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Love Me Lights Out (Jeon Wonwoo x Reader)

Wonwoo shook the planet with his iconic MAMA 2019 entrance — blue hair, red robe, dark evil gaze, and soul-crushing voice. He held a different type of power that day, holding you like putty in his hands in total surrender.

His possessive side was on full display when a certain someone got a little too close to you during the intimate and private after-party.

This can be read as stand-alone fic but this happened within Love in Vinyl universe/timeline. I highly recommend you give that a read. 💜

Note: Wonwoo x producer!reader, smut, explicit smut, dom/sub themes, AU, established relationship, penetration, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple big Os, unprotected sex, fluff, unedited, 18+ Series: Love in Vinyl Inspired by John Mayer's rendition of XO.

Ready for it? 'Cause I am. Dear reader, here is the next part of our Love in Vinyl series. Thank you for giving your love to LIV, darlings. Who wouldn't love to see Wonwoo's possessive side? Shameless, explicit smut, everyone. Some dom/sub themes, reader was weak and whipped for Wonwoo's gentle dominance. Plus some tooth-rotting fluff bonus ending. 😌💜 Yuletide and In the Soop 2 shots coming soon, darlings.

I pour my blood, sweat, tears, and delulu dusts to write this. Please help me protect my work while reaching more delulu darlings who may find escape here, too. 💜 Word count: 7,360 Cross-Posted on AO3

Your love is bright as ever Even in the shadows Baby, kiss me Before they turn the lights out Your heart is glowing And I'm crashing into you Baby, kiss me kiss me Before they turn the lights out Before they turn the lights out Baby, love me lights out In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out Baby, love me lights out We don't have forever Baby, daylight's wasting You better kiss me Before our time has run out Nobody sees what we see They're just hopelessly gazing Baby, take me take me Before they turn the lights out Before time has run out Baby, love me lights out I love you like XO You love me like XO You kill me, girl, XO You love me like XO In the darkest night I'll search through the crowd, Your face is all that I see I'll give you everything Baby, love me lights out You can turn my lights out

Manic. That's always your answer whenever junior producers ask you what awards shows are like based from your experience.

That year, you expected it to be different in various ways. 2019 was the year when K-Pop continued growing its footprint and reaching global scale, one group at a time. The year changed the trajectory of how k-pop was perceived and received especially with western audiences, and you saw it first hand.

Over the past six years, you had always been present behind the scene with BTS as they painstakingly conquered these awards shows, culminating their effort and hardwork during such tedious times. You shared tears and joys with them, especially during MAMA 2018 when they gave such powerful reminder on how tough the industry could be. Hoshi and Seungkwan even shared with you that they were fighting back tears especially when J-Hope started crying during the speech. You knew how much Seventeen could relate to BTS and you also saw how BTS also supported Seventeen during their starting years, given that their roots were alike - both groups were self-made, both were their respective company's saving grace. 

BTS used to practice in dank, murky practice room that was often flooded, while Seventeen used to tape regular earphones so they could have make-shift in-ear monitors during their first performances. Both groups conquered those adversaries, started from rock bottom and climbed their way to the top with Blood, Sweat, and Tears. You could not be more proud to see those groups you love shine in one stage once more. 

-

December was for awards shows and both sides of your coin were busy with their respective performances, with BTS ending their last leg of Love Yourself tour and Seventeen ending the first leg of their Ode to You tour. 

You were just supposed to just be in the audience that day, hoping to just enjoy and watch the show without working. You were excited to watch their performances after seeing glimpse of it during rehearsals and you really needed your break already. 

You requested the month off few months before, knowing just how restless the year was for you as part of the creatives team of these groups. While your job was mainly around their variety contents and documentaries, supporting touring groups also meant you were flying across the globe when needed, too. Apart from that, it was already apparent that the acquisition would be made formal and official the following year - it was long time coming. You already assumed backlash would happen and as someone who already faced such with BTS alone, the artists' welfare was always your top priority. Business decisions would be made, but you were determined to ensure that Seventeen would feel even more at home with your plans for the following year. You knew that the creatives and think-tank would be required to work twice as hard to ensure that contents and shows would be even grander both for the artists and the fans. 

Your supposed break during MAMA 2019, however, did not come into fruition. You received a call from one of BTS' senior producers a week prior and pleaded you to cover for him during the show to film and produce the behind the scene of the show for BTS. The producer had to take time off as his wife had to give birth prematurely and you did not have the heart to deny the request. So, you brought your work stuff along with you and flew to Nagoya two days prior the show without telling your boyfriend that he might just see you spinning in the backstage.

Your call time for the show was at 7:00 AM. With various performances, it was pivotal to have everyone around and ready before the rehearsals and pre-show shoots commence. 

You arrived just in the nick of time, already huddled with your assigned camera directors and assistant producer to discuss how things should run. You spent the whole night reviewing the production guide sent to you and polishing it with the timelines of that day's show so there would be smoother coverage and to avoid causing too much distraction during the busy day. 

BTS arrived an hour later so they can prepare under their make-up chairs while the show floor directors were instructing everyone. You remained quietly hiding on the side, typing away and monitoring the footages being taken by one of your cameramen. Once the show's PD left, finally revealed youself earning a booming scream from Hoseok who was shocked to see you there. The team held you one by one, saying they missed you as the last time they saw you last was early October. 

"Happy birthday, WWH!" You greeted when Jin entered the dressing room after washing up. 

"Woaaah!! What are you doing here? Are you here to film? Waaah, you can't make me do silly things today it's my birthday." The man exclaimed, followed by his windshield wiper laugh and gave you a quick hug. 

Your presence was always familiar so being there was business as usual, seven years and counting. 

-

Wonwoo messaged you a little later saying that they were already on the way to the venue and that he was excited to see you in the audience. You spent the whole night talking on the phone with him thinking your flight was in the morning of that day. Little did he know, you were already in the venue working your ass off.

Nothing can ever match how loud Seventeen is. When they arrived, everyone knew it was them, hollering in the background as they greeted everyone with such bright, contagious energy and entered their dressing room across BTS'. 

You excused yourself from your team so you can greet your other family, silently walking towards their dressing room, index finger on your lips to shush the others who saw you to stay quiet as you approached your blue-haired man leaning against the door frame. He was busy typing on his phone, eyes still heavy as he rubbed them while yawning. Your phone vibrated and a messaged flashed on the screen.

"We're here, baby. See you later."

You held back a chuckle. Finally standing behind him, you answered his message by muttering a cheerful, "I know."

Wonwoo turned in a flash, eyes widening and hand covering his mouth when he saw you standing there. "Woah!" 

"Good morning, babe." Wide smile painted your face at his reaction.

"H-how?" He inquired, heart fluttering at your presence as he held your hand and pulled you inside the dressing room, waving at the other members who were also surprised you were there.

"Had to cover for a PD due to an emergency."

"I thought you would be in the audience!" He spoke softly, shoulders drooping slightly when he finally engulfed you in a tight hug after a week of not seeing each other.

You just chuckled when he asked you a week prior why you did not book the same hotel as them, and you just made up some silly excuse saying it was for the whole 'audience' experience. They were in the same hotel with BTS and some other artists, and you were just in the hotel a block away, essentially cooped up in your room to avoid running into anyone of them before your surprise. 

"I missed you. I am happy you're here."

"I missed you too."

You returned his hug and stole a quick peck on his lips while everyone was busy. "I'll still be in the audience once you're on stage." You winked at him and his heartthrob smile widened as he let you go. 

"I'll look for you in the crowd, baby. I'll have my eyes on you alone."

He smirked.

Dangerously.

-

Seventeen was part of the last artists to perform, with only two performances between them and BTS. It gave you ample time to get a camera so you can go where the camera directors in front of the main stage were and watch Seventeen's performance, as promised.

Shivers ran down your spine at the chilling entrance, even when they hadn't even started the performance yet. You saw them rehearse couple of times, but somehow, everything felt new. The crowd went wild with ear splitting screams when the music finally started. 

It was a dark opening, hooded figures in red with one person on the spotlight - Wonwoo. Despite his robe, you could see his broad shoulders and notice the way he ascended the stairs with such a different vibe and aura especially when he pulled down the hood, revealing himself.

You saw that in rehearsals, but somehow you were taken into another world. His eyes were cold as ice, staring sharply into the audience as he bit and crushed the candied rose. He held an intense gaze as he devoured the intro with his deep, raspy voice, officially opening their ensemble. 

Wonwoo captured your attention throughout the whole performance effortlessly, even meeting his eyes from time to time as he smirked at you. You were helplessly drawn to his magnetic aura and familiar warmth and sensation filled your body. He was scrochingly and devilishly handsome as they broke the stage.

When their performance ended, Wonwoo saw you backstage gave you yet another salacious smirk as he retreated to the dressing room.

Such power he held over you.

Two bottles of ice-cold water did nothing to quench your unexplainable thirst.

-

To say that you were on an emotional high during the show was an understatement. You were ecstatic over the wins of BTS and Seventeen, quite teary even, because you had seen just how massive their successes were which were all very much deserved after their years and years of hardwork. Then, you were blown away by their performances, and of course, your boyfriend's stage presence.

After the award show, Jungkook and Mingyu hosted and organised an intimate and private party, and BTS, SVT, and only very few other groups and colleagues were there. 

After freshening up in your hotel, you arrived at the luxurious and private roof deck bar where the party was, donning a simple black dress and a pair of comfortable heels. It was rare for them to see you all glammed up, given that as a PD, you were constantly in sneakers and comfortable clothing so running around was easier. Wonwoo could not wipe the smile off his face upon seeing you all dressed up for the party, as if mesmerized by you.

BTS, Seventeen, and some of their friends mingled and drank merrily. Jungkook and Mingyu were goofing around like bunch of kids. Yoongi and Woozi were talking about music looking like twins. Joshua, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol were with Taehyung and Jimin catching up while the others were chilling or catching up with the staff members. It was a joy to see them like that, even Wonwoo was laughing around and comfortable with them.

You noticed however that birthday boy was quiet in the corner of the banquet. Being an introvert, Jin had always found social gatherings quite daunting, just like your boyfriend. 

While Wonwoo was busy with his members, you joined Jin by the corner of the banquet hall, drinking your second glass of margarita that day. 

"Why are you not socializing? It's supposed to be your birthday." 

Jin just shook his head and laughed, saying it was not his forte. And you understood that. You spent some time catching up with him until Jimin approached you, pulling the two of you to the floor to dance. 

"I am so tired, Jimin.." you complained but the man just smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"Just one song!" He insisted, twirling you around. 

Jimin always had that flirtatious flair with everything he does. It was not as though he was flirting with you blatantly, but he always liked making you blush for sure. 

"I heard you have a boyfriend, Y/N." His full lips curled up into a smirk as if pleased to have caught you off guard.

"Why? Were you surprised?" 

"Mhm, you could say that. You denied me once before." Jimin teased, reminding you of his attempt to woo you years back, and it made you throw your head and chuckle. 

"We were too young then."

Jimin just smirked and nodded pulling you closer as you danced with your other friends before you finally freed your self about a minute or two later.

From a distance, though, Wonwoo was intently observing at how Jimin was looking at you, and he did not like it at all. His gaze was poisonous, lethal, even.

-

You joined the group where your boyfriend was and he immediately looped his arm around your waist and drew you against his side as if showcasing that you were his. 

"Hi love," he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead which took you aback. He never was that comfortable doing that in front of others before, but you could not deny that the bold gesture made your heart flutter.

"Hey. You drank a lot already." 

"No, not yet." He smirked down at you, his attention solely on you as he rubbed your back gently. "You having fun? Or are you tired and want to go home?"

One of the many things you love about Wonwoo is that he is always sensible. He has always been sensitive about how you are feeling because he pays attention to you and somehow naturally senses how you feel. 

You smiled up at him and pressed your body closer to him.

"Maybe we can leave earlier? You had a long day." He added, tucking a strand of your loose hair behind your ear and caressing your face. Such unusual gesture from him, especially in front of your friends and other people though they were busy. At one point however, Wonwoo shifted his gaze and you were in the right mind to follow its direction. That was when you finally realized it - Wonwoo was looking at Jimin who was watching the two of you, and he was asserting his edge on the situation. Your boyfriend's innate possessive side got triggered with how flirty Jimin was with you earlier, one thing you should've considered sooner.

"I'd love that." You answered, wrapping your arm around his back as well, as if a silent reminder to ease the building storm inside him.

Few moments later, you had to excuse yourself so you can go to the empty ladies room, only for Wonwoo to tail behind you quietly.

Wonwoo stood up from the leaned position he was in against the wall as he waited and walked up to you when you left that bathroom. He placed his hands on your shoulders slightly and pushed you playfully back inside, guiding you into a cubicle, locking the door behind you as he snaked his hands over the fabric of your dress, placing his forehead lightly against yours.

"Hey! We might get caught!" You shushed, looking him with wide eyes as your knees wobbled from his gentle teasing.

"Don't pretend like you don't know I've wanted to get you alone since this morning." He whispered softly as he placed a trail of kisses over your skin, from your cheeks and down your neck before capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "And it seems like it's not just me who wants you." His voice muffled against his demanding kiss which made you melt against his arms which were looped around you possessively.

"What are you talking about?" 

"Come on, babe. You know what I am talking about." He growled under his breath, chasing your lips for more when you started pulling away slightly, pressing your hands against his chest.

"Baby. Babe... listen."

He just gave you a cheeky smirk, chuckling at the worried look on your face as you wiped your smeared lipstick off his lips.

"Hm?"

"Wonwoo."

He arched his brow, "What?" 

"It's too risky here!" You basically pleaded, arms wrapping around his shoulders, caressing the back of his neck. Nodding and surrending, he pecked your lips hard one last time before pulling away.

Wonwoo understood. Despite being open about your relationship among your friends and colleagues, your number one goal was to avoid any rumour or scandal especially that you were not within your private space where you can do anything you want.

"I'll go first. You need to fix your lipstick." He teased, opening the door of the cubicle for you.

"Yeah, thanks for that."

You rolled you eyes and watched him check the corridor to ensure the coast was clear before leaving you in the ladies room and returning to the banquet.

Releasing the pent-up breath you had been holding, you fanned yourself and looked at your flushed face and messed-up makeup from the mirror.

You were unsure what your boyfriend consumed that day that made him ever brazen. 

Maybe it was the rose. 

After trying your best to retouch post the encounter in the bathroom, you joined the group, sitting beside your boyfriend who was already yawning. One by one the people were already dispersing so Wonwoo took that opportunity to say goodbye, and you also did. You greeted and hugged everyone, including Jimin, who held you a little tighter as if trying to provoke Wonwoo even more with his playful antics. You knew it was nothing but you pulled away and shook your head at him. 

"Let's go, Y/N." Wonwoo held out his hand and twined it with yours, and, despite the stern expression of his face, gave Jimin a courteous nod.

One of their managers and a security personnel were assigned to drive you back to the hotel where they were staying, and you were really impressed by the level of security and privacy hotels like that offered. 

"We need to book another room, I share with Mingyu." Wonwoo spoke when you settled inside the car. 

You smirked at him, waved your spare keycard, and gave it to him. "Done."

You somehow expected this even before the show, so you also paid for a room reservation online a day before your arrival, and checked in a few things there before going to your other hotel. You checked out of the hotel you stayed in and transferred some of your belongings to your room in their hotel before heading to the party that night. 

Smirking in delight, he took the keycard and leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, "That's my good girl."

-

You entered the hotel separately with him guided to his room by his manager and you going straight into yours. You gave him the spare keycard anyway in case he decides to visit you, which you were looking forward to, if you were being completely honest. 

When you entered your room, you quickly went to the bathroom to run the hot water for a much needed shower after that long day of work. 

You turned the shower on and adjusted the setting, running your hands under the cascading water to check the temperature. Almost immediately, your whole body ached to feel the soothing warm water and you even hummed in excitement. 

Turning to undress, you jumped upon seeing your boyfriend by the door of the bathroom, eyes dark and wanting as he watched you. 

"What the hell, Wonwoo! You'd give me a heart attack!" You exclaimed, clutching your chest while he only grinned at you. 

Mischief and danger hid behind that smile he gave as he locked the bathroom door and stood behind you, meeting your gaze in the slightly fogged up mirror. 

"Let me help you with that," He mumbled under his breath as lips hovered against your skin when he took the clasp of the necklace you were removing form your hand. 

All the while, he was staring intently at you, his usual warm almond eyes were sharp and a lopsided smirk tugged against the corner of his lips. He was teasing you, playing with fire and fuelling yours. 

He reached behind you and placed the necklace on the countertop, bracing himself against the cold marble and caging you in between his arms. 

Then, he crashed his lips against yours, roughly, like he never did before.

Your knees were weak and as if under a spell, you were in complete surrender, wrapping your arms around him when he tilted your head by your chin and plundered your mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss and making you want more. 

Whimpers left your lips when he sucked your lower lip then pulled away with a loud smacking sound. 

"Take your clothes off for me, baby." He ordered, stepping back and watching you. "Go on, don't make me wait.

Those words coming from such perfect face and deep voice, were hypnotizing enough, making you obey without a word. Still looking at his eyes, you fiddled the hem of your dress and peeled it off, leaving you in your matching light blue undergarments. 

"Seems like you've been waiting for me all day, too, love." He growled at the sight of you in his favourite colour, seizing you against his body before and tracing kisses down to the valleys of your breasts and then towards your lips once again. 

"Now be a good girl and undress me." He mumbled against your lips, not letting you go as you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his body. Then, you worked on his belt, button, and zipper, letting his pants pool into his feet which he quickly kicked away.

He shoved you inside the glass partition under the shower head with your body glued together, his lips finding purchase against your skin, making your core throb with a familiar ache. 

Wonwoo pinned you against the cold, tiled wall and snaked his hand inside your panties, feeling your wet, warm core as his middle and ring fingers circled your sensitive nub. He was eager. As if wanting to prove something with his sudden brute force.

"My needy girl... so wet and I haven't even done anything..." 

"W-wonwoo -" You stuttered, gripping against his biceps trying to steady yourself from his sudden teasing.

"Who are you this wet for, Y/N?"

You whimpered when he paused, making your knees buckle and thigh press together. 

"Baby please..." 

"So needy..." He growled, using his other hand to dip and pull a cup of your bra, and then sucked your taut, aching nipple. 

"S-shit!"

"Mmm."

You quivered, eyes closed as you tried keeping your pleasure at bay, which was impossible when his fingers started teasing your slit with gentle strokes towards your clit.

"Look at me in the eyes and tell me who this is for..." 

You met his lustful gaze and gulped, "Y-you." 

"Say it... say who makes you shiver with need." He licked his lower lip as he pressed his fingers against your pulsating clit. He was enjoying his power play, you could see the way his eyes darkened as you shivered from his relentless teasing.

"Wonwoo... you Wonwoo... Please."

"Yeah... I am the only one that can make you this wet and needy, right?"

"Yes, just you..." You nodded eagerly, closing your eyes and crying out as he went down on his knees, ripped your panties, and finally devoured your aching, dripping core as water cascaded against your bodies. 

"My good girl... don't hold back, baby, let me hear you." 

He did not need to tell you. Moans and whimpers left your lips at his expert teasing, sucking and licking your sensitive bud. His tongue lapped at your core, tracing your entrance repeatedly and then drawing figure-eights against your clit while pushing his fingers inside you, curling and searching for that erogenous zone that always made you squirm in pleasure.

His moans were muffled against your sex when your climax coursed through your body quicker than you anticipated, making you nearly lose your balance as you cried out his name.

"Fucking hell..." You slurred, catching your breath and steadying yourself from the sudden outburst of pleasure. 

Wonwoo looked pleased - he had his proud smile when he rose and kissed you, squeezing your ass and pressing your close to him. 

"We're not done yet." He said with such ease before ever so casually reaching for the shampoo bottle and started washing your bodies as you came down from your high. 

Wonwoo lathered your shower gel against your body in the most sensual, teasing way possible. His hand glided through your skin, massaged your breasts and tweaked your nipples, and caressed down to your stomach, your core, and your aching limbs. Every second was intentional seduction, keeping you on the verge with desire.

