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In the Middle of the Night: Ch 23 (M)

Chapter 23: "자꾸 멀어져가" [jakku meoleojyeoga]

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

MASTERLIST

Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader

Rating: M (language, explicit sexual scene)

Status: COMPLETE

Trigger warnings: familial problems, sexual assault scene (once again, this will have a ***** at the beginning and end), mother-daughter issues, misunderstandings

Warning/spoilers: anal, fingering

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NOTE: First and foremost, Happy Indigo Day!!!! Don’t forget to stream/listen/buy “Indigo”! 🥰💜💜💜

Second, I'm sorry to inform you that this will be the last weekly chapter I post this month. I've fallen behind on this story due to the crazy holidays (work tends to double around this time). There is a lot I have to work on and I would rather not rush as I have been lately. There are seven chapters left (they’re mostly finished but need heavy editing), so I want to ensure I take my time with them. Plus, I have another short story I’m working on that I want to take care of first (“Seven Times I Hated Kim Seokjin”). I think I’ll be able to release one more chapter of ITMOTN in December but I won't make any promises. I’m hoping to be back to posting weekly by the beginning of the new year.

On a positive note, this chapter is a long one. Enjoy!

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-Early December-

“You do have a beautiful home, Mai-Mai,” Hoseok said as he stared into the ocean.

Hoseok, Yoongi, Taehyung, and I were all sitting in the backyard of my home. They were done with their shows and had officially started their vacation. Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook had already flown back to Seoul, the rest were staying in the States for a little longer to enjoy some of their time off. Tae and Hobi were flying out first thing in the morning with their families for their vacation while Yoongi would be staying behind alone in California. Namjoon was also set to leave tomorrow with Hakun and Yongrae and another friend of ours. They were going to be visiting several museums in the States; the trip they had been planning for months.

I was putting on a brave face. Namjoon and I were going to be separated once again. Only this time, it was going to be for much longer. I wasn’t set to go back to Korea for another two months or so. Honestly, my heart ached at thinking about it. Even with the guys' busy schedules, Namjoon and I still managed to see each other almost every day since they'd been here. It was going to be difficult not seeing him as often.

“I bet this has a killer view in the morning,” Yoongi murmured as he took a sip of the whiskey he had brought out from my collection.

An idea popped into my head, pulling me away from the sadness I was feeling. “Why not just stay here?” I asked.

Yoongi turned to me, confused.

“I have plenty of room for you, Kiwoo, and Dal. Rather than stay in the hotel, why not here? There’s plenty of security at the gate. If you need a driver, call the company I use or call Ky. His schedule is flexible.” Kiwoo and Dal were the two staff members staying behind with Yoongi. If I was going to invite Yoongi to crash at my place, I needed to extend the invitation to them.

“Use Ky as my own personal chauffeur?” Yoongi asked, chuckling at the idea.

“Get him dinner and he’ll be happy to do it,” I suggested. Yoongi tended to eat at high-quality restaurants and Ky was always too cheap to go to those places. If Yoongi agreed to take him out to dinner, I knew Ky would be happy to drive Yoongi through all of California for that free meal.

Yoongi considered it for a moment. “It's not a bad idea. The guys won't be bored here either. I’ll talk to Kiwoo and Dal.”

I smiled, liking my brilliant idea. Yoongi's flight wasn't for a couple of weeks. It would be nice to have some company. Maybe I could introduce him to an old friend of mine. I didn't get involved in my friends' love lives unless they asked for my advice. Yoongi had never asked me to introduce him to someone or even hinted at wanting to find someone, but I did have this one friend who I genuinely believed would be a great match for him.

Suddenly, Namjoon's appearance pulled me out of my thinking. He had two beers in hand. While Yoongi and Hobi were drinking the whiskey, I was craving beer. Namjoon, being the sweetheart he was, offered to get some for us. Tae opted out of drinking, which wasn't a surprise to us.

Namjoon came to my side and handed me the ice-cold beer. As he took the seat next to me, he caressed my head gently.

The butterflies in my stomach flew in all sorts of directions.

“Such a gentleman, Namjoonie,” Taehyung said as he gave his brother applause.

Hobi mimicked Tae and clapped, laughing at our expressions.

I got a light blush. For some reason, I didn't get embarrassed by the kissing or full physical flirting, but when it was small or intimate touches, I turned into a tomato. Namjoon rolled his eyes at his brothers. He took a sip of his beer and draped his arm on the back of my chair, scooting closer to me.

“You’re seriously not going to join Namjoon on his travels?” Hoseok asked me, changing the subject.

“Yeah. There just isn’t time. I’ve got some meetings with an artist on their next album. Plus, this is a guy’s trip. Namjoon and they have been planning this for months, I don't want to intrude,” I said taking a sip from my beer.

Yoongi laughed next to me. “She doesn’t want to spend all that time in museums.”

Hobi chuckled at the accusation.

I didn’t answer and took another sip. He wasn’t wrong. While I wanted to spend as much time as I could with Namjoon, it also didn’t excite me to spend that many days and hours discussing art. I enjoyed my time at an art gallery and having Namjoon next to me explaining everything, but I feel I would be more in the way than anything else if I went. But I also mean it when I said I didn’t want to intrude on his trip with the boys, all of whom were art enthusiasts.

“She’s not saying anything, so you might be right,” Hobi teased.

I flipped him off.

Namjoon turned to me, his eyes giving a mock expression of hurt. “You don’t want to spend hours of your days walking through a gallery or on your butt in a car, trying to get to another destination?”

He was so close to me that the cluster of freckles around his eyes and nose became more prominent. I swear, they looked like a constellation of stars I could not name. “Depends. If I go with you will you go to a couple of off-Broadway shows in New York?”

Namjoon pulled away and resumed drinking his alcohol, refusing to answer me. I took that as a fat ‘no’.

“The sky looks very pretty,” Tae said as he looked out into the ocean. “I bet the sunset is quite the view.”

I nodded. “The colors against the water are almost breathtaking. And the shadows it makes with the trees give you goosebumps. It gets really beautiful. Like a movie.”

“We haven’t caught a sunset in this view, right?” Namjoon asked me, pulling my chair closer to his.

I nodded. We hadn’t. We had seen one once at the beach but not at my house.

We all turned to the sun as it got closer to disappearing. Everyone was quiet.

Someone cleared his throat. “You want to shoot some pool?” Hobi asked Yoongi.

Yoongi smiled at him and nodded. “Come on, Taehyung.”

“Come on, Tae,” Hobi echoed as he got out of his chair.

“Why?” Taehyung asked, pouting. “I want to see the sunset. Sounds romantic.”

“That’s why, dummy,” Yoongi muttered as he let out a chuckle.

Hoseok took ahold of Taehyung’s arm and pulled him out of his chair. It seemed Tae finally understood why the other two wanted to go inside when I heard him make an "Aaaaaah" sound. Yoongi and Hobi simply laughed at him.

“Well, they were subtle,” Namjoon said, getting up himself and picking up our beers with one hand.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“It’s ‘where are we going’,” he corrected and took my hand, dragging me out of my chair.

I followed him over to a couch that overlooked the water. Namjoon set down the bottles on the floor and then motioned with his hand for me to take a seat first. I sat down and moved the cushions so we could recline on them and still have a good view of the sunset. Once I was done, Namjoon climbed on, pulling me to his chest.

I snuggled close, draping my leg across his stomach and placing my head on a pillow next to his own. Normally, I would have opted to lay on his chest or neck, but I wanted to keep my eyes on his face. I had first-hand knowledge of how breathtaking his face looked at sunset. There was no way I was going to miss it.

As we lay there, waiting on the sun to come fully down, Namjoon’s fingers lightly stroked my back and his other hand wrapped warmly around the thigh that was on top of him. “You really can’t meet me in New York? Even for a day before I fly out?”

I let out a groan at his words. We had discussed this several times. At first, I thought I would be able to go to New York and spend a couple of days with him, but Ky had booked us some meetings with labels which looked promising. Plus, I had a project with another artist and needed to stay in LA.

“I wish I could, but I can’t,” I said, sounding and feeling crappy.

Namjoon squeezed me. “I know. I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty. Just sucks.”

I nodded, holding him tighter.

He turned to me, his warm chocolate eyes landing on mine. I reached over and traced the dots around his nose and eyes lightly. “I’m gonna miss these the most.”

He snorted. “You’re the only one. I’ve never had a girl that paid them any mind. I’m not even a fan myself. Takes so much product to cover up since there’s so brown.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What’s so wrong with brown?” I asked jokingly.

He chuckled. “Nothing. On you, it’s beautiful,” he said, reaching for my lips and giving me a deep kiss. “But beauty standards placed upon me growing up made me have a strong dislike for them. Took me a while to simply accept them.”

