you just sit and listen to him rant as he paints or while you run your fingers through his hair

F = family (how is he around your family) he hates your family and they hate him all except your little brother/sister. So most of the time he’d just spend time with them and make sure so slightly spoil them, much to your dismay

G = gratitude (how great full are they for you) Klaus is so grateful for you, he loves how gentle you are with him, even knowing the beast he can be at times.

H = honesty (do they have secrets) funnily enough Klaus has no secrets from you, you’d known a lot about him before you’d even met him. They were mostly bad things, so he’d decided there was no point in hiding anything.

I = inspiration (do you change them in any way) you inspire Klaus to be a better person, not for himself but you. He’d hate himself if an enemy of his decided to go after you to get to him

J = jealousy (do they get jealous easily) yes. Klaus is the king of jealousy, he knows you love him but it doesn’t stop the nagging thought that maybe one day you’d have had too much of him and leave him stranded

K = kiss (where is their favorite place to kiss you) he loves to kiss your shoulders, seeing as your always standing in front of him like his queen and that’s the easiest accessible way to kiss you.

L = love confession (how did they confess their love for you) you had to force the confession out of him. You’d grown tired of his mind games, and told him that if he didnt fess up you’d leave him forever. That forced it right out of him.

M = marriage (does they want to get married) i don’t know, i think he would just so you’d have his last name, but other than that I don’t think he’d really care

N = nicknames (what do they call you) love, darling, Gorgeous, beautiful…

O = open (are they open about things) Klaus is very open with you about even his younger days, his family, and his father

P = patience (are they patient with you) Klaus is extremely patient with you, unless your trying to tick him off, then he plays right into your game

Q = quirks (random ability they have that beneficial to the relaxation ship) Klaus has so many abilities its unfair. The enhanced hearing/strength/speed/compelling plus his painting ability

R = romance (how romantic are they) again having lived through multiple generations, Klaus has seen his fair share of romance. So yes he is very romantic

S = security (do the provide safety for you) come on now. This is the original hybrid were talking about. Your more safe than the king of England

T = tender (how soft are they with you) Klaus is incredibly soft and cuddly. He loves you too much to even think about using the strength of a normal human let alone his vampire strength

U = upkeep (how clean are they) klaus is very clean, and extremely well kept. I mean his clothing choices should say it all

V = vulnerability (can they allow themselves to be vulnerable with you) he loves that he can be vulnerable with you, and not have to hide his feelings

W = wholesome (do they do little sweet things) Klaus would do anything for you if you’d ask. But he makes sure to keep up with the little things. Like bringing you flowers, or opening your doors, guiding you up/down stairs.

Y = yearning (how do they act when they yearn to be in your presence) he acts like a complete baby, you can’t count the amount of times Rebekah has called annoyed over Klaus’s whining

Z = zen (what makes them feel calm) klaus likes going to a nearby waterfall with you, listening to you talk and the water falling in the background gives him an unexplainable ammount of piece

#klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikealson x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson fluff #rebekah mikealson x reader #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #kol mikealson x reader #stefan salvatore #the original series #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvarote #stefan salavatore x reader #elena gilbert

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jujitto · 9 months

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. . . . . 친구 외에는 아무것도 ★ n o t h i n g b u t f r i e n d s

! pairing. song mingi × reader

! synopsis. they were nothing but friends! sure that’s what they always say. but is it actually true because friends don’t kiss, go on dates, or show each affection the way they do. so how are they just friends?!?

! warning. not proofread

! w/c. 2.6k

Everyone was confused. Because they thought Y/N and Mingi were just friends. But friends don't hug, kiss, go on dates and do the things couples do? So what exactly was happening? "You see it too, right?" Yeosang questioned as both he and Seonghwa looked at the two who held hands as they walked passed where they sat.