He allowed you to do the same, palming his whole body down to his hard shaft, pumping him up and down with your soapy hand which made him twitch against your touch until he could take it no longer. He rinsed your bodies with such urgency and once done, pushed your naked body towards the room and the bed. 

"Sit." He commanded. Droplets of water trickled against your skin from your still soaked hair as he stood before you and as you pat your body with a towel, then squeezed water from your hair. 

He took the towel from you and threw it away, then grabbed your hair to force your head upwards when he leaned in to ravage your mouth with ardent kisses.

Need once again simmered inside you and you reached out for him, wanting to feel him closer and relieve whatever ache he was causing. He drew away and stood in between your legs, his shaft standing long and hard in front of you. 

"See what you do to me, Y/N?" He asked, holding the back of your head as you looked up at him and nodded. Your mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful, perfect cock all erect for you. Your core throbbed, needing him so bad.

"Let me see what your pretty little mouth can do."

You normally know what to say but seeing his dominant side made you tongue-tied. While there were rough encounters since your first time, Wonwoo rarely talked in such a manner. He was always a man of few words but eager actions, even in bed. He rarely even cursed but he seemed to do whenever you were in the throes of passion. This time showed a side of him you were already becoming drawn to, evident with the way you seem to surrender under his control so easily.

Eyes peering at him, you licked his polished length from base to tip, running your tongue around the bulbous head of his sizable cock. You slowly took him deep inside your warm mouth, eliciting a loud groan from him.

"Fuck, that's my good girl..." He moaned, looking down at you and pushing your head further down his length so you can take him deeper. "More baby... let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours..."

Carnal desire awakened inside him when he saw you like that, both hands gripping the base and massaging his sacs, as he hit your throat while you bob your head up and down his needy cock. Your eyes watered as you gagged, but it only seemed to further entice him. He tightened his grip on your hair as he increased the pace, your eyes still focused on him as you heed his commands. 

"You look so good taking me like that, letting me fuck your mouth... ah such good girl." He panted for air, hips thrusting one last time before pulling away. Watching you wipe your mouth, he beckoned you to stand and kissed you before turning you around to face the bed.

"On your hands and knees for me, baby." He mumbled, lips brushing against your ear as he shoved you flat in your tummy back into the bed.

In a blink, you were on all fours in the middle of the bed, heart racing and eagerly ancipating his next move, until a loud, hard spank landed on your ass sending you reeling forward from the impact.

"WON - ah!" 

You yelped at the tingling sensation, both pain and pleasure present at the unexpected action, making you bury your face against the cloudlike pillows. Your mind was still processing the flicker of pain and pleasure, when the bed dipped and you felt fevered kisses against your shoulders, tracing down to your spine, and towards your still numb and tingling rear. 

Wonwoo kept complete focus on you and your pleasure as he parted your knees and his tongue swirled and danced around your clit, feeling you move against him as he continued to bury his face between your thighs and grip your rear. A few more teasing motions with his tongue against your pleasure spots, he dove his tongue between your folds, exploring the depth of your core as your essence ran down his mouth like an addicting nectar. His forcefulness built as he pulled you closer towards his mouth, earning whimpers of his name to escape your lips, muffled by the soft sheets you were biting into.

"I want everyone to know you're mine." He stated again as he continued to taste you against his tongue, fingers stimulating your core until you were trembling once more.

The pleasure and his eagerness were slowly driving you over the edge, getting closer and closer to that glorious climax... until he pulled away.

"Wonwoo fuck!" Intense ache throbbed inside you at the unfulfilled bliss that was still at bay when he hauled you once again, yanking your weak body until you were on your back. 

Wonwoo grinned down at you, running his hand over your body, tweaking your nipples while the other thumbed your engorged bundle of nerves.

"Won- hurts... mm... need to..." You arched your body against his touch as needs boiled inside you, aching for that high only he can provide.

He watched you so weak for pleasure under him, but he wanted so much more. He lifted one of your legs and placed dove-like kisses on your shin and down to the inside of your thighs. You jolted.

"Please... baby..." 

"What do you want?" His lips hovered on your navel as he looked up at you. "You have to tell me..."

You swallowed the tears pooling in your throat, trying to hold out as much as you can, "I want... need you to... make me cum... please..."

He smirked. "That's my good girl." 

Wonwoo dove to your core once more, fingers slipping inside your soaked cave and began to massage your sweet spots as his tongue continued to flick in quick motions against your clit. He would only be satisfied until he felt you shaking and making a mess of the silk linens that adorned the bed. His eyes looked up at you overcome with pleasure, a view that he would never tire of. 

"Oh, baby... please mm.. so close..."

Your sounds of encouragement was music to his ears as you wriggled at his actions, feeling your core seeping with excitement over his fingers and dripping down his knuckles as he kept his consistent pace. Your legs delicately wrapping around his broad shoulders built anticipation as he craved to watch you explode in pleasure once more. 

"Give it to me, baby." He growled, stroking that velvety spot inside your walls eagerly.

"W-WONWOO —" 

You wailed and convulsed as a ferocious orgasm rocked through your body, the extent of your bliss filling you from head to toe. 

"Holy... fuck!"

My good girl... you came so hard..."

Wonwoo filled your face with kisses as you came down from your high, hovering over you in between your thighs and wrapping them around his hips. He shifted the both of you to your side facing each other, with his arm supporting your head safely. He eliminated the space between your bodies and kept your legs around him, gripping your rear as he kissed you fervently. 

"You're mine." He declared, staring intently at you and caressing your face. While his eyes were still dark with lust, you saw a twinkle of affection and unadulterated emotions behind them that made your stomach flutter.

"Say it baby... that you are mine and no one else's."

"I am yours, Jeon Wonwoo. Only yours."

He smiled at the certainty in your voice. There was never a doubt about it, but Wonwoo always loved hearing you say it and you always loved reminding him. Unable to wait any longer, he kissed you, lined himself in your heated entrance, and sank in deep.

And raw. 

For the first time ever. 

You nearly lost your mind. 

You never thought making love with Wonwoo could be any more indescribable, but here you were, feeling every ridge and friction of his perfect manhood as he stretched and filled you raw over and over again.

"Fuck so tight... my sweet pussy... mine..." He crooned in his euphoric state, eyes closed as he gripped your rear and bucked, pushing himself impossibly deep inside your hot core. "You're mine, Y/N...just mine... Jimin can never have you... no one else can... mine..."

You drew away slightly to watch him, pondering on his words until you realized it. There was jealousy in the mix. While it has been a while since your last intimate encounter leading to pent up needs, his possessive side was also on an all-time high that day, hence, the dominance and the power play. It sent electric shock to your core watching him take you and hold you possessively - his eyes closed, brows knitted, and lips agape. He looked so good it should be illegal.

"I am yours, just yours Wonwoo." You whispered and kissed him lovingly, pouring out your emotions in that exchange. His pace increased as the slapping of your skin, the squelching of his cock, and the sounds of your groans and whimpers created music against the night. 

You were in sync - mind, body, heart, and soul.

"I will fill you up so good, baby." 

"Ugh yes - please... fuck me..."

Wonwoo savoured the feeling of your hot, velvety walls clamping around him without barriers as he hammered into you. His fingers buried against the soft flesh of your rear, squeezing you hard as he guided you to meet his every thrust.

"You want it, baby? You me to fuck you... full?" 

His words were broken up between lowly moans against your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hips slowing down and sensually rolling so he could feel every inch that he filled inside of you. His thrusts became slightly rougher as he pounded himself inside of you deeply, as if carving every inch of your walls as his. "Will fuck you so good baby... fill you up..."

Your body arched, revelling at the feeling of his huge length inside you, earning a loud moan as he took you wholly. He watched you lean back and as you did so one of his hands gripped your breasts, pinching and pulling on your erect buds while he wrapped his lips around the other, suckling and wanting to satisfy and please you as he picked up the pace. 

"Wonwoo... I'm... ugh—" He landed another harsh smack against your ass sending a zing of pleasure straight to your core. 

"Go on, baby. Be a good girl and make a mess for me." He hushed as he trailed open mouthed kisses against your neck and jawline and then your lips, tongue delving inside your mouth. 

Wonwoo jerked his hips, pulled away completely and then breached your walls again. Hard. He flicked your clit with his fingers and orgasm blasted through you, scorching every single cell of your body.

You moaned his name, again and again, clinging onto him as his flesh continued ramming inside you while your walls molded around him tighter and tighter with your release.

"One more, baby. I want more." Wonwoo stiffled against your skin, as he bit and nibbled the sweet spots on your neck and collarbone. The feeling of your walls around him skin to skin, was like a drug to him, or a craving that he never knew he had all along making him greedy for more. 

"Fuck... c-can't baby." You whimpered, high and overstimulated as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. 

"Yes you can. For me... yeah? Come for me once more... you can do it, baby."

Wonwoo purred, pushing you on your back, your hips propped up on a pillow as he knelt caged between your thighs and impaled you once more with a hard, determined thrust. Your drenched core coated his cock, making it even easier for him to glide in and out of you, no matter how tight you were. The in-drawing sensation of your pussy was driving him insane. 

Sheen layer of sweat coated your bodies as you both panted and trembled, your legs wrapped around him and your nails raked against his back while he slammed his hips vigorously, urging both of your release.

"Fuck... my good girl... mm... gonna fill you up..."

"Won- "

"Mine..." He cupped your face and tilted your head so you can look at him in the eyes as he pummeled into you. "I love you... so much."

"Yours, yours... I love you so... much..." You whispered in between puffs of air, tears rolling against your cheek as he snapped his hips faster and rougher, making you cry louder. "Want your -"

"Yes, yes, baby... my good girl. You want me to cum?" He asked, nuzzling and groaning against your neck as you squeezed him in, a foretaste of your impending orgasm. "Tell me.. tell me you want me to cum..."

"I want...you...to cum for me..." You mewled. 

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wonwoo kept his pace until his hips stuttered and his cock swelled deep inside you, painting your walls with his thick, hot cum, wailing your name as his body collapsed with the mind-numbing pleasure. Your walls pulsated around him, clamping him in and milking every last drop of his release as you let him bask in his orgasm. "Yes, baby. Take it... Take my cum..." Wonwoo grunted drunkenly, feeling you so close to your release and when he buried his cock deeper with his remaining strength, you finally erupted with a loud wonton cry of ecstacy, toes curling and body shuddering under his weight.

"Wonwoo! Fuck yes! Fuck baby—" You weren't sure how it was possible, but your climax was even longer this time, all-consuming and earth-shattering and Wonwoo felt it rocking through him as you spasmed around him. 

"That's it, baby...that's it..." He stiffled against your skin, fingers working on your clit as you surfed the wave of your climax, until you both came down from your glorious high, fully spent and satiated.

Wonwoo kissed you gently as he pulled away, cradling you in his arms softly, protectively when you whined at the empty feeling. "I love you so much... so good to me... let me take care of you, baby.." You could only hum and smile against the kiss. 

You weren't sure what was happening few moments later - you were sore, overstimulated, and nearly unconscious. You reckoned you could feel him inside you for days. The next thing you knew, Wonwoo was parting your thighs, wiping your core gently with a warm, damp towel as he let you rest and catch your breath.

"We n-need shower... messy..." You mumbled, and he just chuckled at your state. 

"Can you even walk, baby?" 

"Hmm, I can. I just need some time."

He crawled towards the bed by your side and cradled your head under his arms and that was when you got to admire how utterly flawless he looked — skin glowing, tips of his nose and ears pink, lips plump and red, blue hair all messed up, and his neck and chest sweat-clad. 

"I love you and your jealous ass." You declared, flicking his nose gently. "You know that, right?" 

"I do. I love you." He nodded and cupped your face to peck your lips. "Sorry, love. Was I too rough?"

You hummed, looping an arm around him, "Hhmm. It's all good. I kinda liked it."

Wonwoo smirked at you, pleased with himself, and drew you closer, snuggling and savouring the post-coital bliss. 

Before the night ended, you found yourselves back in the shower, making yet another mess and screaming each other's name. 

BONUS:

It was a random decision on your end. You really weren't supposed to be in the studio as you were on a break which was long overdue, but you were bored and you hadn't seen Wonwoo for about a week. So, you decided to whip up some surprise and buy snacks to surprise the members and the team during the filming of SeungKwan Boo's Past Life Destiny for Going Seventeen 2020. 

The team were gathered in a circle when you entered discreetly, all of them still huddled and finding their partners. Hiding with the staff members behind the camera, you saw your boyfriend being rejected several times, with the members teasing him that he doesn't need a partner because he has you anyway. Wonwoo looked extra cuddly that day with his white turtle neck shirt and knitted navy sweaters. He seemingly had high energy, too, like one of the junior producers told you. You loved seeing him like that, playful and excited. 

However, you started sensing Wonwoo's slight unease and discomfort after few more failed rounds, and even the head PD that daysaw it, too. So, when he was finally on the chair as the last member to match, the PD requested you to surprise him to lift his mood back up. It was never something you would do during filming, but you felt it was needed that day.

You emerged from behind the cameras and quietly approached him, earning excited reactions from the team. 

"No peeking yet, hyung!" Seungkwan exclaimed, with such contagious excitement, standing next to Wonwoo and ensuring he wouldn't turn around just yet.

"Waaah, nice Wonwoo-hyung!" The members cheered and hooted, making Wonwoo even more curious as to who actually came to be his partner.

"Why? Do I have many admirers?" Your boyfriend joked, then turned around, gasping in surprise and delight when saw you beaming and reaching out your hand to him. 

"Waaaah!! When did you get here?!" Wonwoo marvelled, nearly falling off the chair while taking your hand and engulfing you in a hug as everyone cheered. You just chuckled and rubbed his back. He held you tight and breathed you in, immediately soothing whatever discomfort he was feeling. 

"I bought you guys food." You smiled at him and pushed him back on the chair to resume the filming. He smiled brightly at you, blood rushing to his cheeks as he nodded and finally let you go. 

Knowing you were there and right on time as always, his battery became fully-charged once again. 

You are there for him, in his brightest days or darkest nights.

And he loves you, in his brightest and darkest moments, too.

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Because, I Love You | 08

Jungkook x Older!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst,

; Word Count: 3.4k

; Warnings: Mentions of blood, discussions of miscarriage, slight breakdown, mental health discussion, grief

; Synopsis: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

; A/N: New banner for this series as well! And this chapter deals with the aftermath of the previous chapter, which will see them discuss how they are feeling/how they coped with the miscarriage. If you’ve ever had a miscarriage, then please only read if you are comfortable with it! And for any guys who read this and have experienced this, I hope you found the support you needed as well, and remember for everyone that there is no ‘right’ way to grieve. If you enjoyed this, please let me know by sending an ask or leaving a comment, and reblog it (with warnings) for others to read!

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You’re not sure if there’s a right or a wrong way to grieve a miscarriage, especially when the pregnancy hadn’t even been planned. Were you mourning enough? Or was it too much? When was an acceptable time to stop crying? Or had you already passed that point?

In reality, you knew that there was no right or wrong answer. You’d struggled with this at first, just trying to comprehend that you weren’t pregnant anymore. That something had caused your body to decide this wasn’t the time to have a baby. The problem with something as confusing and intimate as a miscarriage was that your emotions and feelings were all over the place.

At first, you’d sobbed into Jungkook’s arms when the gynaecologist had confirmed that you were miscarrying. The first thing she’d told you upon returning, after letting you both have a moment, was that it was highly unlikely that anything you’d done had caused the miscarriage. That miscarriages were very common for women, with ten to twenty per cent of pregnancies resulting in miscarriages, which was thought to be a low number. 

You’d stopped bleeding a week ago, and another checkup had confirmed that you’d passed the pregnancy and they didn’t need to intervene. The past week had been tough, as it felt like your body was heaving a sigh of relief now that the intensive physical effects were over, which meant that you were so damn tired. You’d taken a week of sick leave, and had now taken an extra week of vacation to just cope with everything and you’d spent most of it either asleep or lying in bed.

Part of you felt lazy, but an overriding part of you didn’t care. Jungkook had been struggling to get you to eat, and you knew that you were probably sinking into depression. The hardest thing, though, was knowing this and doing nothing about it. It was like watching yourself from outside your own body, and feeling frustrated but not being able to do anything.

Despite what your gynaecologist had said, you couldn’t help but blame yourself in some way. Ask if there was something better you could have done. Should you have eaten better? Exercised more? Is it because you were overweight? Maybe you’d been too stressed at work. That was perhaps the hardest part of it all - trying to find an answer that you knew didn’t exist. No matter what you think or the obsessive way your mind runs in circles…you know that you didn’t do anything to cause this.

Things like this happen, in humans and other animals. Nothing you could have done could have stopped it. But it’s so hard to acknowledge this, especially whilst it’s all still so fresh.

The prospect of having to go back to work next week and face people who had no idea was hard, and you weren’t entirely sure how you would do it. You didn’t want them to know, but at the same time you did, if just to make conversations easier. What if there were other women in the office who’d been through what you had? Maybe they’d have some advice. But at the same time, you were afraid they’d judge you. 

Why they’d do that, you don’t know, but you’ve long ago learnt that minds don’t rationalise things well sometimes. Part of you envied Jungkook, in that he hadn’t had to go through any of the physical trauma that you had and could continue with his life without ever having to remember that pain or hurt.

And then you’d feel instantly ashamed of thinking that because you wouldn’t wish what you’d gone through on anyone. Not to mention that you know Jungkook is grieving and suffering in his way. You can’t imagine how hard it must have been for him, to have to watch all of this from the outside and know he can’t do anything to help. And on top of that, it was his baby too.

Guilt wells within you, and you realise that you probably haven’t treated him as well as you should have for the last two weeks. Sure, you had extenuating circumstances, but it doesn’t settle well with you. 

Glancing over at the clock, you note that he’s been longer than he should have to just get a glass of water. It was just after nine o’clock at night, and you’d managed to spend the day out of bed. So you hadn’t left the house, but you’d at least busied your body and your mind with cleaning the house from top to bottom. You were tired now, so damn tired, and Jungkook had gone downstairs to the kitchen to get you both some water when you’d mentioned how thirsty you were.

That had been at half-eight, and apparently, you’d been too busy wallowing in your thoughts to notice his absence. Swallowing guiltily, you push back the covers and get up to go find him. 

It’s only when you’re halfway between the staircase and the kitchen that you hear a sniffle, and you freeze in place. Without hearing anything else, your entire body goes cold and your heart sinks at the noise. There’s only one reason you’d hear that from the kitchen, and you know he’s not watching TikTok or anything because his phone is back upstairs.

Padding to the kitchen door, you peer through and look inside. He hasn’t turned the light on, so the room is in darkness but you can make out the sight of him standing by the counter next to the sink through what light comes through the window. His oversized black shirt hugs his broad shoulders, and you note that he’s bracing himself against the counter.

The noise comes again, and you watch carefully as his shoulders jerk in time with it, before his hand comes up to his face. Gripping the door frame tightly, you take in the fact that he’s crying. And he’s doing it quietly, so you won’t hear.

“Jungkook?” Whispering his name out, his shoulders stiffen in response and you feel your heart break. You didn’t want to catch him out, nor did you ever want to make him feel like he needs to hide this from you, but clearly you have. Maybe he just didn’t want to talk about it with you, which makes your heart hurt even more.

“Are you…are you okay?” Moving over to him, you hesitate for a moment before placing a hand against his back. He feels stiff and uncomfortable in a way you’ve never felt before, but he’s not giving off any hostile vibes to you. More like he’s embarrassed to have been caught, which makes you even more sad.

“Talk to me, please.” Slowly, you let your hands slide around his sides until you’re hugging him, your cheek pressed to his back muscle whilst your palms stroke his stomach. Not in a sexual way, but in a soothing way. You want him to know you’re here for him. He’s been your rock for the last few weeks, and you’re his rock as well. Or so you hope.

“Sorry, it’s nothing.” Jungkook says, his voice filled with faux happiness but you can hear the way it wavers slightly. Squeezing him tighter, you ponder for a moment whether to let him carry on with his act, before deciding against it. He’s clearly hurting, and it’s only now that you realise that you’ve not talked about how he’s felt about the miscarriage. The focus medically and personally had been on you, given that it had been your body going through the miscarriage.