My fingers continued to explore his face. “Do you like them now?”

Keeping his eyes fully on mine, he spoke. “I like that you like them.”

My heart felt like it would burst. Something lingered on my lips that wanted to desperately come out. I bit my lip, keeping myself contained. He was leaving tomorrow and we would be separated for close to two months. I needed to be rational here.

Suddenly, I noticed a change in the lighting. We both turned to the water at the same time.

The sky turned into different shades of purple and orange as the sun began to fall out of view.

Namjoon’s eyes stayed in nature, taking in the moment. “Beautiful,” he breathed out.

My eyes traced the shadows beginning to form on his face, making his features stronger. “Yeah,” I agreed.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

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A few hours later, we were back at the hotel. Everyone, minus Yoongi, would be leaving first thing in the morning. It was easier if I stayed the night at the hotel than a car picking him up early from my place. As we arrived at their floor, Namjoon and my hands stayed linked.

Staff members greeted us and I noticed some of their eyes lingering on our hands. I had the instinct to pull back my hand and step away from Namjoon. However, I resisted the urge. It wasn’t getting easier being stared at, but I needed to learn how to tolerate it.

The only thing I had on me was my purse where I only had a few things. I felt slightly embarrassed and felt anxious in them knowing I would be staying over the night with no extra clothing.

Judging by Namjoon’s face, though, it didn’t seem the same worries were going through his head. Quite the opposite, he looked quite content as we held each other’s hands and got to his room. Once the door was open, he allowed me to go in first, a big smile on his face as he looked at me. Jesus. I don’t think I ever felt such conflicting emotions about his smile. On one hand, I never wanted him to stop looking at me that way, but on the other hand, I wanted him to stop. We were being watched, goddamn it.

After settling in his room, he put on some music. He needed a few things to pack and I decided to help. I looked around, searching everywhere to see if he had forgotten anything.

It didn’t take long for him to finish. However, he was having difficulties closing one of his suitcases.

He looked around the zipper, trying to figure out what was wrong.

I sat back, finding it endearing to see him struggle. Also, I knew how it sometimes irritated him when he was treated like a child. He liked to do things on his own.

After less than a minute, he figured out what was wrong. “Oh, you didn’t align this well, Namjoon,” he muttered to himself and fixed the problem.

I held back a laugh, not wanting to ruin the moment.

After closing it, he turned to me. “Finally.”

As he stared at me, I caught the glint in his eyes. I knew it all too well.

Biting his lip, he made his way to me. I was sitting on the bed, watching him. Once he got to me, he took a seat in the bed and then tugged at my arm.

I let out a laugh, understanding what he was trying to say. I moved my body on top of his, placing my thighs on either side of his legs.

Once I was sitting on his lap, his hands made their way up my back. “Hey,” he said to me, looking at me with heat in his eyes.

I came closer to him, not being able to control my smile. “Hey.”

We kissed for a moment, but nothing heated. A few touches and caresses. We were content just holding each other.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed that way, but eventually, a knock at the door snapped us out of it.

“Coming,” Namjoon called out, placing his gentle hands on my hips and applying a little bit of pressure, signaling me to move.

I brought my leg up and moved off him. His hands remained on me as he stood up. His palms gave my lower back a soft rub before letting go as if needing to touch me for as long as possible before our bodies fully separated.

I was noticing this was happening more—the gentle and intimate touches. My body and heart thrilled at the growing emotions, but I couldn’t help but get worried that things were going too fast. Opposite to Namjoon’s thinking, I didn’t think three months was too long. How could our emotions be developing so quickly and intensely? Every touch and look now felt so incredibly intimate.

As Namjoon came to the door, a staff member announced he was there to collect Namjoon’s luggage. Namjoon brought out the suitcases he would be checking into the flight but was keeping his bag and small carry-on behind.

After closing the door when the staff left, I had a lingering question. “Um, do you have an extra shirt or sweater for me?”

He looked at me, confused. “Are you cold?”

I tilted my head, giving him a “are you for real” look. “You don’t like me bringing anything when I stay the night. I would hope you have something for me to wear, at least.”

The realization finally hit Namjoon. He let out an embarrassed chuckle and went to his carry-on. “I should have a couple of shirts. Hold on.”

After finding one, he placed it on the nightstand closest to the bathroom.

On my nights here, that was the side I tended to sleep on. His remembering that and considering me brought warmth.

Namjoon went back to his carry-on and tried closing it. Unfortunately, he was having a similar difficulty with it as he had with his other suitcase. He pushed down hard on it, making a sound.

I got a little worried, thinking he might have broken something. I looked over at it but didn’t see anything damaged. Still, I stayed where I was, ready to help if Namjoon asked me to.

“Namjoon, hands nice and steady,” he muttered to himself.

As brilliant as he was and as wonderful it was to witness his moments of intelligence on the topics of art and philosophy and music, I found it equally as beautiful watching the man struggle with trivial things such as packing. And hearing him talk to himself was the icing on the cupcake.

After a couple of minutes, he turned to me and stopped what he was doing. “What? What are you smiling at?”

Damn, I got caught. “Nothing.” I looked away and tried to busy myself using my phone.

“What?” he pushed, making his way to me, determined to know what I found amusing.

“Nothing,” I repeated, feeling a smile on my face. I looked away.

He knew I was lying. He took my phone and placed it n my nightstand, next to the shirt. Then, he poked my side gently. “Tell me. What was I doing? I know you’re making fun of me.”

He knew me too well, but I wasn’t going to admit it. “No.” I squirmed away from him.

“Liar. Why don’t you tell me?” He poked me again.

“Because if I say what you were doing, you’ll stop doing it.” I backed away from him as he reached for me again. “And you look so fucking cute doing it.”

He sent me a teasing glare and looked ready to pounce.

I climbed up the bed, keeping distance between us. “Don’t.” I could read his next move.

His Cheshire smile and dragon eyes looked almost predatory. He climbed onto the bed, slowly crawling towards me.

There was a thrilling feeling that shot through me. “Don’t!”

Suddenly, I was captured. Fiery lips were on me, soft hands touching me, strong arms pinning me down. And my pussy was fully wet.

It didn’t take him long to undress us both. Then, somehow—I don’t know how—he managed to put on some loud music and take us both over to the balcony door.

Memories of the time with the butt plug flooded back, making my pussy quiver in anticipation.

He turned me around roughly, making me face the city lights like he had that one night.

His hand moved across my stomach and moved down between my legs. His fingers slipped in between until he reached my bottom lips, rubbing my clit with his talented thumb.

I mewled under his touch. One of my hands clutched his arm while the other pressed against the glass in front of me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled into my ear, pressing his body against mine. His cock against my lower back.

I pressed my ass to his balls. “Make me wetter,” I challenged.

I could feel his dark chuckle all the way to my dripping pussy. “How would you like me to get you wetter? Finger-fucking your pussy, or…” His fingers drifted lower, moving away from my cunt and to my asshole.

We had discussed having anal sex and I had told him I was ready whenever he was. He said he wanted to wait for a special night. Tonight was our last one for a while. It seemed a better night than any. Thinking of his long cock inside me there sent shivers everywhere.

“…finger-fucking your tight, little asshole?” he finished asking as he pressed the tip of his finger into my back ring.

A sound came out of me that sounded primal. “Put it in!” I bucked my hips against his hand, my body needing him.

His finger came back to my front juices and went back to my tight little hole. “I need to lubricate it first, girl. Can’t rush this. We have all night.”

He reached down the stand next to us and took the lube I had left there. He applied some onto his fingers. Then slowly, he pushed one finger in, making circles as he went in and out in slow motion. I heard his dark, unmerciful chuckle every time I let out my primal sound.

“Please!” I begged, minutes after his slow but beautiful work. I thrust my ass against his finger, needing more friction. Unfortunately, his other hand was firmly around my waist. It was keeping me from pushing him further in.

His other hand went back to my pussy, rubbing and driving me insane. Once he had more juice coated on his hand, he moved three of his fingers to the ring of my asshole. But stayed there and didn’t move.

“Please!” I was ready to move his hand away and do it myself.

“So impatient,” he said in a mocking tone. And then he finally pushed in, his middle finger was more than halfway sucked inside me.

“My god!” I pounded the door, feeling a combination of discomfort and pleasure.

His finger slowly moved out then moved back in.

My ass shook from the indulgence.

“Shit,” he let out as my walls tightened, his teeth grazing my neck as he picked up speed.

It was perfect friction. “Yes!” I let out, rocking into his hand, and feeling grateful that he wasn’t stopping me. He was now knuckle-deep; I could I his entire middle finger sucked in.