Seonghwa turned to look at him, "I think we all see it. But whenever we ask anything they tell us 'we are just friends'." Seonghwa couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Like we never heard that before." The pair continued to observe Y/N and Mingi not noticing as San and Wooyoung sat down on the opposite side of the table, curious about the ongoing discussion. San leaned in, his eyes fixated on Y/N and Mingi, and whispered to the others, "You know, I'm starting to realize something is going on between those two."

Yeosang, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung turned towards the boy looking at him as he just realized what was going on. "You didn't think something was up when they kissed each other the other night when we were hanging out with them?" Wooyoung questioned as San held up his hands innocently.

San chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "I mean, I thought it was just a friendly thing, you know? Sometimes friends get affectionate too." He shrugged, trying to downplay his obliviousness.

Yeosang smirked and playfully nudged San. "Sure, San. Friendly kisses, holding hands, and going on dates. Totally normal friend stuff." The sarcasm was evident in his voice.

Seonghwa joined in, teasingly adding, "Yeah, my friends and I do that all the time. It's just how we show platonic affection." He couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of their reasoning.

San finally conceded, realizing that he might have missed the obvious signs. "Alright, alright, I may have been a little slow on the uptake. But why do you think they're keeping it a secret if they're into each other?" Wooyoung couldn’t help but shrug. “Wouldn’t it be easier if we just asked them?” “Ask who?” Y/N’s voice chimed in as she suddenly appeared behind the group, catching them by surprise.

The group turned to see Y/N standing there, a curious smile on her face. Mingi was nowhere in sight. Wooyoung stood from his seat wrapping his arms around the girl, “Y/N just the person we were looking for.” Y/N chuckled raising an eyebrow at his behavior. “If you were looking for me why didn’t you just walk across the room? I was sitting over there.” She exclaimed pointing to where she just came from.

Wooyoung grinned sheepishly, his arms still wrapped around Y/N. "Well, you know, we wanted to make it a bit dramatic," he said with a playful wink. "But on a serious note, we were talking about something interesting before you showed up." Y/N's curiosity was piqued as she took a seat with the group. "Oh? Do tell."

Seonghwa couldn't resist teasing her, "Oh, you know, just trying to decipher the enigma that is your relationship with Mingi." Y/N raised an eyebrow, clueless, "My relationship with Mingi? What's there to decipher? We're just friends."

San couldn't hold back a chuckle, "Come on, Y/N, you don't have to hide it from us. We've noticed the way you two act around each other." Y/N still held a confused look on her face. "Act around each other? We act like friends because we are friends."

Yeosang joined in, a knowing smile on his face, "Friends who hold hands and kiss each other, right?" Y/N could only shrug before looking at the four of them, "Well, sometimes friends can be affectionate too. It doesn't mean anything more than that."

“I told you!” San spoke standing from the table pointing fingers at the others. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at him. Wooyoung stood from the table pointing a finger accusingly at her, “Nope I don’t believe it for a second. What about that kiss, huh?” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head, "It's just a friendly kiss. What's wrong with that? I swear guys it's nothing more than just a friendly kiss between two friends. Don't act like you guys haven't kissed your friend before." She pointed out crossing her arms over her chest.

The four of them couldn't help but look at each other in confusion before Seonghwa spoke up, "Let's say it was one of us right? Would you have done the same to us?" Y/N shrugged, thinking for a moment. “I mean if we were close.” All of them couldn't help but let their mouths drop open. Once again Woyoung stood from the table pointing a finger accusingly, “Yah! Are we not close?!” Y/N’s eyes widened at the realization of what she just said. “You know that’s not what I meant. Me and Mingi are closer because we have known each other longer. Plus he’s my best friend. And you guys are like my brothers.”

Y/N’s explanation seemed to diffuse the tension as the group burst into laughter. “Y/N calm down, he’s just messing with you,” Seonghwa said with a chuckle patting her arm. “We just think it's funny how you and Mingi seem to have a special bond. But you are both denying the obvious.” Y/N glanced at Seonghwa with a raise of her eyebrow. “What do you mean?” She questioned looking at him as he looked at the others who wore a look of dumbfoundedness. Yeosang playfully elbowed Seonghwa, whispering to him, “I think she’s telling the truth.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the pair, suspicious of their exchanged glances. "Telling the truth about what?" she asked, feeling a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance. Both Seonghwa and Yeosang looked at each other silently communicating before Seonghwa finally spoke up, trying to sound nonchalant. "Well, we were just saying that maybe you and Mingi are just really close friends who happen to be more affectionate than usual."