“It’s something, I know you. Please talk to me, I’m here for you just like you were here for me. Don’t hold back, talk to me.” You beg him, holding him tighter until he lets out a deep sigh that makes you rise and fall with him. If he doesn’t want to, then you won’t push anymore, but you don’t want him to feel like he has to keep quiet.

But then he lightly grasps one of your wrists, his fingers slightly cold against your skin as holds on tightly. Not in a way to hurt you, but almost to anchor himself. Then he takes another deep breath, but you hear the way it wavers and catches.

Almost immediately, you reach out to turn him around before cupping his cheeks in your hands. Even in the dim light, you see the way his eyes glisten with unshed tears and the shiny tracks down his face where they’ve already fallen. Seeing the clear signs of distress and upset on his face felt like someone just reached into your chest and twisted your heart.

“Baby…” 

Without saying anything else, you grab the two water bottles he’d filled up and left on the side before taking his hand and tugging at it gently. There’s a tiny bit of resistance from him before he gives in and lets you pull him along as you go back upstairs. Neither of you says anything, but you sit on the bed and pull the covers over your lap before looking at him expectantly with a welcoming smile.

There’s a brief second where he just stands there and looks down at the floor before letting out a deep sigh and crawling onto the bed. And then, of his own accord, he reaches out and takes your hand before squeezing it tightly.

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but I’d really like it if you would. Please. You’ve been here for me these last two weeks but I’m here for you, too. Please don’t think you have to hide things from me, I don’t want that.” You beg, bringing his hand up to your mouth and pressing a kiss to it as if you can imprint your sincerity into his skin.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a moment, still as silent as ever but you get the sense that he’s on the verge, so you stay quiet as well. Let him come to you, now that you’ve made clear you’re here for him. Something like this, what he’s feeling and how he’s coping, can’t be pushed and you need him to feel comfortable with you.

Finally, he lets out another sigh but it’s far shakier and weaker than the previous one. Nose-length, wavy black hair obscures most of his eyes to you as he keeps his head bowed, but you see how he presses his lips together in a desperate attempt to keep it together. Quietly, you kiss his hand again and he finally breaks.

“I’m sorry, I don’t…I don’t know what to say. Or what I’m meant to say, and I…god I feel so stupid for getting like this.” He croaks out, pulling your entwined hands to press against his forehead in a clear sign of desperation. You can see his eyes now, and he’s got them closed. Despite that, you can easily see the puffiness and redness of his skin.

“Hey, don’t feel stupid. Whatever you’re feeling isn’t stupid, and you’re not meant to say anything. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. I’m here for you, though, and you can talk to me about anything. Especially this. Please don’t hold it inside.” Jungkook sniffles again, his entire body jolting with the movement before he shakes his head slowly.

“It’s not, I mean - you were the one who went through this. I should be stronger for you, not falling apart like this and making you care for me. Not after what you’ve gone through.” Each word is thick with tears and you sigh quietly, wondering when you’d given him the impression that he wasn’t allowed to feel sad or upset. You’d thought your relationship was more honest than this, but you’re honest enough to acknowledge that you’ve been wallowing in your sorrow lately.

“Hey, don’t talk like that, okay? You were strong for me, and you still are. Don’t start any of that toxic masculinity bullshit, not now. It was your baby too, and even if you didn’t have to go through any of the physical pain then you’re still going through it mentally. So, talk to me. Even if you think you’re sounding selfish or dumb, I want to hear and be here for you in the same way you’ve been here for me.” And just like that, he bursts into heaving sobs that rack his whole body - two weeks' worth of hurt and pain and confusion that he’d hidden away finally coming to the fore.

Immediately, you pull him to you and wrap him up in your arms, letting your fingers run through his hair as you whisper soft words of assurance to him. It makes you want to cry, and already you have tears building at the sheer pain in his sobs. 

“I feel like such a bad person, I couldn’t do anything for you and I just had to sit and watch as you hurt and went through all this. And I couldn’t fucking do anything but just…sit there like a goddamn lemon. I’ve never felt so fucking useless because I couldn’t do anything! You were going through this horrible thing, and I was just…I was useless. You were so excited for the baby and then, suddenly, it was like…and I felt guilty! Because what if I’d done something to cause this? Maybe in my sleep, I moved weirdly and hurt you, and it was all my fault? 

“Or-or what if it was fate or whatever saying that I don’t deserve to be a dad yet? I know I’d said I was fine with it all but in the back of my mind, I kept thinking like…what if I’m not? What if I’m not ready to be a dad? What if I’ll hate it? Maybe I don’t actually want this, and then you were miscarrying and what if it was me? Did I cause it? Maybe the baby knew that I wasn’t fully invested or something and, like, I mean, it’s stupid I know but I can’t help thinking it and then I get so upset because I did want the baby and I did want to be a daddy but I was scared as well and I didn’t mean it! I didn’t, I swear I didn’t mean it!” 

His words are slurred together as he rushes to get them out, some of them catching in his throat as he sobs and you struggle to make sense of them sometimes. But you get the general gist and you want to cry with him. Jungkook had spent two weeks thinking things like this? The thought of it makes your heart break all over again and hug him tighter to you, pressing kisses to his head as he continues.

“And then, like, I mean, I just didn’t know what to do. Would people blame me? Am I even allowed to feel sad or upset because we didn’t even plan it? I know the nurse said that I would grieve too but like…it wasn’t happening to me. It was happening to you - I hadn’t done anything. It was all in your body, so why was I getting upset? But then I couldn’t make you feel good, I couldn’t take the pain away and you were already so much…I didn’t want to tell you any of this. I didn’t want to be a burden on you or make you feel like you needed to take care of me when you were going through this awful thing. I needed to be strong for you, not fall apart but it was so hard.” He pauses now and pulls away, pushing his hair out of his face before finally looking at you for the first time.

You’ve never seen him cry like this, and you feel guilty that he’d been holding all of this inside. That he’d felt he had to be strong and push all of his hurt and sadness and confusion to the side for you. But at the same time, you understand him. The attention has been on you for the last two weeks, and he’s just been on the periphery of it all. 

“Jungkook…baby, listen to me, okay? I’m sorry that I didn’t notice, and before you say anything - yes, I was going through a lot but that’s not an excuse. We’re partners, and you felt like you couldn’t rely on me. I love you, and I love you even more after these last few weeks because you’ve been the perfect partner for me. Taking such good care of me, making sure I’m eating and coping, giving me painkillers when I need them and sorting out the house. You’ve been amazing, and I’m…I’m so sorry that I didn’t see. You’re not a burden, and you never have been.” 

Cupping his face gently, you wipe away his tears before leaning over and pressing a kiss to his nose. He sniffles afterwards, looking embarrassed and shy, but you can already see a lightness to him, like getting it off his chest has made him feel better. Given how cathartic you find it to complain or rant about things, you know that you’re probably right.

“I just…I feel like I should’ve done better.” He whispers, his beautiful eyes watery with tears whilst his lip quivers.

“You did perfect, I swear. I know that you didn’t understand what I was feeling physically, but you’ve helped me so much. Please don’t think that you didn’t do enough, because you did. And don’t feel like you’re not allowed to grieve, it was your baby too. You didn’t do anything to cause this, just like I didn’t - believe me, I’ve blamed myself a million times but I know that, rationally, I didn’t do anything. These things happen, and that’s the same for you. Life isn’t punishing you or me, because I had the same thoughts you did. What if I wasn’t ready and I was just lying about it? What if I had the baby and I realised I hated being a mom? I think those are normal thoughts, and you’ve not been punished. Neither have I, it’s hard to come to terms with, but I swear it’s true.” Stroking his cheeks, you give him a reassuring smile even as more tears spill over onto his cheeks.

There’s not the same level of desperation behind them as before, and you sense that you’ve both turned a corner. Letting go of his face, you open your arms and gesture with your head towards the bed.

“Cuddle?” Jungkook nods, his expression almost a little shy and your heart aches at just how young he looks. Sure, he’s a fully grown adult and he’s only six years younger than you, but there’s an expression on his face that makes him look so lost. Given everything you’ve learnt about Jungkook, it hurts even more when you know how naturally empathetic he is so you can’t even begin to imagine how hard this has been for him.

Going through the process of miscarriage physically was something you never want to go through again, even if you can’t guarantee that, but you also can’t imagine having to stand on the sidelines and just watch it all happen. Knowing that you can’t do anything to change what’s happening, or make it feel better.

The two of you curl under the covers, and Jungkook presses his face into your chest as he curls into a ball. Sighing, you sling a leg over his hips and let your fingers play with his hair. He’s held you like this so many times for the last two weeks, and you feel a sense of satisfaction and peace that you can do the same for him.

“Grieve as much as you want, Jungkook. Don’t hold it in, okay? Don’t ever feel bad for whatever you’re feeling, and if you want to talk to me then do it. You can tell your friends if you want if you think they’ll help you if you want to talk through stuff that you’re not comfortable talking about with me. Or your therapist, whatever you choose…you’re not alone, okay? You’ve made me feel so loved and cared for, and I want you to know that I love and care for you just as much.” You kiss his hair, the only part of his head you can reach given he’s burrowed his face into you.

“Love you” He mumbles, and you more feel the words as they vibrate against your skin than hear him. Smiling, you hug him a little tighter and repeat the words back to him.

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bands | sixteen

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summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 5.0k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, angst, anxiety, alcohol consumption, slight intoxication, physical abuse, slight verbal abuse, belittling, mentions of cuts/wounds but nothing too graphic, mentions of coke

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi @jimidol @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @preciouschimine @sunniejinnie @cypheruby @cyb3rbab3 @masterlists101 @awhnamjoon @redhedhoseok @wooya1224 @taeismydeath​ @jikookiekosmos​ @un2-verse​ @aynsx​ @wearenot7withu​ @knjeuphoria​ @bringitseijoh​ (closed!)

Jungkook laid on the dorm couch, legs sprawled out as he wore his hood and covered his face as much as possible. He shut his eyes, trying to make sense of the cryptic texts you had sent him.

"We shouldn't do this anymore."

"I can't do this, Jungkook."

"You don't deserve this."

"I'm only trouble."

"We aren't going to work."

He repeatedly called you, asking for an explanation, a way to help make things better because none of this should have been the reason for you to want to call it 'quits' like that. He asked for you to talk to him. He'd call and after two rings, it'd bring him straight to voicemail. It never failed. Indeed, there was much more to the text but he only fixated on a few lines, and those few lines seem to be circling his head time and time again with no sign of leaving him alone.

"I think I'm falling in too deep and I need to stop this while I can. You hear them, you hear the shit they say. I would never let them ruin you, I don't want them to. You deserve better. Maybe it's true that I don't fit into this."

It frustrates him, every single time. Where the hell did he go wrong? Why was there a sudden change? Something was off, and god forbid if his assumptions were right. But, everything was leading right back to it. The way you called in sick, the way you shut everyone out. The way you texted him these things, wouldn't pick up his calls just to tell him you're busy or whatever the hell it was. It didn't sound like you. It didn't seem like you at all.

All things led right back to the club. To Bigs. Where you felt high and mighty. Wanted. Like no one could ever hurt you the way they did outside of the club because they worshipped you in there. They knelt down to you. The way you were so fucking tough there. He knew this is where you would fall back if things got rough. He couldn't help but think that you had been forced into it though, because he knew you didn't give a shit about that anymore. Ah well, forced or not, it just felt so off. Unusual.

"Hey." Namjoon sits on the floor near Jungkook's head. "You good?" He asks even though he's fully aware he's not. Joon hates those people who ask if something's wrong when clearly, something is wrong — however, he wasn't really sure how else to open up this conversation without coming off too pushy or forward. Too insensitive, even.

"Nope."

"What's going on?" Jungkook sighs as he tries to lower his hood even more, although there's no more of his hood to lower. He keeps his hand on his face, trying his hardest to keep himself together.

"I don't know." Now, going back to earlier — everyone can tell Jungkook isn't happy. They've tried to butter him up and make him feel better even though they knew you were the only person who could truly make him happy again. They've tried to talk to him in one way or another, but they never forced him if he didn't want to. The only person that really hasn't said much was Jimin, and that also pisses him off because if he had anything to do with this, he will surely fuck him up for ruining his happiness.

"You hear from Y/N? She still sick? Does she need anything?"

"She's not sick."

"Hm?" Joon slightly turns back, confused.

"Something else is wrong."

"Like what?"

"She's not picking up my calls. Not answering my texts the way she normally does. When she does, it's super blunt or one worded."

"Maybe she's really not feeling well, or just caught up with things—"

"No, hyung. I know her, she always has her priorities straight. Even if she was sick, she wouldn't do this. She wouldn't go as far as to shutting her own brother out."

"Idol life too overwhelming? I get it." Jimin jokes as he walks into the kitchen, making Jungkook shoot his head up to glare at him.

"The fuck, can you not? I don't see why you feel the need to joke around right now."

"Jeez, sorry. I just thought I'd lighten up the mood somehow."

"Come on, dude." Namjoon looks at him with disappointment, Jimin only returning the gesture by rolling his eyes and walking away. "How can I help you?" Joon asks, returning his attention back to Jungkook.

"Maybe I was being selfish bringing her into all of this. These people— they're fucking mean, and she's already had her fair share of dealing with mean people. How am I supposed to protect her all while not feeling selfish about it?"

"You're not selfish, who told you that?"

"Jimin." That's like strike.. whatever to Namjoon at this point. Why the hell was Jimin being so fucking weird?

"Look, I know it's not easy in this industry. But I think what you can do is prove to her that you won't hurt her, especially with everyone around her doing nothing but hurting her. You need to show her that you're different from the rest of them, that she can fully trust you. If I were in her shoes, to be honest, it would be scary for me. You got a whole lot of shit going on in your life. You're expected to provide a lot, and on top of that, you haven't had the best reputation with women."

"Yeah, I hear you."

"Then, nothing else matters. You keep fighting for her if she really matters to you. Does she?"

"Of course she does, I mean, can't you tell? I've never been this way over someone." Joon nods.

"You sure as fuck haven't. It still catches me and the guys by surprise. But, I'm happy to see someone helping you become a better person. She's been nothing but genuinely sweet, and I know she already does a hell of a job taking care of you."

"She's— I don't know. She's become so important to me."

"I know she has, and I'm happy to hear that. I really am." Joon sighs. "So tell me, what can I do? I hate seeing you like this."

"Well, I'm sure as hell not allowed at the club. Bigs will do anything to get back at me for what I did to him. He won't hesitate."

"I won't let him. We won't. You really think she went back?" Jungkook nods.

"Positive. Something doesn't feel right. It feels weird. And I feel like she was egged into this. I don't like it one bit."

"Want me to go check out the club tonight?"

"Yeah, please?" Jungkook says. "But don't be too obvious. Bring Jin hyung or someone who could use a lap dance or two."

"Sooo Jin hyung?" They chuckle.

"Yeah, exactly."

"And if she's there?"

"Then I'm going straight to her tomorrow night. I just need to make sure I do this right because I don't want her or Kai to get hurt. I'll stay out there if I have to just to make sure she doesn't go back. What else do I have to do—" Jungkook pauses to stop himself because this clearly wasn't you. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Who the fuck made her do this?"

"Bigs, who else?"

"No, she wouldn't listen to just Bigs. He's definitely working with someone and using shit against her."

"Okay, let's just not assume the worst. I'll head there tonight and drag Jin hyung with me."

"Thanks hyung, I really appreciate it."

"No problem." Joon gently massages his shoulder before getting up from his spot to make his way back to his room.

All Jungkook can think about doing is sleeping more right now. He'll send the occasional text to check on Kai and see how he was doing, but they both worried too much about you and Jungkook would hate to tell him that you ended up going back to the club. He didn't think he would tell him, he didn't think he'd have to because he was gonna make sure to get you out of there before shit hit the roof again. If it hasn't already, and he's hoping it hasn't.

And so when Namjoon and Jin hyung [obviously in need of that lap dance or two] head out to the club, Jungkook stays in his dorm room, suddenly feeling the adrenaline rushing through his body even though he can't do shit besides sit here and wait. He goes through the random pictures he's taken of you - the cute, candid photos he had of you, the cute candid photo of you as his lock screen. He deletes all the texts in his inbox even though he knows it might have been a little late. It honestly hasn't mattered to him in such a long time, but he just never got around to wiping his inbox clean since he was so caught up with you - his baby.

"Is this going to turn into some kind of action movie? We bust through the doors, take down all the guards and steal Y/N?"

"No, hyung. Jesus. Do you forget you're an idol? That's probably the very last thing we should do."

"So, what do we do?"

"We just walk in there like we normally do?"

"Boring."

"Plus, we can't have Bigs onto us like that. We have to act like we don't know anything."

"Do you really think he's using something against her?"

"I don't know. I have to be honest though, I think Jimin's involved."

"W-what?" Jin says, furrowing his brows. "No, he can't be."

"Trust me. He always acts so weird around her, and he's probably the one person who hasn't taken this as seriously. He hasn't said anything to Jungkook."

"But why though?"

"I don't know, beats me. I just don't think he respects her. Or, likes her. Whatever it is."

"She hasn't done anything to him though."

"That makes it worse, doesn't it?"

"How could you be so sure?"

"Look hyung, I'm not. I just think he's involved. My gut says so. We'll find out whether I'm right or not, right?"

"I hope you aren't. That'll really mess Kookie up."

"Well. I love him, but he'll have to learn the hard way for butting into someone else's business like that. No matter what the reason is." Namjoon parks the car and fixes his rolled up sleeves before adjusting the Rolex on his wrist. He looks at Jin once more, nodding in approval once they both feel like they've fixed themselves enough to look presentable, not questionable.

Meanwhile, you had just finished up your time on stage so you headed to the back to take a break. Bigs hadn't given you the option to secure private bookings knowing damn well there would be opportunity for Jungkook and some of his boys to slip through and try to work their magic in private. As much as possible, you were just trying to protect Jungkook, even though you knew he wouldn't back down without a fight. You knew Bigs wasn't all that tough, but right now, he seemed to hold a lot of power with Jimin being on his team. And you knew damn well it was Jimin all along. Did you have concrete evidence? No. But your gut feeling might as well be enough with the way he talks to you. Why else would Bigs all of a sudden feel all mighty? Bigs had threatened Jungkook and your brother enough to keep your mouth shut. Enough to keep your attitude level at a 0.

The scene played in your head over and over again—

"I gave you a better life, you ungrateful piece of shit. You do as I say and your little Jungkook and your little Kai won't get hurt. You think I'm scared of them, sweetie? You think I'm scared of you? Your stepfather don't give a damn about you two. I can easily send my men down to do their magic, especially after how Jungkook treated me. Is that how he repays me after all the special treatment I've given him?" Mr. Bigs hunched over you. "You two wanna play me like a fool, I'll show you two what it's like to be played like a fool." He pulled on your hair before aggressively releasing and spitting to the side.

There was no way they would get dragged into this. Not anymore. They didn't deserve to be included in this no matter what it was.

Boy, did you miss Jungkook. Everything about him. It took everything in you not to come running back. It took everything in you not to answer those calls or texts like you normally would.

You chose him, every single time. You wish he knew that. Him and Kai.

You sighed, sipping on the flask you snuck in. The alcohol relieving you of any pain, helping you feel numb as the night goes on. You didn't want to feel tonight, you just didn't. Why would you, when everything had just been hurting you lately?

You had just finished dancing out on the main stage, throwing your ass back to some Megan and Cardi. A few other dancers were gathered at a vanity, sneakily sniffing lines of coke while Bigs and his men were busy paroling the main stage.

"You want some of this, sis? In celebration of you coming back?" One of the other dancers smirks at you. You simply shake your head no and return to the flask in your hand.

"I'm good, thank you."

"Alright, well it's here if you want it. Just let me know, babe." Her and the other dancers go back to their business on the vanity. However, another dancer continues to eye you, sympathy filling her expression as she approaches you while you sip on your flask once more. You were starting to feel pretty tipsy again, hoping you could just hide out in the back 'till the very end of your shift.

"Y/N." She says, her hand gently on your arm. "You okay?"

"I'm good." You purse your lips together to prevent yourself from tearing up. Those words were triggering for you because you were not okay, whatsoever.