His lips came to my ear. “Ready for another one?” I felt the tip of his forefinger tease my back entrance.

I took a deep breath and nodded frantically. “Fuck, put three in me already.”

He made me feel wild and hungry. Like I could take anything he gave me. I backed roughly into the digit inside me to prove I could handle more of him.

Another dark chuckle filled the room and I heard him spit behind me. Some of the spit landed on my round ass. He took away his finger from inside me—I whined at him—and he coated his fingers with spit. His magical digits traveled back to my hole and went in.

I bit my lip as I tried to ignore the ache I felt, doing my best to focus on the desire it would be bringing me. His fingers moved in and out at a patient pace, allowing my body to get used to the intrusion. It didn’t take too long, my body eventually loved anything Namjoon did to it. Eventually, I was bucking into his hand and letting out grunts of pleasure. My walls squeezed all his fingers, welcoming them.

His lips left pecks and small bites along my back as he brought me pleasure. His other hand took hold of one of my heavy breasts and he played with my nipple.

My back arched into his body. I was on the edge of something fucking beautiful and I wanted him to fully engulf me.

However, he didn’t let me reach my orgasm. He pulled his fingers out and I let out a whine.

My pout was short-lived when I felt his thick and massive head at my back entrance.

“Still want to do this, baby?” he asked sweetly into my ear. His lips pecked and chin.

I nodded urgently. “Please.”

He got closer to me and took hold of my lips, giving me a soft kiss. “Stop me anytime, ok?”

Another nod.

Then, softly, I felt the head of his cock push through my back entrance.

Thank god Namjoon had the music on blast. Hopefully, it was drowning out my sounds.

I felt so fucking stretched. It stung a little. Biting my lip, I allowed my body to get used to the intruder. Thankfully, the displeasure was short-lived. Namjoon’s fingers hand made their way to my clit. He did his best to bring me full pleasure as he worked my ass.

My fingers went around his arm and my nails dug into his skin. He first moved at a snail’s pace. Once he felt my body loosen, he built some momentum.

After some time, his massive cock was finally halfway in, pumping in and out of me like a jackhammer. One hand came to my curly hair, wrapping his fingers around it and pulling my neck to the side so he could nip at my neck. His other hand was pressing onto my heat, stroking my clit to keep me in full ecstasy.

“You ready to cum soon?” His fingers sped up and his hips thrust hard into me.

I let out a loud wail, but his mouth swallowed me silently.

“We’re still in the hotel, baby,” he said once his lips pulled away from mine. “Can’t have anyone start knocking on that door.”

He was right. So many people were on this goddamn floor. And I would personally murder whoever would dare interrupt us.

His cock went further in. “You’re beautiful, baby,” he says almost in a prayer-like voice.

My body was shaking and close to nirvana. My heart swelled three times its size and words lingered behind my lips again. I felt something threatening to come out.

The two of us worked in unison, bringing each other to the cliff. I was working him just as much as he was working me. I enjoyed how we moved together. We went back and forth between gentle and rough and sometimes fell in between. Usually, towards the end, our primal instincts took over and gentleness almost flew out the window. Right now, we were nearing the edge.

“Come on, baby. Come on,” he growled into my ear. The sound of flesh against flesh is loud in the room. The liquids coming out of us added an exotic sound. He pumped his thickness into me with such power, such desire, and an unidentified emotion that almost felt foreign to me.

“Namjoon,” I sob out. My feelings were flying in every direction. I was about to lose it. I clutched onto his arm, needing him to ground me. But at the same time, I knew he was the reason I was close to shattering—close to losing all control.

“I’m here, baby,” he promised. “Cum for me.”

His body moved over mine, molding me. He fused both our bodies into one.

And it was at the realization that we were merging in more ways than one when he hit a special spot inside me. His fingers stroked my clit just right. And then I became untethered. Euphoria.

My walls squeezed him tight, never wanting him to leave. I came calling out his name.

And he was right at my heels, spilling inside me and breathing out my name.

It took moments for us to come down from our high. I was so exhausted.

He left me briefly, but only to collect a cloth so he could clean me.

We fell into a sleep, wrapped around each other.

That feeling in my chest was still there.

The words stayed behind my teeth, edging to escape.

Not now, I told them. It wasn’t time….

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I heard my phone ring. Stupid me forgot to put it on silent mode. I hurried to turn it off before it could wake up Namjoon.

I intended to reject the call—no one sane would be calling me at this hour. However, at seeing the name on my screen, I jumped out of bed, grabbed Namjoon’s shirt on the nightstand, and locked myself in the restroom.

My mother never called at this time. She was always in bed early.

“Mamá?” I asked into the phone, worried and panicked.

“Did he rape you?” her voice sounded angry and irritated.

The question threw me off. It was not what I was expecting. Plus, I had woken up from two hours of sleep. “What?” I asked.

“Did he rape you?” she asked, her voice louder as she enunciated her words.

“What are you talking about?”

“I finally got to what happened two years ago with you. It took a lot of digging and threatening a lot of past interns and secretaries if they didn’t spill, but I got to the bottom of it." She was out of breath and angry. It was tough following her. "I know you met with Chad alone around the time your contract was getting close to expiring. I know he was supposed to be there with another executive but that other executive never made it to the meeting. You were supposed to be there with Ky but Yori went into early labor and he missed the meeting.” My mother was talking so fast, I could barely make out her words. However, I understood what she was saying; what she had discovered.

My mother didn’t think highly of herself academically speaking. She thought I didn’t think highly of her intelligence, but that was far from the truth. I had always been aware of my mother’s intelligence. She was clever and resourceful. She didn’t get to where she was now without having a brain like hers. I knew it was only a matter of time before she figured out who had been the executive who had assaulted me.

“Apparently, the female assistants in the company have stories of Chad being handsy with some of them. There have been some accusations that he has even raped a couple of them. The higher-ups, of course, have managed to cover it up, but that hasn’t stopped the women from sharing suspicion. Chad’s secretary at the time says you went into the meeting alone. She didn’t know about the rumors circulating Chad at the time since she was fairly new. She said you were fine when you went into the room, but less than an hour later, you came out looking disheveled. She thought you guys had finished having sex and coughed it up to you just being an easy lay. Your makeup was a mess. Your top was open. Your hair—”

****The top button popped off. His hand reached down. Took a grab. As if it was nothing. As if he had done this multiple times. As if it belonged to him.

He squeezed and I felt my skin crawl.

I wanted to reach over and push him off.

I wanted to get up. Run. Yell. Scream. Punch him.

I tried to remember the boxing moves my brothers and cousins and uncle had taught me.

But everything was blank.

I was glued onto the chair. I was frozen into place.

One of his hands was inside my bra and the other was on my hair.

Slobber stuck onto my cheeks and lips. It was like a frog was on me.

MOVE! I yelled internally at myself, but I didn’t listen. Why the fuck wasn’t I listening?!****

“Stop!” I screamed at my mother. I had already gone over these details in therapy. I had learned how to move past it. Or so I thought. Since coming back to LA, I was starting to question whether or not I had fully healed. The last session I had with Dr. Rob was over a year ago and I had thought I was better.

Maybe I had been wrong?

“What?” My mother’s voice pulled me back to the present.

“I don’t want to relive that,” I tell her, determined.

“I knew there was no way you would ever be caught in that kind of situation. But I had to make sure, so I called Chad. I painted out the same details to him and his reaction was all I needed to know what he did to you was not consensual.”

His words sent chills down my skin. “You talked to Chad?” The name came out of my lips and it tasted like vaseline.

“Well, what was I supposed to do?”

I felt an anger boil at my core. “Madre, I didn’t tell you so you could stick your nose where it didn’t belong. This is my issue. I’m the victim here, not you.”

“You’re my daughter—”

“Yes, I’m your daughter. So instead of thinking and acting on your emotions, think of fucking mine for a change.”

“Something has to be done about this. That asshole can’t get away with this. You have to report him.”

The thought of going to the police made me feel more uneasy. “Listen, this isn’t up for discussion. I’m hanging up.”

“We’re going to talk about it, Maya. I’ll come over to your house right now.” I was certain she meant it.

“I’m not at home, Madre. I’m over at a friend’s house.”

“I’ll be over next week, then,” she promised.

I let out a sigh and hung up on her before I fully came apart.

My hands were shaking and I was taking deep breaths to settle myself down.

How had I allowed my mother to bring me to this stage? It felt like it had just happened. Like I had just lived it. Shit, I should have never answered the phone. I should just block her from now on. Talking to her for too long makes me feel like a broken child. A weak, fragile, lost child.

I did my best to calm myself. It took a long time, but I refused to leave the bathroom until I was fully ok. I didn’t want this to ruin my last day with Namjoon. If he saw how upset I was, he would focus fully on me and wouldn’t get any sleep. And it was going to be a long trip for him. He needed to save his energy.