Y/N chuckled, not fully buying their explanation. "Really? That's what you were discussing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at them. "Because it sounded like you were trying to imply something else." Wooyoung couldn't help but jump in, teasingly adding, "Yeah, we were all wondering if there's something more going on between you two."

Y/N laughed, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You guys are hopeless, you know that?" She shook her head, but her smile betrayed her playfulness. “If something was going on between me and Mingi, I would tell you but there isn't.” Standing from the table Y/N sighed looking at the group, “You guys are impossible. I’ll say it again nothing is going on between us.” She spoke before leaving the room with a playful eye-roll, leaving the group still pondering the mysterious relationship between her and Mingi.

Later that evening, Y/N was hanging out with Mingi. Sitting on his lap applying a facial mask to his face as he continues to watch a movie on the TV. The events of the day had left her amused but also slightly intrigued. She couldn't help but wonder why everyone seemed to be so fixated on the nature of her relationship with Mingi. As she gently smoothed the mask over his cheeks, she decided to bring it up with him.

"So, Mingi," Y/N began casually, "have you noticed that the others seem to think there's something more between us?"

Mingi turned his head slightly to meet her gaze, his expression thoughtful. “Are they wrong though? Is it wrong for them to assume when we do act like a couple? Doing things only for couples. Like when I kiss you or take you out on dates. Would it be wrong for me to want that?”

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Mingi's words. ‘He wanted that? He wanted to be more than just friends?’ Her mind raced with thoughts and emotions, but she tried to remain composed.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding, "Well, I guess it's not entirely wrong for them to assume, considering how we act around each other. But it's also not entirely accurate to call us a couple." Silence settled between them as Y/N finished applying the mask. As Y/N finished applying the mask, she settled back onto the couch beside Mingi, her mind still preoccupied with his words. She knew they had a unique and close bond, but she had never really considered the possibility of taking their relationship to a romantic level.

Mingi seemed lost in thought as well, his eyes fixed on the TV but clearly distracted. For the rest of the evening, the pair continued to watch the movie, but there was an underlying tension between them, a sense that something important was left unspoken. Y/N couldn't shake off Mingi's words about wanting more than just friendship. As much as she cherished their close bond, she found herself pondering the possibility of taking things further.

When it was time for Y/N to leave, Mingi leaned in to kiss her, but at the last second Y/N turned her head and his lips landed on her cheek instead. Y/N chuckled softly, feeling a mixture of fondness and uncertainty. "See you soon, Mingi," she said, giving him a small wave before heading out the door. Y/N’s mind was full of thoughts as she made her way to Yeosang’s and Seonghwa’s place.

The moment Seonghwa opened the door, Y/N immediately pointed her finger at him. “Now he wants something more. And I blame you.” Seonghwa looked taken aback but quickly composed himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Me? What did I do now?" he asked innocently, although he knew exactly what Y/N was referring to.

Y/N entered the living room where Yeosang and Wooyoung were also present. She plopped down on the couch with a huff, crossing her arms. "You and your teasing earlier! Now Mingi's talking about wanting something more than just friendship," she said, trying to sound exasperated but failing to hide the hint of excitement in her voice.

Yeosang and Wooyoung exchanged amused glances while Seonghwa took a seat beside Y/N, looking slightly guilty. "Well, maybe it's a good thing he finally opened up about it," he said. "I mean, it's been pretty obvious to everyone for a while now."

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh, don't start with that again. You all are just seeing what you want to see." However, her playful denial couldn't fully hide the flutter of hope in her heart.