"Why did you come back, babe?" She genuinely asks, worried about you. "Did Bigs do something?"

"No." You lied. "Things just didn't work out elsewhere I guess, and I need money."

"Didn't work out? I saw the way Jungkook handled Bigs that night." If anything, she was probably the one dancer who paid attention to the environment around her. Everyone else was oblivious to the shit that's been happening and that's because they didn't give a fuck about anyone else. Her stage name was Trixie, but her real name was Miki. She too didn't really enjoy being here but her parents talked so much about how she was useless and couldn't make it out in the world, especially as a vlogger. She loved it. She loved being in front of the camera and talking to the world thru the lens. But her parents thought it was dumb— that she was dumb for even wanting to grow a career online like that. Besides all of it, she remained sweet, and she was always super nice to you. You wouldn't be surprised if she knew about you and Jungkook, and you honestly wouldn't have a problem with it. She never treated you wrong. She knew Bigs had a tendency to overstep and abuse the power he had with his status and his money. However, she knew he was a big coward and that he was all talk, no play — especially if it was outside of the club. He may be a big honcho here, but outside, he had no chance. And she couldn't wait until the day he'd get his for all the mess he's caused.

"Yeah well, things happen." She shakes her head.

"Y/N, you can talk to me. Look, as much as I love seeing your face, you have so much potential. You don't deserve to be stuck here. Let me help you figure this out."

"I'm okay, Miki. Thank you, though." She nods, not wanting to press you any further.

"Well, I'm here for you." She gives your arm one good squeeze before walking off.

Eventually, the rest of the dancers retreat back out onto the floor, leaving you to hide away in the back room as long as possible — which is why Namjoon can't get a glimpse of you anywhere out in the main area. Bigs is actually a little taken aback to see both him and Jin walking through the club, even after everything that has gone down. But hey, business is business— and if they weren't gonna cause any trouble, so be it. He knows though, he knows full well there's a possibility they're here for you.

"Boys! Long time no see!" He greets them, Joon and Jin giving him a toothless smile in return. "How've you been? What brings you in?"

"Mr. Bigs." Namjoon says, smoothing down his shirt. "Ah, we're good, just getting busy prepping for the tour. Wanted to take a little breather tonight."

"Well, I'm glad you guys came here to do so. Can I get you two anything to drink?" The both of them shake their heads. "Anything to help relieve that stress?"

"We're good, thanks. Just gonna sit out on the floor for a bit."

"You two let me know if there's anything I can do for you, at all." Bigs smiles at them as he begins to watch them walk away. "Make sure she's covered." Bigs slightly turns his head to speak through the headset mic, alerting his men to keep an eye out. He thinks he's said it low enough so that Jin and Namjoon don't hear, but Jin catches the movement in his peripherals, causing him to pinch Joon's bicep.

"Back room." Jin says, subtly nodding towards the backroom as he keeps his gaze out on the main stage and adjusts his tie. Namjoon looks around to see Bigs has welcomed himself to the other side of the club, speaking to a few customers, looking distracted.

"I'm gonna go see if I can talk to her."

"Talk?! You said we were just scoping her out. Don't cause any trouble, Namjoon-ah. Please."

"Oh, now you suddenly don't want this action movie to come alive?! You sure were talking a whole lot about it in the car."

"Since when do you even take me seriously?!"

"I always take you seriously, hyung!"

"How about you just sneak towards the back door and get her attention? You said we can't go all out like that!"

"There's guards there too."

"Look, I just don't want you or Y/N to get hurt. Maybe we should just lay low and figure out how we can approach this better."

"Hey, can I get you two anything?" Miki interrupts, fully aware of who they are and what they're here for.

"No, sweetie. Thank you." Jin responds, flashing his 100-watt smile.

"You looking for Y/N?"

"Depends who's asking?" Namjoon says, trying to keep his guard up.

"Look, I'm not gonna rat you out if that's what you think." She puts her hand on her hip, tray still balancing on her free hand. "She's in the backroom. But there's no way you can get to her. Bigs is watching her for whatever reason."

"Yeah, we're aware. Can you send her a message for me?"

"Sure. You have 10 seconds though or else Bigs is gonna be onto you." She points towards Bigs slowly making his way back.

"Just tell her that Jungkook is worried about her and wants to help. Or, we want to help. We just wanna know what's going on."

"I'll try, but she didn't let up when I asked earlier."

"Thanks." Joon sighs.

"Shoo, I'll find you guys around." She says, sneakily walking off towards the bar with her empty tray as Bigs starts to eye the main floor. Jin and Namjoon welcome themselves to a seat on the side of the stage, acting normal as possible by throwing bills onto the stage for the dancers. Miki tends to her customers before she's setting her tray down and pretending to take a cigarette from her bra to take a quick "break." She heads to the back to see you still sitting at your vanity, head resting against the palm of your hand.

"Babe." You turn to look at her, eyes slightly glossed over.

"Hm?"

"RM and Jin are here. They said they want to help you, and if you can tell them anything, that's all they'd want."

"Miki—"

"Girl, look. Don't let this man keep running your life like this. I don't care what he said or did, this isn't you. You need to get out of here and you need to let people in. People who genuinely care about you." You sigh.

"How is that possible when Jungkook's own bestfriend doesn't even like me? And ontop of that, Bigs even dragged my little brother and my evil ass stepfather into this. I can't let anything happen to him, he's the only thing I have."

"I get that, and I'm sure Jungkook will do whatever it takes to protect you both. Why are RM and Jin here then? Whatever Jungkook's other friend's issue is, he needs to figure it out. It's obviously his own problem, something he created himself for no reason."

"I know he's helping Bigs keep me away from Jungkook. All the hurtful shit in the media, all the shit he's been tossing in my face. Whatever, I get it. He wins. I don't belong."

"Don't say that."

"It's true, and I know even if I chose Jungkook, he'd choose his bestfriend over me. Why would he go against that? They've been together for so long. I'm a fucking nobody." Miki knows this is all the alcohol running through your veins, but at least now, she knows Bigs isn't doing this on his own [as she assumed, he's a fucking pussy for the most part - he's a pussy who got handsy with the dancers cause that's all he can do to feed his ego].

"I don't think that's true, and I don't think it's a fair assumption when he's stayed by your side, hasn't he? He hasn't given up on you." She says before walking out. Really, things were just completely scrambled in your head. Just fucked up. Your questions, your uncertainty was strong enough to pull you towards the negative - the what if's, the assumptions, the rumors, the shit-talking. After all that, the positives were dim.

Miki grabs her tray and serves the first couple of customers in dire need of their drinks before she heads over to Jin and Namjoon to spill the information she received from that conversation.

"She won't budge. It sounds like a lot of this shit talking got to her head, so she came back to make herself feel better but then Bigs ended up turning this around on her, threatening Jungkook and her brother. If I were you, I'd get Jungkook to her before she can even come back here. Make sure her brother is with him too. Bigs is all talk but being the guys that you are — I wouldn't take any chances to ruin your reputation and all that." She smacks on her gum. "And I hate to tell you this, but one of your little friends has been working with Bigs. I don't know who, but you better let that little shit know he was wrong for getting in her head like that. She deserves way better." She says with a punch of attitude before walking away.

"Jimin?" Jin mouths out to Namjoon, who only shrugs in response.

"Let's go." Namjoon tosses a couple of more bills before they head out.

"Have a good evening, boys." Bigs yells out, causing the two of them to return a tight-lipped smile.

"Are we going to tell Kookie about Jimin?"

"No? Because we don't even know ourselves. His name was never dropped, and we'll look dumb if we acted on assumptions."

"This is so fucked up." Jin sighs, looking out the window.

"You're telling me."

When they finally arrive back at the dorm, Namjoon and Jin find Jungkook pacing around in his room, tossing a rubber ball against the wall to keep himself occupied. His doe eyes dart over to them, letting the ball drop to the floor while he nervously walks closer to them.

"So?"

"I'm sorry, dude." Joon sighed. "From what it sounds like, all this mess just got to her head so she went back to the club to make herself feel better. But Bigs ended up bringing you and her brother into the situation so, I'm assuming she's distancing herself to protect you in some way?" Namjoon runs his hand through his hair. "Honestly, I really don't know, that's as much as we got."

"We didn't even talk to her or see her, some other dancer helped us out. I guess she's a friend of hers? Or maybe she just likes Y/N. She wanted to help." Jin says.

"Fuck!" Jungkook groans, slamming his hand down onto his bed. "Why couldn't she just talk to me? We could have figured this out."

"Look, I'm sure there's a lot more to it and I'm sure it's difficult for her. Promise me you'll hear her out when you see her."

"I mean, yeah I know, I will. But, how did this get to her head so easily? I really can't wrap my head around it, I—" He catches how tense Joon and Jin suddenly get. He watches them nervously looking at each other, making him cock his head to the side and furrow his brows. "Wait, what is it? You know something else, don't you?"

"I mean there's really no concrete facts behind it so we can't necessarily say it's true."

"Well?" Jungkook asks, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles are turning white. But, before they could go any further, Jungkook's ringtone echos in the room. He quickly turns in case it's you calling, but he picks up anyway because it's someone equally as important.

"Kai?"

"C-can you come pick me up? My sister isn't picking up. I'll send you Eric's address." Jungkook worries when he hears the shakiness in his voice, his tone low to a whisper.

"Yeah, sit tight. I'll be right there." He hangs up, darting out of his room, Namjoon and Jin following after him.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to get to Kai."

"Let us come with!"

"Look, it'll be quicker if I go myself—"

"Jungkook-ah, stop. We're not gonna let you go alone." Joon and Jin make it just in time to join him in the elevator, heading straight for his car even if it's nearing 1am. Jungkook pulls up Kai's location, pressing on the gas to rush over there just in case Kai was hurt. And yes, Jungkook was going to give it to your fucking stepfather if he sees anything on Kai. He will fucking destroy him, he promises.

Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin walk into the house quietly, seeing Kai putting his finger up to his lips when he meets them near the kitchen.

"What happened?" Jungkook whispers, handing his bags over to Namjoon and Jin. Jungkook looks at the small hint of blood pooling near his nostrils and the cut near his eyebrow.

"I'll explain in the car, can you just take me to—"

"Really? Calling your sister's boyfriend and his friends over to save you? You really are a helpless little shit." Namjoon, Jin and Jungkook are all shielding each other and Kai from Eric, Jungkook's blood boiling seeing him standing there, clearly very drunk and not in the right state of mind.

"Aye, don't fucking talking to him like that." Jungkook's spits out, making Eric laugh.

"First you fall for my slut of a daughter, now you help rescue him? I thought you were so much better than that, Jungkook. You aren't the person people portrayed you to be. Shittiest idol I know. All of you."

"You don't know me." Eric snorts.

"You guys do know I help sponsor your shit right? I play a big role for you, don't come into my house acting like—" He slurs his words.

"Yeah, well fuck the contract." Namjoon's jaw clenches. "Better yet, don't fucking worry about it, I'll make sure to take care of it for you."

"You need me." Eric says, almost at a growl.  "You need me and Bigs—"

"Since when?" Namjoon responds in a mocking manner as he begins to usher Jin, Jungkook and Kai towards the front door. "If you wanna send your people over, you can let them know I'm free tomorrow in the late afternoon. I'll be more than happy to tell 'em what kind of sick person you are."

"You can't just take him—" Eric tries to flip the script, obviously unaware that Kai has already turned 18. He grips onto Kai's arm and tries to pull him back, except he's intoxicated, so Jungkook easily pushes him off. He watches as Eric hits a bar stool, stumbling over himself before he drunkily falls on his ass.

"You're such a sad excuse of a stepfather, you aren't even aware he's 18 already. He doesn't need you." Jungkook scoffs. "I'm gonna send people for the rest of Kai's shit tomorrow. And let's get this straight - we never needed you or Bigs. You both aren't shit without us and yout fucking empire thrives because of us. And if you do anything to Y/N, if you even think about working with Bigs on doing anything to her, I fucking promise you I will bury you alive. I won't stop until you have nothing left. Don't underestimate me."

everybody's angry and they're coming for me, but i can't give them energy that i won't receive; so i brush 'em off, i got a lot on my sleeve, like i'm moving backwards, but it's all on repeat; this place is getting crowded, i got no room to breathe

track twelve: hundred - khalid

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Transfer of Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Gender Non-Specific Reader

Word Count: +3.5k 

Warning: Fluff, mild angst. Professor x Student (College Au, all characters are +18), language, mention of abuse, mention of alcohol. 

Summary: As a Professor in the states, you were used to transfer students. You weren’t exactly ready for this new transfer student who is the son of the owner of Mike Sneakers (we don’t do free sponsors here ) 

   You were especially used to transfer students because you had a doctorate in linguistics. Being this, you knew a plethora of languages, from English, Spanish, French, Mandarin, Korean, Japanese, Greek, Latin, and a few native languages. You were always fascinated by languages and how people came up with these mixes of characters and words to make beautiful phrases. Since you were a kid you started to learn other languages. You had a French neighbor in your old hometown which is where you picked it up at age 7. Then, when you were 10, your family took a trip to Mexico which is when you became interested by Spanish. You fully understood the language by age 11 due to your prior knowledge of French. Then this process just continued where you would just learn languages mainly for fun. This lead to you being a linguistics professor who also taught second languages and would take in quite a few transfer kids. This lead to the journey of Jeon Jungkook and it was definitely a wild one. 

   You walked into your office at about 9:00 and placed your laptop onto the desk. You straighten up your outfit before settling in and getting to work. As you looked through your emails, you noticed an email that was about another transfer student. You kind of glanced over it, but didn’t pay too much mind to it, assuming it was just another kid from out of country. As 10:00 started to roll around, your students walked in. Some smiled, others chugged some unhealthy energy drink, some even chatted with you before finding their seats. As everyone found their seats, you looked out to see a new student. 

“You, new kid, come up front and do that cringe introduction.” You chuckle, emitting a chuckle from a few kids. He tilts his head in confusion, probably because he doesn’t speak English. Due to your gesture though, he assumes you want him to introduce himself. 

“You don’t already know who I am?” He whispered loud enough for you to hear in his first language. 

“Actually, no, I don’t.” You responded quickly as you clasped your hands before beckoning him to the front again. He was a little shocked that you spoke Korean so well, being he had no prior information on you. You were used to kids who thought they were all that but something about this kid who was ‘dressed to impress’ rubbed you the wrong way. He walks down to the front and rolls his eyes at you. 

“I’m Jeon Jungkook...23. Korean” He said in English the best he could. You smiled and introduced yourself. 

“I’m Professor Y/L/N, find your seat now.” You responded before turning to the large chalk board and continuing your lesson. After the two hour lecture, you dismissed class. Jungkook was asleep in the back, which made you walk up to him and nudge him. 

“Its lunch time, go eat.” You say as he wakes up. He shrugged off your hand before collecting his things. 

“Filthy commoner.” He mumbled as he shoved past you. You would’ve been insulted if it were true, but it wasn’t. You collect your things and head out to your favorite cafe. Being it was a Tuesday, that class was the only one you had for the day so you treated yourself to some coffee. You notice a bit of commotion outside, but you try to ignore it and sneak inside. 

“Y/N Y/L/N!! IS IT TRUE YOU’RE TEACHING JEON JUNGKOOK?!” 

“Y/N?!?!”

“DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT JUNGKOOK?” 

You were confused by all the bombarding questions so you ran into the café and shut the door along with someone else. You turned to see the brat himself, Jeon Jungkook. 

“What mess have you fuckin brought me into?” You huffed as your back pressed against the door. 

“I didn’t do anything! I just went for a walk and got lost!” He huffed back at you. 

“Why are you so popular?” You asked as you held your hand on your forehead. 

“Ugh, you’re a horrible teacher if you can’t read a simple email. I’m the son of the owner of Mike tennis shoe company.” He responded. You rolled your eyes as stood up and walked in line, happy to see police shows up to wrangle up paparazzi. 

“What? Don’t care about my father’s company?” He mumbled. You go to order your drink and the barista looks confused. You realized you just ordered in Korean. You apologized before trying again. After you pay, Jungkook walks up and tried to get a drink. 

“C-coffee?” He basically asked, leaving the barista to ask a series of question. Jungkook looks over to you for help, making you chuckle. 

“Why should I help? You called me a shitty teacher.” You faked being offended which made Jungkook embarrassed. 

“I’ll pay for you.” He said, making you more than willing to help him. Being you already bought your drink, he just handed you a 20 like it was nothing. 

“That's way to much money Jungkook.” You said as you grabbed your coffee and went to hand him the money back. 

“It’s nothing to me and my father always says to help the less fortunate.” He said before drinking his coffee, which intern made you laugh. 

“You’re a brat but you’re a cool kid.” You say as you sit down and he follows. You quirk an eyebrow at him and he does the same back. 

“Who said you could sit with me?” Making him tilt his head. 

“Who said you got here first?” Jungkook barked back at you. You held your hands up in defense. 

“You’re going to have to get used to me being I will probably be your living translator...also whos your host family?” You waited for his response as you took a sip of your coffee. 

“I-...I’m not sure.”

“You didn’t check your email?” You teased like he did you which seemed to piss him off. 

“I can’t fuckin read English!” Which made you shocked. How could a school send this kid an email in a language he doesn’t know. You hold your hand out for his phone which he reluctantly gives to you. You mumble out the email before getting to the important part. 

“Your father has entrusted Professor Y/N with your care being they have the most experience with transfer students.” You were used to hosting kids but you thought someone of such class would be with, well you didn’t know, maybe someone the kid knew? 

“With you?” He almost sounded disgusted. You were actually upset that you didn’t read that email but you had a rough weekend. 

You sighed, “Look kid-”

“I’m not a kid!” He fussed. He was right. He said he was 23 and so were you. (Seems young for being a professor right, you’re just pretty smart and graduated early) 

“Okay, sorry. But look, you either live with me for the what, 3 months you’re gonna be here? Or ask your daddy for money to live in a hotel for 3 months.” You teased, making him sigh. 

“I’m not talking to him...that's why he sent me here.” Jungkook looked down at his now empty iced coffee. 

You stood up and patted his shoulder. “Then suck it up buttercup. Lets go get your shit and move you in.” 

“Want me to call an Uver?” The boy asked. (again, no free sponsors in this house).

“Nope. My car isn’t too far from here.” You smiled as you walked closer to the college campus. You turned before getting to campus and walked up to the car park. 

He pointed to an abandoned car that has been there for years, “Is that yours?” he teased. 

You smiled as you pulled out your key fob, clicking the unlock button to see a black lambo unlock. Jungkook stopped in his tracks and stared in awe. 

“Come on pretty boy, not scared are you?” You smiled as you hopped in. He scurried into the car with a wide smile. 

“Here I was thinking you were some poor teacher.” 

“I’m a professor first of all, second” you start the engine with a loud purr, “I have my perks.”  You smirked. 

Its been about a month since Jungkook has been moved in. One day y’all were sitting at the table, awkwardly eating dinner like you guys did every night when he got a phone call. You have never seen him smile since the first time he got in the car and besides that, he’s been a pain in your ass more than anything. Good thing is, he’s actually learned quite a bit of English and can order his food in public. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him fussing. 

“No Dad! Please you can’t make me stay here! I am studying and doing my work! This isn’t fair!” He argued, pacing back in forth before heading to his room which was a guest room. “YOU CAN’T JUST KEEP ME IN AMERICA BECAUSE YOU DON’T WANT TO TAKE CARE OF ME. MY PROFESSOR ISN’T MY BABY SITTER, THEY HAVE THEIR OWN LIFE WHICH IS BETTER WITHOUT ME!....you were only right about one thing dad... I’m a bother to everyone around me.” Jungkook finished before in went quiet. You didn’t know what to say. He knew he was being difficult because he wanted to be. He wants you to be upset and kick him out so he can go home. He wants to be out of you hair. You walked to his room and knocked, and saw something you never saw you see. Tears. 

“W-what?!” He sniffled as he turned around and rubbed his eyes. You just walked up to him and turned him around, pulling him into a hug. He was reluctant at first before he finally gave in. 

“You’re a brat yes, but you’re not a bother. And if you’d stop distancing yourself, we might be able to make this extended time more enjoyable.” Was the only thing you could say. 