Finally, I came out of the restroom, feeling settled.

I found Namjoon sitting on the bed, fully awake, and his eyes on me. A look of concern was written on his face.

“Is everything ok?” he asked.

I nodded, climbing onto the bed and giving him a small smile. “Everything is ok. Just some small family drama. Nothing to worry about. Everyone’s healthy.”

His brows knitted together as he continued to look at me. “Are you sure? You don’t want to talk about it?”

“No, I just want to go to sleep,” I said, genuinely. I got under the covers.

“Do you want to talk about it in the morning, then?” he pressed.

“We have breakfast with the others in the morning. And then you have your flight pretty early,” I answered.

“So?” he sounded a little annoyed.

I tried to rationalize with him. “You need rest, Namjoon.”

He took a breath. “Ok. Will we discuss it tomorrow night then?”

“After a long day of travel and activities?” I asked, hinting I didn’t think it was a good idea.

“So, when do you think we’ll talk about it?” I quickly noted he was keeping his voice tightly controlled.

My heart quickened a bit, nerves kicking in. I strongly disliked thinking of the future. “I don’t know,” I said, my voice sounding low.

“Next month? Two months from now?” He was pushing, his eyes now digging into mine.

A feeling of intimidation came over me and made me look away. I didn’t know how to answer him. The thought of sharing with him the memory of when I never felt weaker and more worthless was unimaginable. I never wanted him to know that story.

He looked more than annoyed. “When are we going to get past this? Things with us are not new,” he said with finality. His jaw jutted forward, his chest back. He’d never been this angry with me before. “We’ve been together for 100 days. And every time I want to go further, this is what I’m met with: a wall. Also, when I bring up our progress and what our next step should be, you say the same thing: ‘It’s new. Let’s take it slow.’ How much slower are we going to take it?”

I sat there, not sure what to say that wouldn’t get him angrier at me.

“I mean, you can’t even tell the truth to your family about me,” he said.

This threw me off. Weren’t we passed the Thanksgiving incident? “I genuinely meant to tell my brothers, Namjoon,” I said as calmly as I could. “I didn’t keep you a secret from them on purpose.”

“It’s not just your brothers. What about your parents?” he challenged. “Seems like you have no interest in telling them. I heard you talking to your mom.”

Blood drained from me. Fuck. What had he heard?

“You told her you were at a friend’s house. Not boyfriend, but a friend’s.”

I was slightly relieved by this. It meant the worse he heard had been my mislabeling of him to my mother rather than discussing my sexual assault. I tried to keep my voice calm as I tried to explain myself to him. “Not everyone has an amazing relationship with their parents like you do, Namjoon. Some parents are fucked up.”

“I know you don’t have a great relationship with her, but why lie to me about it? You’re still holding back in telling me the whole truth about your relationship with your mom,” he rambled.

“What?” I asked, caught off guard. “I’ve told you everything there is to say about her. About both my parents. Do you want explicit details of the fights I heard? Of the violence I witnessed?”

He shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. There’s something else—something more when it comes to your mother. You left Los Angeles for a reason—it wasn’t just because of your ex. Something happened and you don’t want to tell me. I heard you discussing Chad. You got upset at your mom for talking about him. Chad was one of the executives at your label, I remember. What’s going on with him?” he asked in a demanding tone.

He had said his name. And he was upset with me. My anxiety was not faring well as I felt my palms start getting clammy. My heart rate accelerated.

I decided to go with some honesty. “You’re my best friend, Namjoon. I tell you almost everything. I’ve told you about my issues with my mother.”

The melty, cocoa eyes that made me feel alive so many times were now digging into me and making me feel pathetically small. “You haven’t told me everything. You’re keeping things from me. Including the real reason why you left. I thought eventually you would open up to me. As a friend, I accepted you keeping that secret. But we’re not just friends anymore. I want more. I need more.”

I didn’t know how to respond.

Almost like a sudden switch flipped, his eyes lost all the hardness in them. “Why are you keeping it from me? Do you not trust me?” he asked with a voice of genuine hurt.

Guilt began to make its way through me. “Of course I do!”

“Then what is it? Why can’t you take that step with me—open up?” his voice was edging towards desperation. “Our feelings are past taking things slow. I know you know it. This is when things have to leap forward. There is no backward; there is no freezing time.”

I tried to control my breathing and shaking. After a moment, I said, “I feel if we don’t take it slow, then we’re bound to make a mistake.”

His eyes lost their softness. Their sharpness came back. His chest huffed forward as if my pulled by my words. “Boundto?”

I was puzzled at his reaction and didn’t quickly respond.

“As in, you know it’s not going to work out? You don’t have hope for us?” There was a mixture of hurt and anger in his voice.

I regretted my use of words. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then, what did you mean?” he demanded.

I took a breath, trying to think quickly of what I could say to make this better. “Every other relationship I’ve been on has ended badly. And I think it’s because I rush things. I can’t do that with you. I feel if we take things slow—if we take our time in getting completely serious, then we have a higher likelihood of being successful.”

His jaw clenched. He let out an exasperated breath as his dark eyes looked down at me with puzzlement and frustration. “You let me—” he stopped himself, looking as if he was inwardly reasoning with himself. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and turned away from me.

Something clawed at my heart seeing him like this. My words were driving him to such anger and I don’t know what it was that I had just said that made him look like he wanted to punch a wall.

“What?” I asked, my voice small but determined. As much as I feared to know the answer, I still wanted to know. When it came to Namjoon, I always wanted to know.

He didn’t speak, just kept his eyes away from me.

It felt like a knife was now pushing its way into the organ that kept the blood flowing through my veins. “What?” What had I done to cause him such disturbance?

He shook his head, taking some steps away from me. He walked towards the door. To get away from me.

My body jerked forward, acting on its own. “Don’t.”

I didn’t scream it out, but my voice wasn’t small either. It was said in a tone I had never made before. And it was enough to make him stop. His body instinctively turned back to mine, his eyes looking concerned at my tone.

“Don’t,” I repeated with the same voice.

He didn’t leave, but he didn’t walk back to me either. He was thinking—debating with himself. He was trying to figure out how to work through this. I did my best to wait patiently, despite how desperately I wanted to start groveling.

Please. Please. Please. Seeing his back towards me cracked something in me. If he left…I don't know what would become of me.

Finally, he took in a breath and looked straight at me. “Why are you with me, Maya?”

What kind of question was that? “What?”

“Why are you with me? Why do you want to be with me?”

Was he serious? “Because I like you.”

“But what is it about me that makes you want me as a boyfriend?” he challenged.

Did this have to do with his self-loathing? Is that what this was stemming from? Was Namjoon having an episode again—how had I missed it? “You’re kind and funny and smart,” I said in a rush, needing him to know that he was completely valuable. If he needed reassurance to crush his self-hatred, I would give it to him.

But Namjoon didn’t look moved. “Seokjin is all those things. Why not be with him?”

Honestly, it felt like I was experiencing whiplash. “What?”

“What makes me boyfriend material for you?”

“Namjoon, I don’t know where this is coming from—”

“Is it my friendship?”

“Yes.”

“You can have that with Hoseok. Do you like how you can relate to me musically?”

“Yes.”

“You can have that with Yoongi.”

“Namjoon, will you—”

“Are you with me only for sex?" His voice was full of hurt and pain. His eyes were wet and red with agony. "Because I’m a good lay?”

This left me at a loss for words.

It took a moment for him to speak again, still keeping full control of his tone. “What we just did is not something I’ve done many times. Certainly not with someone I’m just casually seeing. It’s a carnal act that I treasure. An act I don’t take lightly. I’ve had a couple of one-night stands, and they weren’t for me. I told you this. I’m no prude, but I don’t do certain things in the bedroom that are that intimate with just anyone. You’ve told me how open you are with past guys—whether it be one-night stands or serious relationships. You’ve given it up easily before, whatever. But I’m not that way. I can’t detach emotions from sex. And the fact that you don’t feel strongly for me and you did that with me…. I just don’t know how to feel about that.”

It felt like a knife was being injected into me. In so many words, he was telling me what he thought of me: I gave it up easily. I had let him take me up the ass without the emotion of love attached. I could think of the perfect word of what he thought I was….

“We started this wrong,” he said, further pushing the knife into me. “Sex should have come much later and I knew that. But like a fucking horndog, I gave in.”

I could throw up right now.

Tears began to make their way out of his eyes. “I can’t do this, Maya. I can’t be in a relationship where it’s just about sex. I want more. And I can’t even say we can go back to being friends because I can’t. I can’t and won’t go back to that. I respect myself too much.” He sniffed, his head low.