Yeosang joined the conversation, "To be fair, Y/N, it's not just us. Even San noticed something was going on between you two." Wooyoung chimed in, "Yeah, and we've all seen how much you both care for each other. It's not just 'friendly' affection."

Y/N sighed, laying her head on Seonghwa’s shoulder, "I know, it's just... I've never really thought of Mingi in that way before. He's been my best friend for so long, and I value our friendship so much. I'm just afraid that if we try to be more than friends and it doesn't work out, we might end up losing what we have."

Seonghwa put an arm around Y/N comfortingly, understanding her concerns. "I get it, Y/N. Taking that step from friendship to something more can be scary. But at the same time, it might also be the most rewarding thing if it works out."

Yeosang nodded in agreement, "You two already have a strong foundation of trust and understanding. If there's anyone who has the potential to make a romantic relationship work, it's you two."

Wooyoung added with a teasing grin, "And let's be real, the chemistry between you two is off the charts." Y/N sighed, swatting Wooyoung playfully. "Oh, please. You guys are just trying to mess with me." Seonghwa chuckled, "Maybe a little, but we also want to see you happy, Y/N. If Mingi makes you happy, then it's worth considering."

Y/N sighed, her thoughts still conflicted, ‘Maybe just think about it.’ She told herself. Days had gone by without Y/N talking to or hanging out with Mingi. She couldn't shake off the conversation she had with Seonghwa, Yeosang, and Wooyoung, nor could she ignore the feelings she had been trying to suppress. Every time she thought of Mingi, her heart raced, and her mind wandered to the possibility of taking their relationship to a new level.

One evening, unable to hold back her thoughts any longer, Y/N found herself outside Mingi's apartment, hesitating before knocking on the door. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. This was the first time she had seen him since their conversation about their "friendship," and she knew she needed to talk to him about her feelings.

Finally, she mustered up the courage and knocked on the door. It didn't take long for Mingi to open it, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw Y/N standing there. "Hey, Y/N," he greeted, a hint of confusion in his voice. "Is everything okay?"

“No everything is not alright. It's your fault. Before you had told me that you wanted something more, I never really considered the possibility. But now, I can't stop thinking about that. Maybe some part of me had thought the kisses, the dates, everything was just us exploring our affectionate side as friends, but deep down, I think I was afraid to entertain the idea that there might be something more between us," Y/N confessed, her voice filled with a mix of nerves and honesty.

Y/N shook her head grabbing Mingi's hand, pulling him closer to her. "God I hate feeling so sentimental so I'm just going to say it. Song Mingi, I love you. Perhaps I have always been in love with you. But maybe I was too dumb to see it but yeah. I'm in love with you.” She spoke looking up into his eyes as he looked at her with so much warmth in his eyes. Cupping her face with his hands, Mingi smiled tenderly at Y/N.

Leaning in, Mingi pressed a soft and lingering kiss on Y/N's lips. It felt like a confirmation of all the unspoken emotions they had both been carrying. Y/N's heart fluttered, and she returned the kiss, feeling the weight of uncertainty lift from her shoulders.

"I love you too, Y/N," Mingi whispered against her lips, his voice full of sincerity. "I've loved you for so long, but I didn't want to push you or risk our friendship. But hearing you say it... it's like a dream come true."

With their feelings finally out in the open, Y/N and Mingi took the leap together, crossing the threshold from friends to something more. They spent the evening talking and laughing, sharing stories about their journey as friends and realizing how their feelings for each other had been subtly growing all along.

As the night drew to a close, Y/N found herself wrapped in Mingi's arms, feeling a newfound sense of completeness. It was as if everything had fallen into place, sure they may have taken forever to realize it when everyone around them could see it, but it didn't matter now. They were finally on the same page, and it felt right.

And when they finally told the others about them finally getting together Y/N could see how happy they were to finally hear that admitted their feelings, especially after the two of them had been completely obvious. And of course, they wouldn’t be their friends without teasing them but to Y/N, their teasing had brought a smile to her face because she knew even though they were teasing them deep down inside they’re happy for them. And that mattered most to her.

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