“I’m sorry I’m so mean to you...I just thought if maybe,”

“Maybe if I got annoyed enough I’d kick you out so you could go home?” He nodded to your question. 

“Welp, I’m a tough cookie to crack.” You smiled as you pulled away. 

“God we are the same age but you talk like a 80 year old.” He laughed as he wiped his face again. 

The two of you then go and talk about him and his life back at home. He explains how his grades are slipping and that is why he is forced to stay here longer. How he doesn’t like going to college because it’s not what he wants to do in life. Jungkook explained that he wanted to be a singer and even showed you a few songs he has covered and composed. They were really good in actuality. You agreed with him if he can get English down pat and pick his grades up, you’d help him peruse his career. 

-

It’s now been 3 months and Jungkook is basically speaking fluent English. He is also passing all your classes and is starting to open up to you a lot more. It was Spring break so you decided to go out with a few friends to get a drink. You invited Jungkook but he said he wanted to finish a paper he got an extension on so you just went out on your own. You and all your friends were dancing in the club and downing drinks like fish. You may have gotten a little too drunk being it was your first night out by yourself. Jungkook recently started to get more friends so you had some free time, but you haven’t gone out since he got here which is why you let yourself get as drunk as you did. It was towards the end of the night and the bouncer would not let you out with your keys due to how drunk you were. 

“Move you b-big bo-ouf...” You stumbled as you tried to squeeze past him. He grabbed your arm and pushed you back. You huffed before pulling out your phone and smashing keys in and calling whoever popped up. 

“Professor? Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, concerned as to why you called him after not responding to his text asking when you’d be home. 

“I-im dr-drunk and this fuckin cunt won’t let me out.” You whined as you still tried to squeeze past him. “Don’t-...Don’t fuckin touch me.”

“Look, I’ll get an Uver and come pick you up.” Jungkook said as he got his things and hung up on you. 

You looked at your silent phone with an angry expression,”...bitch” 

Jungkook came walking in and saw you sitting on the floor poking the bouncers leg. 

“Can you get this parasite off of me?” The large man asked looking down at me. 

Jungkook stoops down and helps you up. You stumble toward him before you turned to look at the bouncer and stick your tongue out. You also flipped him off before Jungkook grabbed your hand and brought you to the Uver. You sat by the window and he did the same. You two finally got to your house and he helped bring you up. You tore your arm away from him as you stumbled up the stairs. 

“I’m not a fuckin baby.” You grumbled as you immediately fell on the stairs. The male huffed as he helped you up. 

“Get OFF of ME Jackson!” You pushed him away as tears filled your eyes. “I’m not your fuckin victim anymore!” 

“Y/n?” Jungkook put his hands up and came to you slowly, “Its just me...Jungkook.” You finally started to calm down as you slowly tried to climb the stairs to your home. Jungkook helped you up and brought you to the couch. Jungkook grabbed a wet cloth and wiped the palms of your hand that were scrapped up. He then wiped your eyes and petted your head. 

After Jungkook helped you that night, there was this awkward air again. He felt like walking on eggshells around you. Who was Jackson and why did you say you weren’t his victim. Jungkook asked his classmates around campus and even a few teachers as best he could. He finally found a teacher who was willing to give him a small amount of information. 

“Now, I’m not going to say a lot because it isn’t my story to tell, but Jackson is Y/n’s ex....and let’s say he won’t be getting boyfriend of the year award.” Dr. Nick explained. Jungkook had enough information to make a firm decision. He was going to show you what a man should treat others like. He wasn’t your boyfriend or even considered you that much of a friend, but he felt guilty for living with you almost rent free (even though the school payed for his stay). 

Jungkook went to the store after he was done with classes and picked up a lot of food to make you dinner as payment for all the times you made him dinner. He bought you your favorite candy, or so he assumed because he’d always find the wrappers in the trash. He even bought you a gift card to the coffee shop you love and headed home. Being it was a Friday, he knew you would be home a little later. The more Jungkook thought about it, the more he realized he knew a lot more about you than he thought. Jungkook started to think about all the little things you did for him. How certain foods would pop up more after he mentioned them. How you would cook different meals just for his liking and make sure he had a decent environment to study in. How you would stay up late and call of work a few times just to help him study. Jungkook smiled as he started to mentally prepare himself for cooking. He also hoped he wouldn’t burn your house down because he had very little cooking experience. 

Jungkook starts cooking a dish he often enjoyed back at home: Spicy Ramen with rice cakes and kimbap. The button down shirt he wore to school was now slightly disheveled and stained. He rolled his sleeve up as he looked at the time-- 5 more minutes. Or so he thought when he heard your keys jingle at the door. He mildly panicked before setting up the food at the table and cleaning up quickly. He ran to the door as you finally started to open it and he stopped you.

“Huh?” You asked looking at his slightly sweaty face. “Jungkook if you’re having sex-” 

“AH No no no!! But I have to ask for you to stand out here for 5 more minutes...trust me.” You don’t know why but you did trust him, and so you stood there for 5 whole minutes. You thought about all the possibilities you could walk into: A girl or a guy running out half naked, your house destroyed, drugs...etc.  Jungkook came back looking a lot more put together and opened the door. You were hit with a mix of smells and were shocked. 

“J-jungkook, did you ? You didn’t- no you can’t cook can you?” You asked as you walked in and admired the kitchen. 

“I noticed you’ve been working more and I felt bad for staying here, even longer than expected... So I wanted to show you that I can be a proper man and treat another human being with respect.” 

“I don’t care the reason as long as it taste good...and it looks amazing Jeon.” You quickly wash your hands and sit down ready to eat. Jungkook sat closer to you which you didn’t think much about being the ramen was in a big shared pot. You start digging in but you try to avoid the kimbap. You didn’t know if it had seafood and you didn’t want to take a chance. Jungkook picked up a piece and brought it up to your mouth. 

“Made without seafood.” He smiled before you opened your mouth and took a bite. You smiled as you continued to eat. Jungkook ate as well before making the perfect bite. You even noticed it and tried to follow what he did, but before you could, he offered it to you. You were about to take in the food before you paused. 

“Where is all this coming from?” You asked before taking the bite You smiled and almost forgot you asked a question until he cleared his throat. 

“Well, like I said I felt bad for staying here and being a brat...I also wanted to give you a taste of my culture since you’ve welcomed me into yours.” He explained with a small blush and a smile. 

“Yeah I get that, but what's with that stuff?” You asked pointing to the flower bouquet lined with your favorite candies and snacks. 

“Oh...well the same reason.” He smiled. You were suspicious but you decided to finish eating. You heart was really warmed but he wasn’t that much of a brat. Yeah it was inconvenient on occasion, but he’s helped you a lot. He helps with chores and keeps his area clean, he is good company since you’re always alone, and well...he’s a pretty boy to keep around. Not to mention he saved you from that club when you were piss ass drunk. The two of y’all were cleaning up and things were going good...until Jungkook said the forbidden name. 

“Y/n...who is Jackson?” You almost drop the plate you were cleaning. 

“I fuckin knew you were up to something...Did you go through my room?! My fucking personal life?!” You started to fuss but by the look on his face, he didn’t. 

“When you were drunk, you called me Jackson and said ‘I’m not your victim anymore’...” He paused, looking down before looking back at you, “he hurt you didn’t he?” 

You stared at the wall, looking for the right words to say. “Yeah...he did. And I’m sorry I did that that night...but I’m not a baby. I don’t need your sympathy or your fuckin pandering.” You huffed as you started to leave the kitchen but he grabbed your wrist. 

“I’m not doing this to make up for him,...Nothing I can do can heal those scars. But I’m doing it to make up for me and my actions. And its my way of showing-....” Jungkook trailed off. 

“Showing what?” You said looking down at his hand holding your wrist. 

“It’s how I show affection to people I care about.” Jungkook said the words without really thinking. You were taken aback and pulled away from him. 

“Jungkook...I-” You started before he cut you off. 

“I know what you’re going to say. I’m not the first kid to say this am I? And you tell them all the same thing. ‘We can’t be together because I risk losing my job’ and all that...I know.” He said looking down at his feet. You were shocked he even had feelings for you. He was completely wrong because since Jackson, you kept these walls up and didn’t let anyone like you. You normally noticed when people would catch feelings and immediately turn them away...but this was different. You hadn’t realized he liked you because you were to busy pushing yourself away from him. You noticed you liked his presence more which is why you stayed later at work, to push yourself away. 

“Jungkook, that’s not it. I actually really care about you too. But there is the case with work that I don’t know if I can get passed...but I do appreciate this. And I appreciate you so much, but after Jackson...” You trailed off. 

“You don’t know if you’re ready and I understand that...but out of all the people I’ve met, your the one person I wouldn’t mind waiting for.” Jungkook admitted. He didn’t realize how strong he felt about you until he was in this moment. You also didn’t realize how strong you felt until you realized you moved closer to him. You always had your guard up around people, but you realized you were more venerable with Jungkook than with anyone else. You peered up at him to see his eyes were red from holding back his tears. 

You chuckled softly, “You’re such a baby.” You teased making him laugh before nudging you. 

“Yeah well this baby just cooked your dinner so whose baby now?” He retorted. 

“There’s that smile...”You mumbled, smiling as you two just stood there looking at each other. Jungkook’s eyes darted down to your lips before saying fuck it. He leaned in and held your cheeks in his hand. You felt this weird tension finally dissipate. You leaned in closer and placed your hands on top of his. 

“If you think about it, I graduate this year in a few months...so if we wait it out, you won’t have to worry about your job.” Jungkook reasoned as he pulled away. 

“That is true...even if you weren’t, I can always find another job.” You smiled, kissing him again. 

A/n: Sorry if this is a little rough, but I have been on a hiatus for about a year now. Writing is something I love doing but I’ve been so busy with school and have had so little motivation. I really wrote this whole thing within 2 days and I’m proud of myself. If you really liked it, hit that like and share button! If this gets enough love, I might open request again. 

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[stillwithkoo]

Mindflayed | JJK pt.1

A JK halloween fic/Stranger Things AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: horror, smut, e2l, f2l, angst, cnc, breeding kink, daddy kink, choking kink.

Summary: Strange things happen after a one night stand with your friend, Jeon Jungkook. But you didn’t realize it’s only the beginning, and Jungkook is not who he seems. 

A/N: this is a short series lol bec im 2 lazy to write a long fic. I still hope you hoez enjoy tho! 🥴🥵 my halloween gift for y'all 💜

You recently moved to Hawkins, Indiana after staying 21 years at your family’s place or more like hellhole. In this town, you met a guy named Jungkook and his crackheady lookin gang. (his friends) they didn’t really do crack though, they were just dorks.

You became friends with them, and they made adjusting to the new town a whole lot better. You didn’t think strange things would happen in this town, as cliché as it seems- nothing ever happens here, they say. One night, seemed to change that though. You were currently on the couch, trying to doze off while watching TV with Jungkook. He was probs already asleep you thought, well that was until he inched a bit closer to you.

You paid no mind to it, since he was probably just sleepy and it probably didn’t mean anything. Well, now his head was on your shoulder. Okay? maybe he likes to cuddle? you didn’t feel uncomfortable really, because he was your friend and he was cute too. You just hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating at his very close proximity.

Then it happened, you weren’t sure when but he was breathing on your neck. Was he awake? he was kissing your sensitive spot, like he knew it. he was peppering small but sensual kisses to your neck. You were still immobile, because of the emotions you were feeling at his sudden actions. 

He was awake now, you were quite sure. He looked at you and you couldn’t really decipher what his eyes were trying to tell. They were dark and clouded. Was it with lust? or was it with hate? you weren’t sure. You didn’t really think he’d have feelings for you, and he didn’t show signs of being interested with you at first, so you aren’t sure what to do now. You didn’t have time to decide though, because he already did it for you by attaching his lips on yours. He was kissing you kinda rough but in a good way. You kissed him back soon enough, you just blamed it on your raging hormones. Maybe you were ovulating and getting your period soon. After the passionate kiss, you think he stopped just to tell you, 

“I want you." 

He said, voice a bit hoarse from kissing. "Do you want me too y/n?” His question caught you a bit off guard. “Jungkook… I…” you actually didn’t know what to say. All you knew was that you felt good, but could you really do more than hook up with him? won’t it ruin your friendship that was just beginning to bloom?

“Answer me, baby. Do you want me too or not?” His tone demanding. He looked so hot with his long black curly hair and annoyed facial expression that you couldn’t say no. “Yes, I want you Jungkook.” you said voice barely a whisper, you were still too shy to admit it. 

But then, he curled his fingers around your neck almost choking you but not quite, and then said, “I can’t hear you babe, I need you to say it properly and louder so I can hear.” He then removed the fingers wrapped around your neck. “I want you, Jungkook. I really do.” You said voice much louder this time. “That’s my good girl. It’s good that you want me, cos I want to breed you. Can I breed you kitten?”

He said, catching you off guard again with his dirty talk. Well, if that was his kink too, then who were you to disagree with him? you were on the pill anyway. “I’d love for you to Jungkook…” You replied. 

“Call me daddy, kitten. Say it again.” he demanded. 

“I’d love for you to breed me, daddy.” He then smirked, seemingly pleased with what you said. “Part your legs then baby, let me take care of you first.” he said, and you did as you were told. You parted your legs and he peppered soft kisses on your thighs. Then he started getting a little rough and leaving bites as he goes near to where you want him the most.  

To your surprise, he fingered you first. Inserting one, and then two fingers inside your tight hole. Making digit eights on your clit, and soon enough you were shaking and cumming just from his fingers. He licked them, and watched your post orgasm face. He couldn’t deny he enjoyed seeing you like this. You’d make a perfect vessel for his offspring to be in. So if in case he dies, there will still be a mindflayer in this realm. A new one. Of course he had to use this mortal’s body to get what he wants, but he knows it’ll be worth it anyway when his plan succeeds.

He doesn’t waste time and eats you out before you can even recover. Using his tongue like he was made to do this. To do you. Licking and sucking on your sore clit like he was paid to. Leading you to your 2nd orgasm. “Are you ready to take my cock now baby? can you still take another mind blowing orgasm?”

Jungkook asked you, while you were still coming down from your high. “I dunno kook… I meant daddy- I’m pretty spent, but I’ll try.” you tiredly replied. “I’m sure you can handle one more baby, you’re a tough girl. And you’re my tough girl.” he said seductively, giving you hope that you can still take one last orgasm at least. He then picked you up bridal style and went to his room. And after laying u on his bed, without warning, he slipped his big fat cock inside you stretching your walls in a good way. In a satisfying kinda way. He was pounding into you with so much force you don’t even know where he got his strength from.

And after a while- you came the hardest you could. And he does too, inside you. Creaming your pussy with his dark-ish cum? or were your mind just playing tricks with you? maybe you were just really exhausted, you did orgasm 3 times now. 

You were so sensitive and sore, but Jungkook wanted to go at it again. You can’t believe his stamina. He wanted to fuck you doggystyle and so he did. He loved the feeling of reaching inside you even deeper, and cumming inside you even more. After you got your 4th orgasm of the night, you just wanted to sleep, too tired to get out of jungkook’s bed and take a shower. Jungkook decided he wanted to make small talk anyway. 

“Y/N, you’re still awake right?” he asked. 

“Yea, guess I am since you’re keeping me awake.” You teased. “Sorry…I just wanted to ask about what happened with us tonight…You’ll keep our offspring right?” He said, voice seeming much deeper than his usual one. It was kinda creepy, his voice and his question. 

What did he mean by keeping your offspring? “Offspring? I don’t understand what you mean Jungkook, I’m on the pill.” You retorted. “You mean you’re using protection? you can’t get pregnant?” he asked, voice seeming a little mad to be not. You nodded, obviously to say yes. Albeit, quite frustrated with his reaction.

Well shit, he can’t get you pregnant if you’re preventing yourself from the actuality of it. He was mad and pissed. You were a useless bitch then. He was gonna kill you. And so he did, by bashing your head against the wall repeatedly. But, of course, only in his mind. He couldn’t kill you yet, or another useless mortal. It would arouse suspicion, and he was trying to avoid that for now. Because he still needs to accomplish his plan, and he doesn’t want any distractions. The friends of this mortal’s body he’s inhibiting- mustn’t find out. 

Hopefully, they’re too stupid just like this mortal Jungkook, If he hadn’t followed the rats, then he wouldn’t have found him. His curiosity for the unknown had killed him. Though, the shadow monster still would’ve chosen and possessed another host, to help in making his plans come to life. And if the real Jungkook was here, well, he probably won’t be doing this with you. It’s pityfully pathetic how hard he’s trying to take control back of his own body, he’s also really quite idiotic, he should know that his attempts are futile.

But, the mindflayer took pity on him for a bit, to see what he would do. If he could warn her somehow, of what’s going on inside of him and what’s gonna happen to this town. So, he let him take control just for a little while, and warned him to hurry up before he ran out of time. 

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Jungkook sucks in a breath, shock flooding through him now that he’s finally back in his own body and consciousness. Though he knows this wouldn’t last long, and he’ll corrupt him again. He has to warn you, all of you. And you all need to stay away from him. “Y/N, wake up! wake up! You need to get the fuck out.” He yells to you and woke you up with a start. “Jungkook, what the fuck? it’s still 3am can’t you at least let me stay til the morning?” You were embarrassed and appalled at his rude behavior. 

You just fell asleep, and here he was wanting you to get out of bed and his house, away from him. Wow, he was totes such a gentleman. Men really only want you as their sextoy. “I can’t explain right now, but I don’t want to hurt you anymore than i already did. So please listen to me and just go.” He said with his voice tired. 

Was he tired from awhile ago? or was he sick? You looked at him closely, and realized there were dark bags around his eyes, and he looked more exhausted than he did last night. “Jungkook, what do you mean? you didn’t hurt me. I enjoyed it, I mean- I wanted it too. Did you regret what we did last night?” You said frustrated and meekly. “I did. It was a mistake, and now I want you to go.” he said so coldly, and he looked like he meant it.

I wanted it too. But at the right time, and I wanted it to be me, the real me to do it with you. Jungkook said in his mind, the words he couldn’t say right now to you. He grabbed your arm and made you wear a big and long sweater, then gave you some pants but he was already ushering you to go outside before you could even put them on. You couldn’t believe he could be so cruel. His front door was now open, and he was just waiting for you to finally get out and leave him. But you didn’t leave without telling him, “You’re such a cock you know that? don’t worry I’ll never talk to you again.”

And that was the last words you ever spoke to him. Jungkook was hurt. Physically, mentally and emotionally. He was also drained because of everything. Maybe he had himself to blame, maybe if he didn’t let his curiosity get the best out of him and followed the goddamn rats, this wouldn’t have happened. But, he also knows that the mind flayer would’ve just chose another host. It wouldn’t stop at anything. But what it didn’t know or might have underestimated is that, Jungkook wouldn’t stop at anything too. He just needs to get it back. His supernatural abilities, he lost it because of a tragic incident before. But he knows it will come back. And when it does, (hopefully it will, before the mindflayer kills everyone and he’s too late-) He’s gonna save everyone: You, his friends, his town, and himself. And that dickhead mindflayer will be eradicated forever.

Part 2 coming soon. ty for reading! pls reblog and comment if you liked it, positive comments and feedback are highly appreciated 😊 Reblog and tell me if you want to be added on the next taglist! 💜

A/N; also, my mindflayer in this fic is kinda ¼ human or at least it was human before shsh. and it’s a very horny mindflayer 🤣 it wanted to breed y/n to create a demon heir/child so if inc it dies, there would be a new evil monster to create havoc in the town. fortunately y/n was on b/c so thank the gods for that. 😂

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[daddychims]

Offside Pt 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Series Masterlist!

Genre: Smut, Soccer AU, College AU

Pairings: Soccer Player! Jungkook X Sports Trainer! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Other BTS members all make a cameo as well because I’m an OT7 Trash!

You work as a sports trainer, providing basic first aid and injury management for the Hanguk University’s soccer team. Going with your mundane life of caring for the dozen of guys hurting themselves in the soccer game takes a turn when one of the guys catches your eyes. It’s not his breathtakingly good looks or his muscular athletic body usually seducing girls at the campus that catches your eyes. But the action plan in your kit, indicating he is diagnosed with Asthma is what draws your eyes time and time again to the Golden Boy of Hanguk University.