And he walked out.

The door closed with a soft click.

I was left alone with his words floating in the air.

He respected himself….

Himself.

He didn’t say he respected me.

A slut.

I could feel my anxiety tipping over the edge. I needed to get out of here quickly.

Stumbling out of the bed, I took off his shirt, putting on my spaghetti strap and bottoms. I had no idea where my second top had landed. I hurried to find my keys and got the hell out of there. I couldn’t find my shoes fast enough for my liking, so I left barefoot.

I looked like a whore who had just been fucked and used, walking down the halls barefoot and with only my skirt and spaghetti strap on. Tears had smeared all of my makeup. I looked like a goddamn wreck. My shoes and undergarments had been left behind. Security both gawked at me and looked away in shame.

The scene I was in was similar to two and a half years ago….

I felt nothing but humiliation. The sobs came fully down the moment the elevator doors closed.

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Last note: Sorry that weekly posting is ending on this scene. I wish it had been a much happier one. 😖

Also, Happy Holidays, everyone. Be sure to look after your health during this time; be happy and merry. And if you have a mother like Maya or your family has similar toxic traits, do yourself a favor and cut them off. You deserve better. 🥰

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Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

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#rm x maya #rm fanfic #bts rm #namjoon fanfic #kim namjoon x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut #fluff and smut #secret relationship #inthemiddleofthenight #kim namjoon #mother daughter relationship #trauma #Spotify

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borathae · 2 years

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Hey my love 💜

How is my fave doing? 💗 I miss you! I have been gone for so long, but omg, the Hobi story last night killed my heart heart 💔 (in a beautiful way of course)

And your other one shots 😩😩😩 They have been so warm and comforting — it’s winter where I live at the moment and so I am really feeling the love 💕

Tonight’s list is different — it’s about smells!! So I am going to list a number of common smells and you can choose who most likely smells like this/ who you most associate with this smell! I hope this makes some sense lol:

1. Fresh linen

2. Grass straight after it has rained

3. Vanilla and baked goods

4. Citrus, like a freshly squeezed OJ

5. Coffee

6. Sweat, the nice, familiar kind

7. Spice, like when you sniff chai

8. Wood and bark

9. Ink and the inside of a book

10. Lavender or eucalyptus

11. Peppermint

12. Bonus Q 🧡 Describe a character who you think smells phenomenal— what do they smell like on a day to day basis ? If you were to turn their smell into a perfume, what would it be called? ✨

Sorry if some of this makes no sense, please feel free to skip if no human (or vampire 😏) could smell like that LOL 😂 Lots of love Sibi 💜

Okay okay okay yes. Now we are talking. YES! Smells! omfg istg I could describe smells for paragraphs ahahhah I'm such a smell person fajdsfj

I'll warn you already, this is such a long list and took me days to make ahahahh 🥴

ogc!couple, roommate!JK, soi!JK, oy, laundry fairy!JK, SA!Yoongi, ihyily, basically all of my koos ahahha

somehow this gives me oy!Yoongi vibes? or Only Yesterday in general?

SA!Yoongi, oy!OC & Jihope, roommate!Yoongi, husband!Yoongi

SA!Yoongi?, the ogc couple's house in the morning, SA!Jimin 100%

cbt!Yoongi, sc!Yoongi

is there ever nice smelling sweat? gjsjs

oy!OC, SA!OC, also SA!Yoongi because chai = comfort for me and he is comfort

oy!Yoongi, tct!Kook? idk why I love the smell of wood btw

SA!OC, SA!Tae

SA!Tae, ihyily!Tae, Tae always make me think of lavender idk why

tct!JK, SA!YG, aaol!JK

Now for twelve I wanna go with SA!Yoongi & ogc!JK because I love them both so much & I think about how they smell on a day to day basis

SA!Yoongi

washes his hair religiously & uses so much good smelling products; loves apple or mint shampoo; uses hair oils to moisturise; herbal bodywash; musky deodorant; woody yet faint cologne that fits him so well; you only really smell it if you are close to him; which drives oc wild cause she just wants to be stuck to his neck 24/7 because he smells so nice; also washes his sheets/dirty laundry once a week so his place always smells nice; somehow his breath is always minty idk how he does it; but you don't catch this man having bad breath; or chipped lips for that matter; speaking of lips; uses honey lip balm which always leave his kiss tasting sweet; i have to confess he does smell like blood after a hunt but he instantly washes himself & brushes his teeth thouroughly so it's never a lingering smell with him

ogc!JK

another candiate for frequent hair washes; loves moisturising shampoos & conditioners; argan oil, coconut oil, macademia oil you choose it he loves all of them; also uses those type of hairmasks where have to use a showercap to let them set; they smell exactly like the stuff they use at hairdressers; very faint smelling body wash because he doesn't like strong smells; almond oil moisturiser; his perfume & deodorant is very subtle too because once again strong smells are a big no-no for him; maybe he doesn't even use cologne?; he just showers a lot so that he already naturally smells good; they wash their laundry weekly but their sheets biweekly; the house however always smells nice & fresh; he hates having morning breath but oc tells him that she doesn't care; brushes his teeth twice in the morning; once to smell good during breakfast making & after to get rid of the dirt; his breath is not 24/7 minty as SA!Yoongi but still never bad; lips smell of his cherry chapstick

Can you tell that I am holding back in my stories? hahha your bitch could talk about smells for literal paragraphs I'm not even joking hahahah 😔✊🏻💜

#asks #anon #couples list

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punkgrogg · 4 years

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Doorway Duo pt.2

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader, Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid!BTS, Non idol AU, fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy

Summary: Y/n was abandoned by her long time boyfriend and moves back home to help prepare for the baby. She’s surprised to find two unfamiliar hybrids at her house.

Length: 2,456 words

Notes: Sorry for the long wait, this summer has been one disaster and tragedy (my grandpa, great grandma, and college friend have all passed) after another but I’m almost finished with part 3 so I’ll be posting that in the next couple of days.

Date posted: 7/26/2020

Pregnancy sucks. My back hurts and my feet are sore after just a few hours walking. Not to mention the overall discomfort of my body swelling up to accommodate the new human developing inside of it. Luckily I only have about three more months of this left and I could finally hold my baby boy. Yeah, Hobi was right. He claimed that it was his hybrid genes that made him privy to this information but Kook calls bullshit- he and Tae had been hoping it was a girl.

In the past two months of staying back home, I’ve seemed to bond super well with the two new hybrids. At first, it was easy to become friends with Tae, he was overly friendly and followed me around after our first-day meeting. Once my baby bump became prominent I could keep him away; he spent most of his waking hours cooing at my stomach. I had to work a bit harder to get Jungkook to open up to me and all it took was a few weeks of calling Taehyung his nickname. Apparently, he was just shy and wanted to be my friend also but he was jealous that Tae got to be called Tae. I called him Kook since then and all shyness flew out the door. He and Tae were both so energized all the time and both so caring. Today they insisted on accompanying me to the store because they didn’t want me to accidentally overwork myself. Hobi tagged along too, not wanting to be left behind at the house alone.

I was flanked by both Jungkook and Taehyung the moment we entered the store but this is something I've had to get used to. Another thing I’ve had to get used to is that Taehyung was very touchy. His hands are always in contact with some part of my body and today he had wrapped his arm around my waist and his fingers traced small circles into my side as we strolled down the aisles. Usually, I wasn’t someone who liked to be held all the time but with Tae, it never bothered me, it was actually comforting most of the time. Hobi strolled a few feet ahead of us while he was bickering with Taehyung over the chips that were tossed into the cart. The great chip debate happened every time we went to the store, Hoseok had a weird taste when it came to snacks and my other brothers and I had long gotten over it.

Jungkook was hovering on my right- so close that our knuckles brushed as we walked- his presence a constant that I’ve become accustomed to these last few weeks. He was back to his quiet guy persona, it probably would stay this way until we got home. Hobi thought it was funny when we went out in public together- said that Jungkook changes gear into high alert one I became a variable. It was hard for me to imagine him outside of the two versions of him that I knew, the quiet and shy versus the playful and relaxed. At home, Jungkook was the one to cajole me into chasing him throughout the house but whenever I turn a corner too fast he’s there with arms outstretched to catch me.

Taehyung too acted a bit differently when we went out, usually he was a bundle of energy and excitement that couldn’t be contained but in public, he seemed to change into a startling somber man who would then meld himself to my side once out the door. I guess this fed into his protective instincts as well. Tae was the one who was most concerned with my well being in the house. He responded to every grunt and whimper I’ve made since I’ve moved in. He forced me into weekly self-care nights and rushed to prevent me from overworking myself no matter the task. I would think that it was charming normally but because of him, I’ve been banned from dish duty after accidentally cutting my finger after moving in.

My parents had warned me that the three hybrids in the house might change a bit while the pregnancy developed but if I were uncomfortable then I should let them know right away. Hoseok was the same Hoseok as ever- a beam of sunshine in my monotonous life. He has spent increasingly more time outside of our house - going on dates with some mysterious guy. He has stopped teasing me a much this past week or two and instead teases Jungkook and Taehyung twice as much. Jungkook and Tae have obviously turned into my pseudo bodyguards and that can probably be chalked up to their hybrid instincts.

Why else would these two hang onto me so closely? I thought to myself as I focused on a sign for a buy one get one half off deal for oatmeal. Dad liked oats in the morning but there didn’t seem to be any of his favored cinnamon flavors. Taehyung suddenly ripped me out of my peaceful bubble by tugging me into his side abruptly. Jungkook stood in front of me while I could hear Hoseok apologize profusely. Both Taehyung and Jungkook had their faces twisted into scowls as they peered down at the man huddled on the floor. He looked familiar.

His curly blonde hair seemed to be what struck me with a name on the tip of my tongue. I couldn’t quite place him, how many blonde men did I know? Not many other than that Jimin guy Hobi brought around since high school. I couldn’t place him until he glanced over where I was peeking out over Jungkook’s shoulder. His eyes were blue, an icy pale blue that was the same color as his. This was Henry’s little brother. Was it Darren? Or maybe David? It was hard to recall as Henry was coles with his family. Especially after their parents divorced and He had been the only child to go live with his dad. I had only met David a few times over the almost six years we had been together.

“Y/n?” He asked, his eyes lighting up in recognition. Hobi- who was interrupted mid apology for ramming into him with the cart- looked back at me with inquisitive eyes. Taehyung tried to pull me closer to his side but this once I resisted and stepped from the overwhelming protection of the Duo.

“David? Last I saw you, you were a scrawny little beanpole.” I teased light-heartedly as I stood next to Hobi. David’s cheeks flushed as he stood up and straightened out his clothes.

“Uh, well, I grew up. It’s been three years so how’s it been going? Henry said you guys split up.” His eyes seemed to be glued to my stomach. My stomach was big, especially for how far along I was at only six months of my pregnancy but I was already passing the size of a watermelon. My hands came up to cradle my stomach.

I forced a smile, “Yeah, we did. It’s been about six months, I think? I’ve been doing good though.”

It was then that my blood ran cold. Rounding the corner behind David was the man I never wanted to see again. Henry. These last few months haven’t fully rid me of the sting of abandonment and no matter how much I’ve been coddled - it could never erase the pain and loneliness that I’ve had to overcome. I could feel my brother tense up beside and his threats to ‘rip out his throat’ came ringing in the back of my head. I calmly reached out and held onto his forearm gently.

Henry’s attention was fully focused on the bakery box in his hands and he only glanced up at his brother. He quickly did a double-take when he noticed that there were five looming figures instead of just the one. He skimmed over the group of strangers until he locked eyes with me. His feet took root and held him back a few feet away as he gawked.

“Baby? That's my baby?” he managed to choke out while his eyes bugged out of his head. David’s jaw dropped and suddenly, with both their gazes trained on me, I felt so much smaller than just a few moments ago. I could feel panic clawing at my throat as it rattled its way out of my chest at the sudden turn of events. That’s until a warm firm hand grasped onto my elbow as the familiar towering presence materialized behind me. Jungkook. His hold quelled my panic almost instantly. I fixed a terse smile at Henry, my face changing a calm disposition.

“No. You were right: there was no way it could be your baby.” I could feel the acid dripping from my lips as I forced a saccharine sweet smile at the asshole.

Henry’s face quickly snapped out of the shocked expression, almost as quickly as his face took on a reddened hue. “So you were a fucking whore and got knocked up by some hybrid? Should have known, your family is way too close to those fucking freaks.” He kept his eyes trained on Jungkook’s hand holding onto me.

“Oh, I knew you were a piece of shit the first time she brought you home.” Hoseok laughed unamused. He abandoned the cart only to stalk towards Henry, stopping with barely six inches left between the two. “The only thing keeping me from tearing you limb from limb right now is the fact that she begged me to, One more comment from your limp-dicked self will be more than enough to break my self-control. This is the last time you’ll ever speak to her or her children. Understood?” Henry nodded quickly with a face painted in fear.

Taehyung stepped forward and turned the cart around. Jungkook tugged me along and rubbed his hand on my arm in comfort. Tae swiped a few boxes of snack cake of the shelf as we hurried away and a sudden ringing sound of a slap rang out through the aisle. No-one turned around. As we approached the lines for check out I could hear the squeaking of Hobi’s sneakers as he ran to catch up with us. His hands replaced Jungkook’s as he tugged me into his chest.

He tucked my head under his chin and held me tightly, so tight that he managed to squeeze out the few tears I was managing to fight back. He only tightened his grasp as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. He let go momentarily to wrench his wallet out of his back pocket so he could exchange it for keys from Jungkook. He pulled me out from under the judging stares of the cashiers and led me to the parking lot. As we neared the car he hugged me closer to his side so he could press his cheek against the top of my head.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“No. I’m sorry I let you be with that asshole. I failed as a big brother.” he sighed despondently and I could feel the guilt twisting my stomach into knots.

“No, you’re the best one I got. I’m sorry he said that about you, I’ve never heard him say anything like that before. I love you Hobi, you’re my sunshine.” I cried as I held onto his shirt.

“I know you don’t think of me that way or the guys. I can remember you fighting punks like that at the park growing up. His dumbass will never affect how much I love my snot-nosed baby sister.” he pulled away and leveled me with a soft smile, forcing me to return one.

“Did you hit him? You could get in a lot of trouble.” I bit onto my lip as I imagined the terrible consequences. He could lose his job at the shelter. He could be marked aggressively by the government and taken away. He could be arrested.

His warm soft hands squished my cheeks as he made me face him. “Aw, is our little Y/n worried about her big brother? Don’t worry my princess, bubby didn’t hurt him. His brother slapped the socks off him. I was shocked.” His blinding smile finally returned and could hear a cart being pushed behind us. I turned to see Taehyung standing on the front of the cart with a big smile as he waved to us; Jungkook was running full speed at the handle of the cart.

I laughed at the two idiots as they barely managed to stop before crashing into my car. Taehyung’s hands flew forward to brace himself against the trunk. Jungkook laughed heartily as Taehyung started to yell at him for almost squishing him.

“Kook, are you driving us back?” I asked to save him from the snow leopard. He nodded as Hobi tossed him the keys. Kook popped the trunk while Hobi and Tae tossed in the few bags of groceries. Jungkook steered away from the cart and we all filed into the car wordlessly. I was in the passenger seat with Hobi behind me. There seemed to be a heavy curtain of silence surrounding us all.

“Taehyung, Jungkook, I’m sorry for what Henry said.” I pointedly kept my attention at the fast-changing scenery. They were both silent until I could feel hot breath against my neck. A chin rested on my shoulder while a nose pressed itself between my ear and jawline.

“Why are you sorry? Did you teach him to hate hybrids?” Tae’s deep voice was just barely louder than a whisper but it echoed in my heart. I whipped my head towards him, my eyebrows pinched together harshly, only to see the grin plastered on his face.

“You know I don’t think like that. Don’t tease me like that, I was apologizing because you guys don’t deserve to be spoken to like that. You’re people; kind, caring people.” I glared at him with no heat while his smile only widened.

“We do know, that’s why we weren’t mad. It's something that happens and we can’t help that we’re used to it. We were actually pissed at that asshat.” Jungkook harrumphed in agreement and I could feel the knot loosen in my stomach.

“I’ve been trying to join Team Hate Henry since we moved in and Hoseok hasn’t allowed it. I bet Namjoon will let us in now.” Jungkook smirked back at Hobi who squeaked in protest.

“Namjoon cannot know that we met with him. He would actually kill him.” I interjected, my fear helping me envision Joonie in an orange jumpsuit.

Jungkook side-eyed me before smirking at me, “ Would that be so bad?”

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crimsonfic · 2 years

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Kim Seokjin Fanfiction (Part 4)

"Honey. The boys will be here soon." Jin called from the kitchen.

Currently I was setting the table in anticipation of our guests.

Though at this point I should really stop calling them guests. They're family and they come over all the time.

Just because Jin moves out doesn't mean he stops cooking for them. One day out of the week we make dinner for them. It's always entertaining for me. I usually just sit back and watch as they get drunk or overeat and start yelling. I don't think it will ever get old.

Jin brought dishes out to the table just as I finished my task.

"Need any help?" I asked.