Warning: Slow burn, eventual smut, Taehyung being a freaking tease the whole time, Fuckboy!Jungkook, Asthmatic! Jungkook , mentions of episodes of Asthma, Take your Ventolin kids, Take your medications kids!

"Can we talk?"

You turn around from where you're standing, checking through the content of your kit to make sure you have enough for the whole duration of the 90 minutes game.

"Not now sorry," You shake head quickly counting through the boxes of gauze and sigh in frustration "I should run back to the office."

"I need to talk to you," He persists, shifting to be in your sight, as you remain unfazed by his existence

"Jeon," you breath out his name in a mixture of anger and annoyance as you grab one of the boxes "I need another 3 boxes of these before I can even think of anything else."

"Fine," he reaches and grabs the box off your hand "Where do I get them from?" He shots back in a rushed tone 

"The game starts in 10 minutes!" your frown, not taking interest in his suggestion

"Then I'll be back in 5," he narrows his eyes "Where?"

"The main office," you respond, watching him with observant eyes "Second floor!"

"Fine," he nods as he pushes his hair back with his slender fingers "But when I come back, we're talking okay?!"

"fine!" you raise your hands as a sign of approval and watching him run back to the other side of the field where the main office is located.

You sigh sitting back down and rummaging through your kit again to ensure everything is prepared. Today is the day when Hanguk and SNU soccer teams go head to head for a friendly match.

Even though it's called a friendly match, you very well know how the field can resemble the war scene in at least 30 minutes from now.

These guys are the best of the best, the crops of the cream of their respective universities and its not just about their personal pride but their campus honour which is on the stake.

You already gave Dr Kim a heads up earlier that week, knowing very well the injuries that will happen on the day will exceed all your injury management experience summed up in the past two years.

Fortunately, he was more than happy to cover that night's shift with you, making sure everything goes smoothly with the two teams and hopefully, everyone come out of it alive.

"Y/N!"

You raise your head up, eyes glittering with joy upon seeing your friend running to you in his favourite soccer boots. 

"Namjoon, you're late!" you scold, watching him run to your clumsily 

"I know, I know," he sighs stopping by your seat and proceeds to do some stretches he should have done much earlier "One of the professors needed help with a paper so I stayed over time. Once I was done with it, it was already half an hour to the game. I dont know how I got here honestly."

"Yeah I get it, you're making good career connections in SNU," you roll your eyes laughing "whatever Joon! But this game is as important in your resume as the connections."

"Hey hey dont give me that sour attitude," he scolds pouting in response

"Fine, you cry baby," you ruffle his hair teasingly "Kick Hanguk's ass, I'm counting on you to teach the source of my nightmares a good lesson."

"Yes Sir-" he responds determined when a familiar figure cuts him off

"Captain," you both turn around seeing the small figure of Jimin nearing both of you

"Park, what's up?" He asks eyeing the guy with concerned eyes

"My neck," he grunts, face scrunched in pain "It's playing up again today."

"Just get it strapped then, we're short on time Park," Namjoon growls in response "Hanguk's a strong team buddy, we dont wanna get fucked in the butt on the friendly match, do we?"

"The sport's trainer covering today's shift called in sick," Jimin grunts in a worried tone "No one's coming to cover her shift either since she called in too late."

You watch your friend's expression hardening as he walks closer to his teammate and checks his tilted to one side neck.

"I haven't done many neck straps before but it'll be better than nothing-"

"I can do it for you," you quickly step in, bending down to grab a tape box off your kit "sit down! quick quick." you order and the guy's expression lightens with a smile

"sure," he shrugs sitting down across you “Thanks, you’re literally an God sent angel.” 

"Have you had tapes on there before?" You ask  in a rush as you neatly scissor the corners of your tape

"yeah I had," he responds eyeing you carefully as you lean closer to have a look at his neck and fit the tape on it “this pain has been here for a while now.” 

"I'm gonna have a feel first yeah?" You ask reaching up to palpate the side of his neck, feeling the muscles tense under your touch “Have you checked it with your sports medicine clinic?”

“Heat pack, massages, hold relax,” he lists them down as if he’s reciting them off a book “I’ve tried anything and nothing has worked.”

You nod your head, lips slightly pursing forward as you concentrate closely on where would the tape sit on his skin. 

"You know you should be grateful you get to touch me," He smirks looking up at you teasingly "Not everyone gets the privilege you know."

"alright thanks for the privilege Jimin," you narrow your eyes trying to find the sore spot on his neck "tell me where it hurts the most."

He flinches as you press harder on the area that you feel is knotted under your touch

"there!" he grunts in pain, face scrunching again as you touch your way down to his shoulder girdle "Yes, there Nghh ..."

You proceed to stick the corner of the tape on the side of his shoulder, eyeing the stretch you wanna create over the contour of his shoulder blade across to his spine and stick the other end there. 

"Come back for a quick review after the game," you instruct patting the rest of the tape on his skin to create some warmth and increase the adhesion of the material to his skin "Since I'm not familiar with your skin type, I might have done it too tight or too loose. I'll have to review for any reactions."

"Just say you wanna see me after the game again," He smirks, leaning closer to get a better sight of your focused eyes on his neck "Sweetheart you dont need to ask me indirectly."

"Park Jimin-" you scowl, eyebrows furrowing closer but your attention diverts to the guy who comes running back to you

"I came back in five minutes, you can-" his words cease on his lips, expression hardening at the sight of you and Jimin

"Hey Jeon!" Jimin calls with a smirk "nice to see you again. Ready for the game?"

"Can’t wait," Jungkook shrugs before bringing his attention back to you "here, we still have 5 minutes, let's talk!"

"Jungkook, I have to prepare for the game-"

"You said you'll talk to me if I come back in 5 minutes," He shouts back, throwing the boxes of sterile gauze in your kit "You know what screw this!"

You watch with a surprised expression as the guy runs towards the middle of the soccer field away from you.

"He was always a little too heated for his own," Jimin hisses under his breath, moving his neck from side to side "Damn that feels much better already, what did you do?"

"Its placebo effect," You scoff pushing your remaining tapes back in the kit "Seeing my beautiful face made you forget all about your pain." You chuckle 

"Well if that's the case ..." he stands up shifting closer and leaning to your face "Wire me some of your placebo effects before every game babe!"

You sigh looking the guy in the eyes for a few seconds "Just when I thought no one can be worse than Taehyung!"

He laughs at your remark and ruffles your hair "Thanks anyway," he mutters softly “ I'm gonna kick Hanguk's butt thanks to you, Miss Placebo Effect."

"Alright tough boy, Don’t go overboard and hurt yourself now." you nod patting his shoulder " I can't just simply strap you off if you come back with a broken bone."

He laughs out loud, amused at your cheeky response but before he can shot back with his usual sassy tone Namjoon calls for him and he waves his way to you before running to the field.

You watch the guy, sitting back in your designated chair when your eyes meet Jungkook's eyes and to your surprise, he's mouthing something to Taehyung while eyeing you carefully.

He furrows his eyebrows closer when he catches your eyes, jawline protruding at the corner of his chin indicating he's exerting some pressure there.

You quickly look away, watching the captains gathering each team to say their final words just before the whistle starts the game.

   -

  "If anyone wants a strap come through," you yell at the guys snap the door to the shower room open and rush inside, occupying the space.

You proceed to set the tapes and towels on the small table, swirling a couple of chairs around for the guys who'd soon be occupying them when you overhear the conversation over the well.

"You fucking slammed him Jeon," Taehyung's familiar deep voice echoes as he bumps Jungkook's shoulder with his fist "I've never seen you with your head so in the game."

"He keeps his fire for the right times," Yugyeom responds over the noises that almost block his voice from reaching you over the wall "That's Jeon's strength."

"You should have seen the pretty boy's face when you left the field," Taehyung laughs as he remembers the scene he witnessed moments earlier "He was fucking fuming."

"That's all he's good at," Jungkook finally speaks up in an unimpressed tone "In the end, his head is far up in his ass," He scoffs as he slams his locker closed "He gets ahead of himself and ends up getting in the way."

You furrow your eyebrows wondering who they're talking about so seriously but before you can continue to investigate further, you sense a shadow hovering over your height making you turn your head around to see the person.

"J-Jeon," you call gulping nervously as you quickly turn away from him and grab a towel "Ankle?"

He plops himself down on one of the chairs, raising his usually painful leg up on another as you quickly rummage through your tapes to find one appropriate for him.

"Have you got time after this?" He asks, tilting his chin up to observe you carefully

"I'd have to tidy this place up so I'll be here for a few more hours!" you explain as you cut the corners of the Kinesiology tape and measure it around your wrist to ensure its enough length for his ankle

"I can wait," he sighs, tone slightly annoyed "Except if you’re planning to continue avoid me like the past few days."

You stay silent, sitting across him and measuring the tape around his ankle again to confirm your guestimation. The corner of the tape sticks to his shin and you carefully pull the other end with enough stretch around the sole of his foot.

"I said what I wanted to say the other night," you finally speak up, trying your best to stop your voice from trembling in the middle

"Right, you did," he shrugs, bending his feet up and down as you taught him before while your circle his feet with the tape carefully  "But I havent!"

You stick the other side of the tape on his skin and tap the fabric on his shin to ensure it sticks right on the corners. You hate it when the corners of the tape lift up from the skin and it all looks messy. 

He sighs, dropping his feet down from the chair before kicking the chair out of the way. You look up at him with surprised eyes as you were still in the middle of your task, but he doesn't allow you to protest as he grabs the leg of your chair with one hand and pulls you closer to himself.

"So what do you say?" He raises an eyebrow, facing dangerously close to you "we talk? after you're done here?"

You look at him with a frown, slightly surprised that he's so persistent on his argument. Your lips part to answer him but the door of the office snaps open and you drift your head around to see who’s the person entering the place.

"Hey," Jimin greets, hand reaching up to make a mess of his wet strands of hair that indicated he just came out of the shower, “Didnt you say I should check this with you after the game?" He then looks at Jungkook , eyes attentively observing the close proximity of your bodies. 

"Right," you breath out, quickly standing up from your chair "come in."

Jungkook reaches for your hand and stops you from moving away from him "What time do you finish work?" he asks sternly

"If it doesn't take long tidying at about 8," you reply, twisting your wrist in his hold as an attempt for him to let go

"I'll wait for you then," he grumbles before standing up, the chair under him jolting back from his sudden movement

He throws a glare towards Jimin who's now settling on one of the chairs before limping his way to the shower rooms.

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hiiIIIIII DIAAAAA bruh just gott say that i don't read fics of bts/ikon anymore but i stumbled upon that oNE FIC U DID WITH HANBIN. that threw me out of the park gasping for AIR and i'm just-HOT DAMN DIA WARN A COUPLE OF PEOPLE WILL YOU. YOUR WORDS ARE STILL BEAUTIFUL, IF NOT BLOSSOMED BEAUTIFULLY AS TIME WENT BY!!! UR DOING AMAZING AND I LOVE THAT. anyway!! hope you're doing well and great!! STAY HEALTHY AND HAPPY!! 💞✨

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I've missed you so much! Hahaha aw thank you so much for diving into my Hanbin fic. I didn't even think that anyone would caught that fic cause I did that one on a whim BUT I'M GLAD TO KNOW YOU HAD A JOY RIDE THROUGH IT muahahaha Thank you so much for saying something sweet. It means a lot to me since you're like one of my role models in this site. I know you've been venturing into other writing community and I love to see it (can't wait to see what you have to offer cause I know they're bomb!)

Sending all love for you. Hope you're doing great and please take care of yourself 🥺

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“Run In: Fate” - Part 4

Genre: Strong Angst and Smut

Word Count: 9.7K

A/N: Enjoy!^^

 “How’s everything?” Yoongi asked.

“Everything is good, taking care of business here.” Jimin replied, peeking through the door at you before fully shutting it.

“That’s good to hear. Listen, business here has been running smoother than I assumed and I might be able to return sooner than expected.”

“That’s great news. I look forward to your return.”

“There is something we need to discuss, though.”

“Like what?” Jimin asked.

“From what I hear, there are bombs being set off around the city. Have you looked into it?”

“I have but think it’s better to discuss it in person. Why don’t you focus on what’s going on there and when you come home, we can talk about what’s going on with the city.”

Yoongi was quiet before he added. “How’s y/n?”

“She’s...” he thought hard to explain to Yoongi your current situation. And though he wanted to tell him everything, he did make you a promise. “She misses you like hell.”

He sighed. “I figured as much. Just tell her I love her and not to make herself sick with worry. I’ll be back soon.”

‘Too late’ he thought but instead, responded with. “You got it.”

Jimin hung up, taking a deep breath before walking back into the room. Somehow, you had managed to fall back to sleep. He walked over to the bed, staring down at your figure. Bringing his hand up, he softly brushed against your cheek, smirking a bit. Despite being somewhat fragile, you were tough. Jimin just hoped that you knew what you were doing. He pulled the end of the blanket up to your neck, making sure you were warm. He then pulled his chair right along the bed and took a seat. Eventually, letting sleep consumed him as well.

~~~

Unfortunately, you had to stay in the hospital for a few days while the doctors ran a series of tests. They wanted to make sure you and the baby were in top shape before being released. To help with the nausea and morning sickness, they prescribed you medication to take but also recommended that you take a few days off from work until you felt better. You were instructed to meet with your doctor in a few weeks for a standardized check up.

You were grateful for Jimin being there through it all. He was very attentive when the doctors spoke and even asked questions of his own. It made you smile but also sad at the same time. It was supposed to be Yoongi, making sure you were okay, talking to the doctors about his child, asking questions when he didn’t understand.

When it was time for you to be released, Jimin rolled you out in the wheelchair and helped you into the car. Once back at Yoongi’s house, Yohan made you something to eat which was a relief from the bland food you were fed at the hospital. Jimin saw you upstairs and helped you into bed to rest.

“I have to go, but I’ll be back later tonight to check on you.” He stated. “Until then, I’m leaving a few of my men to guard the property.”

“Why?” You asked in confusion. You were just recovering; it wasn’t as though someone had poisoned you.

“Just for precaution.”

“...O-kay.”

Awhile after Jimin had left, you lifted your shirt and stared at your stomach, rubbing your hand over what will be a baby bump. You didn’t know how to feel and you still didn’t know what to do. With more people finding out you are pregnant, the harder it would be trying to hide it. Even though it wasn’t the best solution, you wanted to wait for the perfect time to tell Yoongi the news.

~~~

You rested for a few days, returning to work soon after. Business at the bakery had picked up, keeping everyone busy until it was time for their breaks.

“Are you fucking serious?!” Jungkook yelled out, not caring who was around. “You’re really pregnant?!”

He couldn’t believe the news when he heard his grandmother tell his grandfather the reason behind your absence the past few days. You were pregnant. You were having another man’s baby and not just any man, the asshole boyfriend who probably was looking for more ways to ruining your life.

“Shh! Keep your voice down!” You spoke, looking around. “Do you want your grandparents to hear you talk like that?”

“This is serious, y/n! After all you had been through with that asshole, you chose to have a baby with him? Didn’t you say you were almost killed because of what he was into?! Think about this,” he pleaded. “The relationship isn’t healthy. You don’t have deal with him if you’re not happy.”

“And how do you know I’m not happy?” You asked, growing irritated.

“Because I know.”

“Well let me tell you that you don’t know much. Yes, our relationship isn’t perfect but what couple is? We didn’t purposely choose to have a child but now it’s too late to go back and change it. But I don’t appreciate being badgered over my actions as if I’m a child!”

“I’m just trying to look out for you!”

“I didn’t ask you to!”

By this time, Jungkook’s best friend, Taehyung, had entered the shop, ready to go out for lunch but what he walked into was world war three. When he saw the argument between the two of you grow more heated, he rushed to separate you; pulling Jungkook to the side.

“Dude! What are you doing?!”

“What?” Jungkook shrugged. 

“Why are you talking to her like that? Do you know who she is? Or better yet, who her boyfriend is?”

“Yeah, some asshole who doesn’t know how to treat her right.” He stated loudly in your direction, causing you to roll your eyes and walk off.

“No! Her boyfriend is Min Yoongi. You know that ruthless mafia guy, the one we read about in the paper? That’s him!”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as he mumbled. “She’s dating him?”

“Yeah, there was a big scandal because of it. So be careful around her, dude. Who knows what she tells him at the end of the day. This place might go up smoke or worse, he might torture your family then kill you all.” Taehyung stated, tapping Jungkook on his shoulder. “Anyways, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah...” 

Jungkook stared a hole through you, as you worked, until you disappeared from his view; following Taehyung out of the shop.

~~~

“What were you thinking, hiring her to work here?!” 

Jungkook’s grandmother stared at him as he yelled out. She continued to stared as he yelled some more. This all began when he came back from his break. Knowing that his grandmother was at home resting, he raced up the stairs and found her on the couch watching the news. Jungkook couldn’t control his temper as well as the words he tried to hold in. During his break, this was all that plagued his mind. Why didn’t you tell him? Did his family know? If they didn’t know, they were going to know that very moment.

“Do you know who she is?! Do you know who her boyfriend is?!”

“Of course I do.” She responded carelessly, sipping from her tea.

“AND YOU STILL ALLOWED HER TO WORK HERE?!” Jungkook screamed, causing his grandmother to slam her teacup down on the table.

“JEON JUNGKOOK! Have you lost your mind, raising your voice to me like that?! You may be older but I will still discipline you like a child! Do you understand?!”

Jungkook immediately lowered his voice and his head. He is angry but the last thing he wanted to be was disrespectful to the woman who helped raise him. “Yes ma’am, I’m sorry. I’m just worried that something could happen to you guys. What if he gets angry and targets your shop or worse, he tries to hurt you?”

His grandmother smiled. “You’d be surprised how much a man changes for the one he loves.” She lifted her cup to take a drink. “Min Yoongi is not the problem. If he thought we were a harm to y/n, he would have done something a long time ago. For the simple fact that he loves her, he will protect her and anyone she cherishes; and that includes you.”

Jungkook let her words play over in his head, even as he returned to work. How could it be that you were protecting him?

~~~~~

You walked down the street, staring at the ground as your feet appeared out in front of you. Eventually, you kept walking until you bumped into something hard. You stumbled backwards until hands shot out to catch you and that’s when you realized, you hit someone; not something.

When you looked up, your eyes watered when you saw his familiar dark cold eyes staring back at you. You couldn’t even speak at that moment, too caught up in the fact that after three weeks, he was now standing in front of you. Yoongi smirked; using his thumb to wipe away tears that you didn’t know had fallen. You suddenly, embraced him, throwing your head into his chest and crying your eyes out. You never wanted him to leave you again and he promised you that he wasn’t.

Taking your hand in his, he led you down the street, taking in the scenery. The two of you stared off into the distance and just as Yoongi turned to say something to you, the sky darkened and blood poured from his mouth. Just as you went to him, his body crumbled into pieces and all that remained of him was the blood on your hands.

~

“YOONGI!” You screamed as you leaped up from your sleep. Nobody was there. You were all alone in his bed, in his room; in his house.

Your heart was racing a million times her second that you struggled to catch your breath. That dream had really shaken you up that you were unable to stop your eyes from watering as you burst into tears, covering your face in your hands. You had stayed in that position for the remainder of the night until the sunlight came barreling into the room. 

Yohan had entered the house, calling your name but when he didn’t get an answer, he walked up the stairs and came into the bedroom. You felt a hand on your shoulder, causing you to lift your head to see who it was. Yohan’s face contorted into a frown at your appearance. Your eyes were all puffy and red. You looked exhausted and drained of all energy. You seemed so out of it, Yohan wasn’t entirely sure if you realized it was him.

“Y/n... are you okay?”

You blinked a couple times, coming out of your daze. “I... had a nightmare.” You sniffed. “It scared me and I was afraid to go back to sleep.”

He embraced you, holding you tight in his arms. You were happy that he was there, but, in reality, you didn’t like how dependent you became of others. It was as if the baby was bringing to life every emotion and every fear, making you extremely vulnerable and clingy to people. You knew that you’d have to snap out of whatever this was you were going through to become more independent. Not everyone will always be able to run to your side every time something was wrong. You would have to shake off these worried and doubtful feelings and handle what you could on your own. You were not a baby anymore; it was time to stop acting like one.