"No jagiya, thank you." He replied.

I nodded my head just as there was a knock on the door.

I walked over to it, opening to see a smiling Jungkook.

"Hi noona (y/n)." He bowed to me.

I returned the gesture and then put my arms out for a hug.

He stepped into them quickly with a chuckle. Sometimes he's such a baby because of his nerves.

"Hey eomma number 2." Tae said as he walked in.

"Hey Tae Tae." I smiled.

Through association, I've been like an additional mom to the boys. A more fitting mom according to Jimin.

Sometimes the guys come to me for advice too.

Me and Jin have become a dynamic duo for advice.

I've always wanted siblings and now I have them. It wasn't ideal for them to be all little brothers but I'll take it. They've helped me adjust to living in Korea and I am grateful for that.

After everyone got inside and washed up for dinner we sat down.

For a while we ate in silence as the guys were focused on their meals. The closer everyone got to being finished and started drinking the conversation picked up. Finally.

Sometimes they would be so engrossed that they speak in only Korean but usually Jin or Namjoon translate to bring me in to the conversation too.

I don't mind though, I'm still entertained even though I don't know everything that they are saying.

"Yah! It really pisses me off." My ears perked up at hearing J-hopes words. Now we're getting to the good stuff. This is my weekly fill of gossip.

I took a sip of my wine and leaned forward to catch the conversation.

Apparently he was talking about something related to his girlfriend. Well fiancé. Jin told me he proposed to a woman to help her out but that he also has strong feelings for her. He told me he thinks she's had a troubled upbringing but he wouldn't tell me anymore because it wasn't his business or place to share. I've been waiting for J-hope to talk about her but he doesn't usually say much about his own life so I don't pry.

"Yeah, What's it gonna be like when we go there? Have you talked about it?" Namjoon asked.

Dammit, I missed more of the conversation. I've gotta stop thinking on my own.

"No, we haven't. I don't really know what to say." Hoseok replies.

"Aww Hobi." Jimin said.

"You've got to talk though, we'll be busy and I'm sure she's going to want to be with her mom, you've got to figure out arrangements. It's gonna be more new for her than it is for us." Yoongi interjected.

"Yeah you're right. Idk though. Jin, what do you think?" Hoseok replied.

Jin drunk a bit of his soju before responding. He spoke in Korean though. I kept my ears open for anything I might understand.

I watched his lips as he talked.

They were so plump. He hates when I say that but there's no other way to describe it. He said it makes him feel objectified but I keep telling him plump is plump. There is no way around it.

"Jagiya."

His lips are always so soft too, I can't get enough of them.

"Jagi....."

"Huh?" I replied snapping out of my thoughts and realizing that Jin was now talking to me.

When I met his eyes I saw a knowing look before he shook his head in amusement. He must know I was admiring his lips.

"I said do you think you could help?"

"Help with what?"

"Making sure Hoseok's fiancé makes it to her destination, maybe be available for her to talk to if need be when we’re too busy and she’s alone?"

"Oh, sure. Of course."

"Really? (Y/n) that means so much. Thank you so much." Hobi replied.

"Yeah no problem. Anything you need."

When I looked back at Jin he was smiling at me.

I winked at him, to which he busted out laughing.

He was gonna be blushing soon.

Now I was distracted.

There's no way I'd be able to gossip with and listen to them tonight.

I took care of all our dishes quietly while they got more comfortable for their get together at the table.

Once I finished I walked back out to the table and leaned over Jin's shoulder.

"I'm gonna go up to our room, or either the studio. Okay?" I told him before kissing him on the cheek.

"Okay jagiya. See you later. You don't have to stay up for me either okay."

I kissed his cheek again. "But you know I will. See you later boo." I flirted with him unabashedly knowing it would make him blush with me doing it in front of the guys. They're used to it though. I don't even care.

I kissed his cheek and forehead alternately before kissing him on his lips once, then walked away.

Laughing to myself, I could hear the guys making fun of him as I walked away.

I decided I'd go in our studio and write. Since my thoughts are filled with nothing but Jin maybe I could get a love song out. I sat at the couch with my journal and began writing whatever came to mind.

—————

"Hey."

"Hey." I looked up to see Jin in the doorway. He looked sloshed, but I'm sure I looked no better.

My eyelids felt heavy from the sleep I was now fighting.

"Told you you didn't have to stay up." Jin said.

"I know."

He shook his head before stepping to me and holding his hand out.

I took it as he helped me up off the couch.

"Were you able to produce anything?"

"Quite a lot actually, yeah"

"Oh yeah? About what?"

"You....love...sex." I replied as innocently as I could.

He snickered before I had a chance to defend myself.

"It's not exactly what you're thinking, I'm fine and I'll leave you alone tonight I'm just letting you know that you fueled my creative box."

"Sure thing Jagiya." He smiled and rubbed his eyes.

As we made our way to our bedroom I noticed Hobi laid out on the floor.

I shook my head in amusement as we passed him.

Once in our bedroom we both took turns undressing each other as we do every night.

When finished he got into bed and laid down waiting for me to scoot into him.

I turned off our light and did just that.

Once he wrapped his arm around me he pulled me tightly into him.

"You gonna share any of your works with me tonight?

"No, I don't remember good enough. But you can share your voice with me." I replied with a small smile.

The room was silent before Jin's soft voice filled the room.

I love when he sings to me with no protest. Him singing until he falls asleep is the cutest thing.

—————

When I woke up Jin's arm was still wrapped around me.

I smiled and snuggled into him more.

They get a break today so I'm glad Jin is gonna take advantage of that. Normally when I wake up he's already gone.

"Good morning Sweet Pea." Jin mumbled. His morning voice making me shiver.

"Morning baby."

"What would you like to do today?"

"Well if you keep talking to me sounding like that......." I trailed off, letting him use his imagination.

He chuckled. A low deep chuckle, adding to my inner fight.

"You're so bad Jagiya."

"Your fault."

"You always say that."

"Because it's truuuue." I sang playfully.

"Whateveeeer" he sang back.

I laughed.

"Do you have plans today though?" He asked.

"Yep, you." I joked.

"Okay. So no. Which is good, there's something I've been wanting to do for a while now with you, and we finally have the time."

"Oh really?"

"Yep, lets get dressed."

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"Ummm.....can we have a minute? I’m too comfortable.” I smiled.

He laughed again. "Sure Jagi." He said pulling himself closer to me.

—————

"So, What's all of this?" I asked as I stepped into the kitchen to see tons of ingredients and utensils scattered amongst the counters and island.

"This is everything we need to make...."

I gestured with my hands for him to continue.

"Yakgwa."

"Yakgwa?"

"Yes. Yakgwa."

"What's that?"

"It's like a cookie thing. I don't know how to describe it to you." He laughed.

"Very helpful." I laughed as well.

"Any how just come here so I can show how to make it."

"Yes sir." I said playfully.

He began going over all the ingredients one by one with me, and then he told me what I would do step by step. He would stand beside me or across from me and watch me work, giving me directions or take what I used away to wash or throw away.

I was cutting the dough into squares when Jin walked up behind me to check my work up close.

"Good job." He said enthusiastically.

"Thanks." I replied with a smile.

"Keep it up." He kissed the top of my head before stepping away to clean up more stuff.

Once I finished the squares I brought them to Jin.

"Okay now we fry them?" I asked him.

"Yes. Come on."

He put the first square into the oil and started screaming.

"What? Did it burn you!" I panicked.

"No, that's just the sound the dough makes when it gets in the sizzling oil." He stated.

In all seriousness. Not even a smile on his face.

I stared at him. Is he for real?

He screamed every time he put a piece of dough in the fryer.

I just watched as he stuck to his weird antics.

Once we finished the Yakgwa Jin set them up neatly on a dish in the middle of the table and then took out his phone.

I watched silently as he took photos of the finished product.

"What now?" I asked.

"Now? Now we eat."

"Cool."

I reached for one of the treats and he swatted my hand away.

"Aht ah."

"What!" I asked, confused.

"Me first." He said quickly as he snatched one off the plate with a smile.

"Grow up." I replied sitting down at the table.

"Slow down honey." Jin laughed as he watched me eat the Yakgwa. they were just so good I couldn't stop eating them.

"They're gonna go straight to your tummy." He added.

"Well, oh well." I said with a smile. "They're so good. Why haven't you made these before? Oh my goooosh!" My voice practically a moan. I really couldn't get over how tasty these were.

"Oh, um. I don't know." Jin said watching me closely.

"Mm."

"You have honey....on your lip." Jin said pointing to my mouth.

"I don't even care." I said taking another bite. This time honey dropped off and down my chin.

"Wow. You pig." Jin chuckled.