“Don’t worry about me, though,” you added, pulling away to wipe your face and smile, showing him that you were okay; despite feeling otherwise. “I just need a nap and I’ll be good as new.”

Yohan hesitated for a moment before getting up. “I’ll go prepare breakfast. When you are ready, come down and eat something.”

You nodded with a smile, watching as walked out of the room. The moment he did, your smile faltered. It was something about the dreams you were having that gave you this uneasy feeling. Deep down, something felt off yet you didn’t know what it was. You just hoped your dream wasn’t telling you that something was wrong with Yoongi.

After getting dressed for the day, which consisted of one of Yoongi’s large shirts and shorts, you ate breakfast before lounging around the house. Eventually, you became tired from the lack of sleep and return to the bedroom for a nap. You cuddled against a pillow, throwing your legs over it; imagining it was your boyfriend. And for once, as you slept, you weren’t haunted in your unconscious state.

~~~~~

A few hours later, a large black truck pulled up on the property; stopping close to the front door. Yoongi stepped out, taking a deep breath and looked around. It felt good to be home and he couldn’t wait to take a day of rest now that his business out of town was finished for the time being.

“Welcome home, Mr. Yoongi.” Mr. Wu said, retrieving his luggage from the car. Hoseok and Namjoon also gotten out, stretching and yawning.

“It feels great to be back.” Hoseok commented.

“Yeah, I could really use some food, drinks, and pussy for the night.” Namjoon added, causing Hoseok to shove him. “What? I’m speaking honestly! It’s not like the two of you don’t have exactly that waiting for you at home.”

“Yeah...” Yoongi mumbled, looking up at his house before walking inside with his friends following behind. Namjoon and Hoseok went straight to the kitchen when they smelled something delicious coming from inside while Yoongi headed straight upstairs.

He stood at the end of the bed, watching you sleep peacefully. A smile appeared on his face as he climbed into bed, wrapping his arm around you as he spooned you. His lips softly kissed your neck, whispering sweet words into your ear that he knew you wouldn’t be able to hear. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep and as the two of you slept, everyone else was downstairs eating, laughing, and talking.

~~~~~

When you awoke, the moon was out and the room was dark except for a single light, dimming it. The rest of the house was quiet and you figured that everyone had left for the evening. Climbing out of bed, you walked downstairs with the thought of food on your mind. You were starved and because you slept majority of the day away, you had missed lunch.

As you walked into the dining room, you quickly noticed dishes on the table and from the looks of it; the food was still hot from being cooked.

“Yohan?” You called out but what you got was the biggest shock of your life. Yoongi emerged from the kitchen, carrying a few more dishes.

“Sorry to disappoint but it’s just me.”

“Y-Yoongi?...” You gasped, taking back by his presence. Your legs moved on their own and the next thing you knew, your head was buried in his chest and your arms tightly wrapped around his waist. 

Yoongi was initially taken back by your reaction and didn’t think he’d get this much of a welcome. “Maybe I let you sleep a little too long.” He joked.

You breathed in his scent, taking in the way his fabric felt against your cheek. You wanted to remember everything about this moment, down to the last detail. Suddenly breaking away, you look up at him.

“How?- When did you get back?”

“Earlier this afternoon, but you were too busy snoring to notice.” He smirked, moving around you to sit the bowls on the table.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t sleep well last night.” You tried to conceal your smile. The man of your dreams was standing right in front of you after being absent for a while and you tried your best to control yourself.

“That much is obvious.” Yoongi chuckled. He had never seen you sleep so hard. Usually, it would be the other way around. “In any case, Yohan told me you missed lunch so I preheated dinner, if you’re hungry.”

At first you were, but now that Yoongi was home, your appetite slipped away. At that moment in time, food was the furthest thing on your mind. Instead you had a taste for something else.

Walking back over to him, you trapped him against the table, leaning in to kiss along his neck. As you did this, your hand slowly traced down his chest, to his stomach, coming to rest on his groin. You started to smile when you felt him growing under your massages. Now that you had him where you wanted him, you abruptly moved away. Yoongi watched you with dark eyes as your hands wandered under the shirt you were wearing, noticing it was his. His eyes dropped to the floor right along with your shorts and when he met your eyes, he could see how pleased you were now that you had his attention.

“Take me to bed, Yoongi.”

That’s all he needed to hear as he closed the gap between the two of you. It was safe to say, you didn’t make it to the bedroom. The couch had gotten the job done very well.

~~~

Throughout the next week, Yoongi was back at work, falling into the same schedule he had before he left. You tried not to let it bother you too much even though it did. You dragged out each and every kiss and hug, hoping he could stay a little longer but he never did. He would leave and it left you all alone. So instead, you tried to used Hyolyn’s advice and take advantage of him not being there. That time was spent trapped in your thoughts while you constantly rubbed over your stomach. So what if Yoongi rather spent his time working? You had accepted it, it was that it made you feel lonely; almost as if you were being left behind.

2:52pm- The Big Asshole️: I’ll be home late tonight. Do you mind making yourself dinner?

You stared at your phone, looking over the message before letting out a sigh and responding back.

2:55pm- You: Sure, no problem.

~~~~~

Yoongi wasn’t even aware that you had messaged him due to the nature of his phone call. He was on the line with Jimin, who was telling him about the explosions; two of which happened to be his and someone he knew property.

“Exactly when did these explosions happen?”

“The morning you had left out of town. The first one was your warehouse and by the time I got there, the place was already on fire and the fire department was there. The second occurred a few days later. It was y/n’s brother’s house-“

“Matthew? Why the hell is he involved in this?”

“I think it’s because of what happened last year with the police. Matthew did help you bring them down.”

“Shit,” Yoongi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me y/n doesn’t know about this.”

“She knows but only the one with her brother. In fact, she found out before I did. Your mother had called me over the news, worried about y/n so I searched for her.”

Just like before, something about this didn’t sit right with Yoongi. His intuition felt like before, like it did with the police but someone more dangerous. He didn’t appreciate whoever this was, dragging you into it. What were they after?

“We’ll meet up and talk about this after I finish up at my parent’s house.”

Yoongi ended the call, got out of the car, and walked inside. His father was leaving town later on this evening and Yoongi needed to update him with what happened. His mother was just putting the final touches on her dishes. She had foreseen Yoongi coming over and made something for him to eat after their talked. Yoongi found his father in their bedroom, directing his assistant as he packed his clothes in suitcases.

“What’s going on, son?”

“I’ve just gotten word that one of the explosions was my warehouse.”

“Yes, I know. It was the next shipment for Hwang Jongsoo. But not to worry, I have someone looking into it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when it happened? This is not the first shipment we owe to him. There was that mishaps at the docks and now this?!” Yoongi exclaimed, taking a seat in a nearby chair, running his hands through his hair. His father walked and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Relax, Yoongi. When you are away, I need you to focus on business there while trusting that we’re handling business here. That’s what partnership is about. You don’t have to carry everything on your shoulders but rely on us to help. Now while I’m gone, I expect you to take on everything here.”

“Of course.”

His father nodded, taking a seat on the bed. “With me getting older, it’s about time that we discuss you taking over the business completely.”

Yoongi’s heart swelled in his chest. He waited years to take over and always believed he would run it with his brother but now, he was more than happy to have Jimin by his side.

“What did you want to discuss?”

“I’ve watched you grow into a respectable young man. The way you manage the business aspect of your life, makes me proud. I don’t have to worry leaving it in your hands; I know you’re fully capable of handling the pressure. However, I would like you to depend on others for a change. Anything you can’t fit in your schedule, allow others to handle it for you. That’s part of being a leader; do you understand where I’m coming from?”

“Yes, dad. I do.”

“Good,” the talk was interrupted by his father’s phone ringing. “Give me a moment, son.”

Yoongi nodded and left the room, walking downstairs to find his mother. She was seated in the living room, with the food she prepared; sitting on the living room table. The moment he took a seat next to her, her questions began.

“How was the trip?”

“Business is business, as usual.” Yoongi replied, reaching to try a few bites of food. “Even though I’m back, I’m sure I’ll have to make visits there again.”

“Well I’m glad to have you home and glad to see you are doing well.”

Yoongi responded with a hum of agreement and focused on eating. His mother watched him, taking in his features and side profile. Her son was quite handsome thanks to her and his father’s genes. She couldn’t help but wonder how the baby will look. Would it be a boy or girl? Would they have your features or their father’s dominant looks?

“Yoongi,” She began, absentmindedly. “I was thinking about my grandchild...”

He looked at her confused. “What grandchild?”

It was then that she realized she had slipped up. Her son wasn’t an idiot by any means and as his mother she felt awful keeping this from him but to respect your wishes to tell him first, she remained quiet. But as the two of them stared off, she believed he would be likely to catch on, if she didn’t try to cover it up quickly. 

“My grandchild... the one you plan on giving me.”

Yoongi let out a sigh. “Come on, mom. Not you too.”

“What?! I’ve been asking for a grand baby for almost two years.”

“I know but... do you really think a baby is what we need right now? My business is possibly being attacked, people I know are being targeted once again, I’m barely at home, y/n has become different than usual, and I don’t think we need to add a baby to any of that.”

“How has y/n been different?”

“I get the feeling that she wants more of my time which I’m unable to give to her. She’s seems a bit clingy and the last thing I need is for history to repeat itself and we’re dealing with another ‘Mina’.”

“I don’t think y/n would go as far as to shoot you.“ his mother proclaimed.

“I don’t think so either but I don’t want to push a wedge between us. Whatever she’s going through, it’s making her cling to me. And it’s a lot to deal with trying to ease her conscience as well as figure out what the hell is going on.”

“Yoongi, listen to me. I don’t doubt what you’re saying or your abilities to fix it but every woman needs to feel love and appreciated by her spouse ever so often. It’s what gives us comfort and energy to support our men. As a woman, y/n may not voice her opinion as much as the average person but I guarantee, she’s thinking the same thing,” his mother stated. The admission of her words had caused Yoongi to stare off, retreating into his thoughts. “Why not take a day off and treat her out. Make her feel special every once in a while. You don’t know how you being there makes a difference to her.”

~~~~~

Around twenty of Yoongi’s men arrived at the local warehouse. They usually met up in packs before leaving to meet with either Yoongi or his father. This particular day, they were getting ready to leave town with Mr. Min. Their orders were to sync with others, grab the supplies for the trip, and head over to the Min’s house to assist his father.

One of them checked the time as he watched the men load up the trucks. They were right on schedule but also needed to hurry just in the case police was watching. It was then that a sudden smell hit it nose, followed by a noise; a noise that he should have familiar with. Searching around, he tried to locate the source of this sound and when he did, it was too late. With three seconds remaining, there wasn’t enough time to warn anyone to get out. The warehouse exploded in flames. Everything and everyone inside were burned to a crisp. A man in all black watched the flames roar in the air from behind his dark glasses. After awhile, he climbed into his car and drove away.

~~~~~

You stared, with your shirt lifted, at your stomach in the bathroom mirror. Slowly but surely, it was growing. While Yoongi’s large black shirts hid it well, you knew after a couple more months, you’d be unable to. What would you do then?

While you were in the kitchen, making yourself lunch for the day, your hand rubbed over your stomach. You thought about what it would be like to cook a meal for you and your child, all while waiting for Yoongi to come home. You didn’t know why but it made you smile. A family of your own, living happily. 

The sudden closing of the front door made you straighten up. When Yoongi found you he stood close behind you, ready to wrap his arms around your waist but you intervened. Taking your hands in his, you wrapped his arms around your chest instead. Lucky for you, he didn’t notice a difference just as long he was close to you. Yoongi let the words of his mother replay over in his head. He didn’t want to lose you or risk losing you so he would have to find a way to balance his time between you and his business. Right now, it was all about you and that’s all he wanted to focus on.

“I know,” he spoke as he kissed your neck. “I haven’t been around the way you want me to and I’m sorry.” His hands unraveled and began to massage your sensitive growing breasts. “Tell me how I can make it up to you.”

You smiled. “Are you willing to do anything?”

“Mhm.” He groaned in your ear.

“I want to be in control in the bedroom. Fully in control, not when I start and then you take over.”

“Yeah, I get it.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance but you didn’t notice.

You quickly turned off the stove, grabbed his hand, and led him upstairs to the bedroom. Yoongi couldn’t see your face but you wore the biggest smile. Finally, you get to have your way with him, just the way you wanted to. He didn’t know how horny you’ve been without him and now you could barely keep your dirty thoughts in your head. You figured out a way to have sex with him, during the day, without him figuring out that you gained a little weight from the pregnancy and questioning it.

You dragged him over to the bed and turned around to face him. First, you leaned him forward as if you wanted a kiss but instead, your hands raked over his hair; tussling it into a mess. You pulled his suit jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. Your hands worked to undo every button on his shirt, sensually kissing from his neck downward. Next, you unbuckled his belt and roughly pulled it through the loops and off, his pants slightly sagging and showing off the top of his boxer briefs. 

Taking a step back, you stared from head to toe at him; biting your lip. Rugged Yoongi. The way he stared at you with his dark messy hair, shirt wide and lose on his torso, and his pants hanging off his waist; made you instantly wet and cock hungry for him. The expression on his face only completed the look.

You continued to undress him, removing his shirt, pants, and shoes until he was standing in front of you in nothing but his boxers.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Take them off!” You commanded. Yoongi’s eyebrows shot in the air before his eyes narrowed at you and he did as he was told. Now that he was standing in front of you stark naked, you walked over and pushed him down on the bed.

“Lie with your head in the direction of the headboard and don’t move.” 

As Yoongi did that, he watched as you disappeared into his closet, coming out with a few of his ties draped over your arms.

“Hey!” He yelled. “No playing with the ties! Do you know how expensive each one was?”

“Too bad.” You responded carelessly.

“I’m seriously, y/n! Find something else to play with!” 

This caused you to catch an attitude of your own. What was the point of letting you lead if he was just going to take it away? “I thought you said you were willing to do anything?” You stated with your hands on your hips.

“I am but that doesn’t include you destroying my wardrobe.”

“It’s not like you don’t have the money to buy it ag-“

“Y/n! No means no!” He ordered.

“Fine!” You threw the fabric at him and sat down on the bed in anger, wiping away tears. “If you had a problem with me being in control, then all you had to do was say so, Yoongi! If you have a problem with the way I do things, then you might as well get dress now and go back to work.”

At the admission of your tears, Yoongi soften a bit. Perhaps he was being too much of an asshole. The last thing he wanted was to have you crying because of it. He sat up in bed and wrapped his arms around you, kissing the back of your shoulder.

“Don’t cry, I’m sorry. Okay?”

You wiped your eyes, trying to calm down as well. “The fact that you would yell at me over a couple of ties, is maddening enough.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I overreacted.” Yoongi admitted. “But we don’t have to stop, okay? We could continue where we left off, if you want. How about I let you use one?”

You sniffed, turning your head to look at him. “Just one?”

He smiled, leaning forward to kiss your lips. “Yes, just one.”

You figured one will still do and just because you both gotten into a minor argument, didn’t mean you had to stop the fun so you agreed to continue where you had left off.

Still clothed, you straddled his waist, taking a dark colored tie and wrapping it around his head to cover his eyes.

“Under no circumstances, are you allowed to remove your blindfold. Do you understand, Yoongi?”

“I understand, y/n.”

With it secured in place, you made a couple of silly faces, sticking up your middle finger at him in the process; just to make sure he couldn’t see a thing. You slowly moved down his legs, positioning yourself between them.

“Another rule is that you cannot touch me. If you do, I will have no choice but to use another tie and I know you would hate that. Do you understand?”

Yoongi sighed, letting the sarcasm drip from his deep voice. “Yes, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes, ready to teach him a lesson. Gripping the base of his cock, you held it up in the air, examining it before taking him in your mouth. Right away, you slowly stroked him as you took him in further, inch by inch. Yoongi released a slight intake of breath and you heard it loud and clear. With him growing stiffer, you removed your mouth and moved below, taking one of his nutsacs in your mouth and sucking. This caused Yoongi to groan a little louder, flexing his abs at your movement. He wanted to reach down and tangle his hands in your hair but he also didn’t want another fight to ensure, thinking that he was trying to gain control. He loved when you sucked him off and didn’t want you to stop, by any means.

You could feel his sensitive sac try to escape the hold you had it in. All the while, you continued to stroke him; feeling the precum that had appeared, drip over your hand. You used it to lubricate his cock, gliding up and with ease. Your other hand replaced your mouth and your mouth had returned to sucking him off, this time taking him into your throat and holding it there. Yoongi began to break out in a light sweat. Perseverance was the name of the game. All he had to do was hold still through all of your ministrations until your body became weak enough for him to take over.

When his cock became solid, you let it fall against his stomach while you maneuvered on the bed to undressed. Your hand wandered between your legs, testing how wet you were; you were dripping. Sucking Yoongi’s cock always made you wet. Maybe it was the fact that you could turn a man like him into puddy in your hands. It made you feel powerful.

Reaching into the nightstand drawer, you pulled out your small but powerful vibrator. You use to use it a lot when you wanted to tease and get a reaction out of Yoongi when he was busy; it always worked too.

“Okay, Yoongi, time for the real test.” You stated straddling his waist again.

“What t-“ Yoongi’s words became trapped in his throat, releasing a moan instead as your pussy swallowed him whole. He tried to shake off the feeling of pleasure just to speak. “What test?”

Although you were in control, you had to take a second to calm down due to how filling his cock was. “A game of survival... no matter how many times I come, you can’t.”

Yoongi was quiet for a minute. “Y/n...“

“That’s an order, Yoongi!”

And with that, you rested your hands on his torso and your hips lifted so you could rock back and forth. Your eyes closed at the feeling and you bit your lip to keep yourself focused. Taking the vibrator, you placed it against your clit and turned it on. Yoongi immediately felt a difference. Your walls became tighter, causing him to moan but it became hidden behind yours which was much more louder. Your head fell back and it only took a matter of seconds as you came for the first time. You froze in place, crying out at how good it felt.

“Shit, Yoongi...”

He had no choice but to grip his blanket for support as your pussy squeezed the life out of his cock. It took everything in him not to thrust upward and unload his nut deep in your walls.

When you finally came down from your high, you picked up where you left off, fucking yourself and using the vibrator to come. Over and over, your voice becoming broken from the yelling. Your body was now covered in perspiration, glistening from the light outside. Yoongi bottom lip had become red with irritation from biting down too hard. He felt that if he was to cum inside of you now, you would surely become pregnant from all of the built up teasing you were doing. All he needed was a little relief so when you continued riding him for the fifth time, his hips moved off the bed, snapping into yours. The pleasure he was experiencing was getting closer that he didn’t realize his hands start to wander, but you did. You immediately stopped and grabbed his hands, slamming them down on the bed by his head in a submissive manner.

“What did I say about touching, Min Yoongi?!” You breathed out heavily, more angry at the fact that you had to stop. “If you don’t want to follow my rules, then I’ll stop and you can be stuck with a hard on.” You bragged. “Don’t forget, I’ve already came... more than once.”

Yoongi let out a deep breath, gritting his teeth together. You could tell that he fought to keep his anger under control, making you giggle.

“I see you’re having a little too much fun with this.” He commented in irritation. If your plan wasn’t to get him off, then he had a better chance of doing it himself.

“I’m having a fucking blast.” You moaned.

Your hips began to move again, slowly rocking back and forth. This time, you didn’t care if Yoongi fucked you back. If he wanted to come, he was now allowed to do so. Your hips picked up speed at you had to lean forward, pressing your hands to his shoulders. With the help of the toy, your clit had become enlarged and sensitive to the touch. If you continue riding a Yoongi like you did, you would be able to come one last time.

When Yoongi felt your pussy clench around him, any restraints he had were broken. His hands shot up, one gripping your neck while the other gripped your arm. He hammered his cock in and out of you that he could feel your juices gushing from your pussy.

“Fuck! Right there!” You cried out.

“You like that don’t you, y/n?” He grunted as he fucked you harder.

“...Yes.”

“Tell me that you’re done taking control and if you beg me cutely, I might consider letting you come with me.”

You whimpered, unable to form a coherent sentence. All you needed was a couple more strokes and you were coming whether Yoongi liked it or not. But unfortunately for the both of you, everything was cut short by the ringing of Yoongi’s phone. Even though he was pissed that he was interrupted, his hips slowed to a stop and both of your orgasms grew further away. You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see it. 

“Yoongi, please don’t answer it.” But your plea fell on deaf ears. Yoongi had removed you from on top of him, took off the blindfold, and quickly answered the phone before the ringing had stopped.

“Min.”

While he was distracted, you shielded yourself with the shirt you were wearing earlier. Yoongi turned his attention to you as he listened on the line. He could see that you were upset by this but he didn’t have a choice. When business called, he had to answer.

Suddenly his mood darkened at the news. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Another one?!” He blew out a heated sigh, getting off the bed and searching for his clothes. “I’ll be right there.”

You were still in the same spot, refusing to move as you stared out of the window. So much for spending time together. It seemed as though the two of you could barely do that.

“I have to go, something important has come up.” Yoongi stated as he fastened his pants. “I can’t make any promises but I’ll try to come home later.”

Once dressed, he walked over to the bed, ready to give you a kiss but you leaned away from him. Not even bothering to spare him a glance.

“Just go.” Were all the words you had to say to him.

Yoongi hesitated a bit, initially still taken back by your anger but he also didn’t stay long. He left out of the room, and soon, out of the house; all without saying another word.

You threw the shirt to the floor in anger, pulling yourself into a ball and crying your eyes out.

~~~~~

When Yoongi arrived at the warehouse, barely anything was there. He parked his car and gotten out, standing between Jimin and Namjoon. The three of them watched as the police removed body bag after body bag from the scene.

“What happened?” Yoongi asked.

“Another explosion.” Jimin stared.

“How many of our men were inside?”

This time Namjoon answered. “The team leaving tonight never made to your father’s house. There were eighteen of them.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi mumbled, turning away. He pulled out his phone and stared at it. A part of him wanted to text you; to check on you. He wanted to explain himself in hopes that you had calmed down and weren’t upset with him. But instead, he placed his phone back in his pocket. He needed to focus on work. “Let’s talk at the club.”

 The three men didn’t say another word as they split up. Namjoon walked over to Yoongi’s car and gotten into the passenger while Yoongi gotten into the drivers. Jimin walked over to his car but before he got in, his phone rang out. Taking one look at the name, he answered right away.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” He listened carefully. “I’ll be right there. Stay right there!”

He rushed to his car, getting in and driving off; leaving Yoongi to watch him intently. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t jealous. For whatever reason, you had call Jimin, not him. The jealousy in him wanted to follow behind to see what was going on but he didn’t. Yoongi swallowed back his anger and headed to his club.

~~~~~

When Jimin made it to Yoongi’s house, he rushed to the front door; taking notice of it being locked. He pulled out his spare key, opened the door, and rushed inside.

“Y/N?!” He called out but didn’t hear anything.

When he made it upstairs, he found you sobbing on the bedroom floor, clutching your stomach. Jimin immediately raced to your side, trying to hold you up.

“I can’t move,” You cried. “It hurts too much. I... I think something is wrong with the baby.”

If only you weren’t so angry from earlier, you wouldn’t be in this situation. You should have just let Yoongi go without the attitude. Now, here you lie on the floor suffering from sharp stomach pains.

Jimin hated seeing you like this; weak and broken. He picked you up, bridal style, and carried you out of the house and to his car. The drive to the nearest hospital took thirty minutes but Jimin gotten there in ten. He carried you into the emergency room, yelling from someone to come help you. A few nurses came to your aide and after Jimin explained to them your situation, they immediately took you to a room. He followed close behind, watching as the nurses prepared equipment and hooked you up to an IV. He could see the fear in your eyes and knew what it was because he thought the same thing.

Jimin took ahold of your hand. “It will be okay. The baby will be okay and so will you.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

A doctor finally entered and immediately started running test and examinations on your body. He conducted an ultrasound and was able to find the fetus still located in your uterus. This caused you to breathe a sigh of relief. At least you knew you didn’t suffer from a miscarriage. And when he placed a fetus doppler on your stomach, you heard the powerful sounds of your baby’s heartbeat for the first time. 

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, covering your mouth and nose with your hands. This time when tears fell from your eyes, they were tears of joy, of the happiness you suddenly felt. Jimin couldn’t help but smile as well at your reaction.

“It seems like the baby is perfectly fine.” The doctor stated. “I’ll double check the blood and lab results when they return. Now, even though everything is fine now, putting ample amounts of stress on yourself and the baby could have a negative impact, similar to how you were feeling earlier. Keeping yourself healthy is very important especially when someone else’s life depends on it.” 

After cleaning you up, he gathered all of his things and walked to the door. “I’ll have one of the nurses move you to a room so you could rest here overnight and discharge you tomorrow; depending on how you’re feeling.”

“Thank you.” you said, looking down at your stomach; rubbing your hand over it. 

“Well that’s a relief.” Jimin stated in a joking manner. 

“Jimin...” you called his name even though you weren’t looking at him. “I’m sorry for calling you away from important business.”

“Nonsense! If I didn’t get to you like I did, it might not have been a good outcome.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I think Yoongi and I need a small break. When I get out, I’m going to spent a few days at my apartment.”

“Are you sure? Yoongi may not agree with it.”

“I doubt he’d even notice. Besides, he has his company to tend to.”

Jimin wanted to make you see that despite being as busy as they are, doesn’t mean that Yoongi cared about his business more. In fact, he believed that if it really came down to it, Yoongi would choose you over everything else.

~~~

After seeing you to your room and making sure you were okay for the evening, Jimin drove over to Yoongi’s club. He walked upstairs into the office, finding him seated at the desk. When Yoongi looked up from his paper work, Jimin could see the anger hidden behind his eyes.

“I called a meeting over an hour ago, Park. Where were you?” He asked.

“Something came up but I taken care of it.”

“Something like what?” But when Jimin didn’t answer, Yoongi placed his hands under his chin and leaned forward. “Let me explain why I asked... you tell me that you lose what I lose but when I call a meeting to get to the bottom of it, you’re nowhere to be found. It kind of looks a bit suspicious, especially when I found out that you’ve been dealing with Hwang Jongsoo on the side.”

“Please tell me you’re joking right now!” Jimin yelled, not believing what he was hearing. Yoongi was blaming him for all of the mishaps. “Why would I try to destroy you if we are partners? I DO suffer the same loses as you do! I put in half and you put in half! What could I possibly gain from taking over your life?!”

Yoongi remained quiet as his eyes narrowed. Jimin didn’t have to be a mind reader to know exactly what he was thinking. The attack on his business is just a front, the real reason why they were having this conversation was for Yoongi to express his discomfort with Jimin secretly becoming close to you. He noticed a change between the two of you and didn’t like it. 

Jimin suddenly smirked, shaking his head. If he was as evil as he used to be, Yoongi would have been right. It wasn’t a secret that he wanted you for himself but since you were taken and now he was too, nothing but friendship is all that could happen between you two; especially now that you are pregnant.

“Look, Yoongi. It’s not what you think. You had asked me to look after y/n and that’s all I’m doing. I swear to you that nothing else is going on. And I met with Hwang because he was the connection between the explosions. It’s his shipments that are either missing or are destroyed.” Jimin sighed. “I’ve been looking into this, just like I’ve been trained to do. Any information I find, I clue you in on because we’re partners. If you fall, I fall.”

Yoongi sighed, averting his eyes elsewhere as he lowered his hands. “This all started with Hwang Jongsoo. I think we need to pay him another visit. If he isn’t behind it himself, he may know or have a good idea who is.”

“Hwang is nothing more than a mole, using his connections to you to help whoever this is destroy you.” Jimin stated. “What do you think will happen if he spouts off about his recent transactions from doing business with you? We will lose business partners at the drop of a hat but, I get the feeling that is not what he or they are really after, so be careful.”

“Am I supposed to be scared? Is this supposed to scare me?”

“No, this is supposed to alert you. Keep your eyes open, Yoongi. Something is going on and whoever is the cause of this is not only targeting your business but also people you know. This could just be a diversion to keep our minds off of the real target.”

“Which is who?”

Jimin looked at him. “You.”

~~~~~

Once you were your released from the hospital, you caught a cab to your apartment, standing in the doorway of the home that you had neglected. Everything the still same from when you last left it except for the dusk that had collect over it all. Smiling, you shut the door and got to work cleaning up. You dusted off everything you touched. You had thrown out any expired food from the fridge and cleaned it out as well. Lastly, you had swept and mopped the floor before taking a warm shower to clean off. You had dressed in sweats and took a seat on your couch, watching whatever you could find on TV. When the doorbell rang, you jumped up to retrieve the pizza you had ordered before returning to the couch. 

The rest of the night, you had spent talking on the phone to your mother, coming up with excuses as to why you haven’t been in touch lately. She initially believed it was because you had been in and out of the hospital fighting off a bad stomach bug but you couldn’t hold back the truth, not from your own mother. So you shared the news, listening as she screamed in your ear repeatedly.

“What did Yoongi say when he found out?”

“He’s just... indifferent, I guess.” You lied. “He’s just been busy with work, you know how he is.”

“He’s probably just as excited as you are yet he doesn’t want to show it... men.” She laughed.

“Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Try not to sound so down, honey. Yoongi will come around and when he does, he won’t let you do a thing, trust me.”

“Thanks, mom.”

“Anytime, sweetie. Now I have to go. Your father and I are taking a romantic sail on the ocean.”

“Oh ok... I’ll just talk to you later.”

“Bye, and take care of my grandchild.”

“Bye.”

You ended the call, lying down on the couch; thinking it all over. Your parents are having a romantic date, Matt and Hyolyn are on a romantic getaway, and you were at home; separated from Yoongi. Even the couple on the television show you were watching, were snuggling together in each other’s arms.

You sighed, about to go into your bedroom when your phone suddenly rung. It was the clinic for the procedure your doctor had set you up with. You stared at the number as the phone continued to ring throughout the apartment. Eventually, it stopped but your thoughts continued to wander. Were you going to go through with it or not? Right now, at this moment in time, you were where you didn’t want to be. Yes, Yoongi did love you but what was stopping him from working even when he had a baby at home? Nothing... you were scared that you would be stuck doing it all by yourself and even more worried that Yoongi wouldn’t care. In his world, when business called, he had to answer.

~~~~~

Yoongi leaned back in his seat, staring at his phone; specifically, your contact name. Last night when he came home late, he came home to an empty house. You weren’t there. Although he knew where you were, he didn’t go to you because he couldn’t offer a solution to the situation. Even if he promised that he would spend more time with you, it would end up becoming a lie due to work. So instead, he’s been spending his nights at his club office, more so thinking of you than actually getting work done.

He didn’t want to think about it but he could feel a distance growing between you and him. And it was liable to get worse now that he was trying to figure out who was behind the explosions.

“Dammit, y/n...” he mumbled to himself. “Stubborn as always.”

~~~

Over the next few days, Yoongi and Jimin gathered all the information they could on Hwang Jongsoo. The more they knew about him, the shadier he became in their eyes. He was known for bad business in other cities. He’d buy merchandise from one dealer and sell it at a high price, corrupting small safe towns with drugs and violence. He was making a profit but at the same time, he was losing more money than he was gaining. When he fucked over one business partner, he’d already be in search of a new one but this time, Yoongi wasn’t going to let anyone fuck him over. He and Jimin had planned on making that clear the following day. They rode in Yoongi’s car as he drove to Hwang’s property.

The gate was open and so was his front door when they gotten out of the car and walked closer. Jimin peeked inside before turning away.

“We have bodies on the floor.” He stated, pulling out his gun. Yoongi did the same before pushing the door open and aiming.

He stepped over body after body of men lying in a pool of their own blood, none of which was the man they were looking for. Yoongi picked up a framed picture of Jongsoo and his family. He had a wife and three children, two sons and one daughter. He looked around, checking for anyone in sight. Both men looked at each other went they smelled something foul in the air; something worse than a dead body.

Coming from the direction of the kitchen, black smoke filled the air and covered the ceiling. They walked inside and noticed the oven was on the highest setting, cooking whatever it was inside to its fullest capacity. Jimin grabbed a cloth and pulled down the handle, opening the door. More smoke poured out, causing them to cough and fan the air, but once it was clear to look inside, it was an absolute horrific scene.

Not only was the head of Hwang Jongsoo and his wife was inside but also the heads of their three children. A further check of the house, they found the bodies in each room. Jongsoo in his study, his sons; in their bedroom, his daughter; under her bed, and his wife; in the master bedroom and not only that, she was killed while she was nine months pregnant.

Yoongi and Jimin waited in his car as they watched police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks invade the property.

“So what now?” Jimin questioned. “It was safe to say that Hwang was just a mole.”

“A mole that couldn’t be trusted.” Yoongi added, staring off at the scene. “But why kill him off now?”

“He became useless to them or maybe he didn’t want to betray you anymore.”

“I don’t know.”

Yoongi started the car and pulled back onto the road heading back to the city. The entire ride, his mind was elsewhere; envisioning what Jongsoo was going through in his last minutes of living. Crazy enough, Yoongi felt bad for his family; caught up in whatever he was into.

Once they made it back to town, Jimin recommended stopping at his favorite diner before heading back to the club to work. While he was inside, getting the food, Yoongi sat outside on the hood of his car, talking to Namjoon.

“I want you to look up all known associates of Hwang Jongsoo. I want to know everywhere he went within the last few days; who he met up with. Have Hoseok pull any surveillance from all the places. I want to track his last whereabouts.”

“Easy, champ! What’s this about? Did the guy cut you off in traffic or something?” Namjoon joked.

“He had ties to the explosions yet he and his family were just found slaughtered in their home.”

“Is there anything else you need?” He asked getting down to business.

Yoongi had every intention of answering but when he looked up, his eyes made contact with a feminine pair. A pair of eyes that he hasn’t seen in awhile but the last time he saw them, they were filled with hurt and anger. That was the last thing he remembered about her before she shot him.

“Mina.” He mumbled.

~

©2019 Silhouetted_Beauty

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yoonkook fic recs  (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

when breaking rules (go hard or go home) by fruitily

Summary: when you’re a freshman, you learn a few things during the first couple of weeks, things that aren’t written down anywhere:

1. you don’t pick more than one eight a.m. class per semester because you won’t be able to get up 2. you don’t leave your laundry in the dryer overnight because it will get stolen 3. you don’t get involved with min yoongi.

or: jungkook gets involved with min yoongi. jimin would make a terrible secret agent, and taehyung is a lizard dealer (?)

your love is such a sugar rush (and i can never get enough) by ohh

Summary: A List of Things Jeon Jungkook Expects Min Yoongi to Do to Him After Jungkook Accidentally Calls Him Short:

1.) Take back the green apple sour tapes he gave to Jungkook.

2.) Punch him square in the jaw.

3.) Spit a diss rap he made on the spot at Jungkook's face.

4.) Glare at him until he withers and dies, leaving his life horribly unaccomplished. (Out of the four options, this is the one Jungkook preferred the most.)

I Want You To Be My Night by TheOrgasmicSeke

Summary: The Big Bad Wolf may be big, but he's really not all that bad. He's more like an over sized puppy who just wants to be loved. 

It's February 13th by brownsuga

Summary: Jungkook is 14, not stupid. He understands the basics of Valentine's Day, Step 1: Buy a card, Step 2: Confess your feelings. How on earth is he screwing this up so badly? Maybe because his crush is Min Suga, also known as his best friend who's been living with his family since they were kids. Yeah, that can be an issue.

color me blue by xiajin

Summary: yoongi wonders exactly what in the world went through his head when he decided that he wanted kids. like, what. what.

i also recommend color me blue series even though it fucked me up.

그 손을 내밀어줘, Save Me by TheHalesNyx

Summary: That’s when Min Yoongi, self-declared ‘simple man’, turned the corner onto his street, mid-yawn, his breath escaping with a small squeak he’d never admit he made, when he collided into another body, and his ‘simple man’ life was thrown into chaos.

In which Jungkook is angry, nearly a high school drop out, and alone, and Yoongi is an adult who is struggling, and somehow, they find someone to save them in each other.

in general i really recommend the series You Shine So Bright that this fic is in.

... .- ...- . -- .  by darling

Sumarry: lonely lonely lonely whale.

or: all your stars are my stars too.

mind, soul, and body by hakho 

Summary: In which Yoongi and Jeongguk spend their first new year's eve as a married couple staring at the stars and fucking in the back of a van like horny teenagers.

(or that fic where Jeongguk is a sappy motherfucker - sorry, husband-fucker)

babyblue by serindipia (Meloncomia)

Summary: Yoongi knows Jungkook is trouble since the first time they met, all soft colors and candy flavor. He also knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way about someone almost six years younger than him, that he’s supposed to be the responsible one; the adult.

Jungkook, however, knows Yoongi has never been able to say ‘no’ to his pretty eyes and strawberry flavored lips.

(Or: Modern AU in wich Yoongi has the hots for Pastel!Jungkook, and Jungkook just wants to be babied and spoiled 24/7)

you and me are like peaches and cream by numajiri

Summary: where jungkook is the new employee at the ice cream shop where yoongi works, and yoongi really, really didn't ask for any of this.

(or, jungkook is pretty and yoongi is weak)

about soulmates and inevitable doom by fruitily

Summary: jungkook could write a handbook called What to Expect When You’re Sharing an Apartment With Two People Who Are Each Other’s Soulmates (Especially If You Haven’t Found Yours Yet and Are Kind of Bitter About It).

or: when you turn twenty, the ability to communicate with your soulmate by writing on your skin manifests. jungkook's soulmate wants nothing to do with him. yoongi can't help but associate soulmates with inevitable doom.

I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby by witheredleaf (micooled)

Sumarry: The soulmate/soulbond au where Yoongi is part of a famous rap duo and Jungkook is his diligent fanboy, they meet at a fansign and things escalate from there

(alt. Yoongi didn’t sign up for this)

hunting season by xiajin

Summary: “i was gonna ask if you could sing one of those songs for me,” yoongi admits, “but then i saw you and that plan went down the drain.”

“oh my god,” jungkook covers his face. “this cannot be happening right now. oh my god, what.”

“is that a no?”

// written in small moments.

Black Silk & Stitched Daisies by TheHalesNyx

Sumarry:  "He’s still not used to seeing Jungkook in those damned white t-shirts, in those damned panties. The periwinkle lace trim makes his throat dry, the black lace makes him burn. Yoongi’s favorite, though, are the pretty purple flowers embroidered over the sides and crotch, outlining Jungkook’s erection perfectly."

bergen, 4:30 a.m. by bellamees

Summary: "it's coming of age day, hyung. i'm allowed to be reckless."

Shipping for Beginners by wortmalerei

Summary: Taehyung is ninety percent sure there is something going on between Yoongi-hyung and Jeonggukie. He is only missing evidence, so he and Jimin come up with a plan. (Features slightly jealous!Kookie and cavity-inducing fluff.)

sugakookie luv affair by sugaspun

Summary: random sugakookie fics I just need to get out of my system.

New: domestic fluff; basically, yoongi getting spoilt by his younger boyfriend.

Troublemakers by twelvenineteen

Summary: Prompt: I’m a super tough punk who hates authority. Your parents are cops who have met me more than once but I like you a lot.

43 kisses by yoojung (kyungchul)

Summary: In which the entire student body is convinced Jungkook is dating the school's sweetheart Lee Jieun, which would be great if Jungkook was just slightly straighter than he actually is. Meanwhile, a certain Min Yoongi is being forced to run a kissing booth. No one is happy about this (except his asshole best friend Hoseok and maybe Jeon Jungkook, just maybe though).

#yoonkook #sugakookie #myg #jjk #min yoongi #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #yoonkook fic recs #sugakookie fic recs #fic recs #bts fic recs #bangtan fic recs #otp #bts fanfic #bts fics #suga #jungkook #suga bts #jungkook bts #bts scenarios #bottom yoongi #top yoongi #top suga #bottom suga #top jungkook #bottom jungkook #i will add some fics to this later my eyes hurt af