I shrugged my shoulders. Honestly couldn't care less.

"Can we make some more tomorrow?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah!"

"Sure Jagi. My pig." He laughed.

"I'm a pig today but I'm not a pig when your whole d-"

"Oh my god! Don't you finish that sentence!"

"Mhm. That's what I thought."

"You're so bad." Jin laughed.

I didn't say anything, just continued eating my delicious yakgwa.

"Jagi."

"Yes?"

"What's the most slippery country?"

"Idk Jin. Which one?"

"Greece."

Cue his obnoxious stutter laugh.

I just shook my head.

"Good one babe." I lied.

"Thank you, thank you."

I smiled at my cheesy boyfriend. Even though he's a dweeb he's actually quite funny. Mostly when he's not trying.

I love him.

“What?” He asked me. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

I just smiled more, and shrugged my shoulders.

“You know what makes me smile?”

“What?”

“My face muscles.”

This one really wasn’t funny. I couldn’t even pretend to like it for him. I just nodded my head.

“That’s true.”

“Aish.” Jin said in playful irritation.

I shrugged my shoulders at him and reached for another yakgwa.

He sat down across from me.

“I have something to ask you.”

“Mhm?” I replied.

“Do you want to make more yakgwa and take it to my parents tomorrow?”

My eyes widened on their own, surprise and anxiety filling up inside of me. I nodded my head.

“Yeah?” Jin asked

I nodded again.

“Don’t worry babe, you won’t be alone, you don’t have to be nervous.”

I nodded again.

“Come on, let’s go relax.” Jin said standing up and holding his hand out to me.

—————

“You look great jagi.” Jin said to me.

I was checking my appearance in the mirror the whole car ride. I know he was trying his best to help me relax but I just couldn’t.

“I’ve never been this nervous before in my life.” I said finally pushing the mirror back up.

“I bet! I’ve never seen you this way before. What can I do to help you?”

“Nothing I think.” I replied.

Jin reached over and grabbed my hand. Rubbing circles into the back. “Aww my sweet jagi.”

I held his hand tightly. Willing my nerves to go away.

We held hands the rest of the drive, he kept trying to silently comfort me. He was comforting me. But it did nothing to make me less worried. It was weird. Feeling safe, loved, cared for but panicked all at once.

Once we pulled up to the house my jaw hit the floor.

This was a huge modern home. I watched in awe as Jin pressed a code into the system to open the gate. When we parked the car in the driveway I think I finally closed my mouth.

“Why are you so shocked?” Jin laughed.

“You didn’t tell me your family was rich.”

“Why do you think they’re rich?”

I sent him a look.

“Please.” I said. Causing him to laugh.

“You are rich, and grew up in a wealthy family!” Jin laughed harder.

“So?” I said back, a smile on my face.

“So what’s the difference? Why is this surprising you?”

“Don’t worry about it, just know there’s a difference.” I replied.

“Yeah yeah yeah, come on.” Jin said getting out the car.

I grabbed the yakgwa and joined him at the front of the car.

“Ready?” He asked me taking my hand.

“No.”

“Let’s go!” He laughed as he started walking forward. When we reached the door he took out his key and unlocked the door. We took our shoes off and stepped inside.

“Eomma, appa !” Jin shouted.

I looked at him horrified.

Immediately a woman’s voice started shouting back at him in Korean. The voice got closer and closer until a woman appeared in the large expansive hallway.

She made a sound of surprise.

“Oh hi!” She said. A smile appearing on her face. She started gesturing for us to come here. “Come, come.”

Jin pulled me forward, he started talking to her in Korean. I couldn’t make any of it out, as I was fighting to push my nerves back down.

Once we reached her I was about to bow and introduce myself, but she started reaching for me. We both realized we were about to greet each other differently and paused. There was slight awkwardness as we both kind of waited to see what the other was going to do.

She gave a little laugh and then reached back out towards me. “Hello, I’m Jin’s mom” I stepped into her embrace hugging her back in greeting.

“I’m (y/n) it’s nice to meet you.”

“You too. Wow, so pretty.” She said smiling at me as she stepped back and then reached for Jin.

“Thank you. You are too!” I laughed.

“Ah, Aw…thank you.” She laughed.

Once her and Jin separated from their hug she patted his arm. “Good job.” She laughed.

“Yes yes, thank you. I have good taste.” Jin said playfully.

“I can take that from you.” She said holding her hands out for the plate of yakgwa we had wrapped.

“Oh thank you.” I replied and handed it to her.

“Yes, come into the kitchen with me.” She said before turning to walk into the room.

The kitchen was incredible. It was massive and modern yet still having a homey feel.

She sat the yakgwa on the island.

“I was just about to start cooking dinner, your father might be in his office.” She spoke to both of us. “Your brother and his girlfriend are on their way.”

Jin shouted out for his dad. Telling him to come to the kitchen.

I couldn’t believe he was just shouting that way, it’s no surprise when he does it at home, but I’ve been expecting him to be scolded for it since we got here.

His mother shook her head. An endearing smile on her face. “So loud.” She said.

“Always” I added with a smile.

“You can just….when he does it at home, I won’t tell anyone.” She made pinching motions with her hands.

I laughed out loud.

“I heard that.” Jin said once he stopped shouting.

I shrugged one shoulder up and his mother replied “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” with a smile.

“So y/n…how are you adjusting to Korea?” She asked me a few seconds later.

“Alright I guess. I’m a little slow with the language but I’m getting use to everything else pretty well.”

“That’s good. I’m glad to hear that. Let me know if you ever need anything, any help, anyone to talk to or anything really.” She smiled.

“Aw thanks so much. I will.” I smiled back.

“Aww. So cute.” Jin said gesturing between us.

I just smiled more, cause he’s right. His mom is so sweet everything she says is probably gonna be cute.

His mom made hearts with her fingers while laughing.

“Aww.” Jin and I said in unison, laughing at her cute antics.

Just then Jin’s dad walked into the kitchen.

“Hello everyone.” He said meeting us at the island.

“Hello.” I replied while Jin said “Dad, it’s great to see you!” In a small shout, while clapping his hands.

His dad laughed.

Once he made eye contact with me, he introduced himself to me. I introduced myself back.

Jin’s mom put a glass of water in front of both Jin and I.

“She’s so pretty isn’t she?” She said, turning to her husband with a smile.

“Mmhm.” He nodded his head and smiled too.

“Our grandchildren will be so beautiful.” She said in Korean.

Jin choked on his water, and made a huge scene of his choking, while I silently sipped mine.

Her husband nodded his head and started speaking back to her in Korean.

I couldn’t make out everything they were saying but I knew it was still on the subject of children.

Jin interjected. “Y/n made the yakgwa.”

His mom gasped. “You did?” She looked at me, then down to the yakgwa.

“Yes, it’s only my second time, I hope they’ll be to your liking.”

“Oh I’m sure they will. They look great.”

“Thank you.”

————

Jin and I helped his mother make dinner, much to her protest. She wanted us to just be guest and relax but we really didn’t mind. I could tell Jin really wanted to help her too. She was so sweet and funny, we had a great time.

When Jin’s brother and his girlfriend arrived, I got to see just how funny his family is. Dinner was a good time. They all loved the yakgwa and I promised I’ll make more for the next time we have dinner together.

We were back home now, cuddling on the couch watching tv absently. We had already had the what do you think about my family? talk on the way home, so we were sitting in silence.

“Jagi?” Jin asked

“Yes?” I replied. My eyes still on the tv show we were watching.

“How do you feel about kids?”

“Um…honestly….I don’t know. I haven’t been around them much really….so…I don’t know. Why?”

He scratched the side of his eyebrow nervously, and smiled a bit. “Just…you know..wondering.”

“About my feelings for kids….” I said finally turning to look at him.

“Yes.” He laughed.

“You want to have kids someday?”

It looked like he was thinking about his answer before he replied. He was staring directly into my eyes while in thought.

“Yes.”

“Oh. Okay.” I answered.

I felt my heart drop. This is something we never discussed and I have no idea why we didn’t. He wants kids and I don’t even know anything about kids and never pictured myself with kids. Are we gonna last?

“Yeah.” He said…an awkward laugh following.

“How many kids do you want?”

“3”

I simply nodded.

“Or 1” he added after we sat in that silence for a while.

My eyes widened before I smiled at him.

“I love you.” I told him.

He looked surprised at my sudden declaration but smiled nevertheless.

“I love you too Jagiya.” He leaned forward and kissed me.

Of course it got heated and then I found myself on his lap, while we were making out.

He stood from the couch, holding me tightly to him.

“Let’s go not make babies.” He said, immediately causing me to laugh.

“You’re a big dork.” I told him.

He smiled and just continued walking our bedroom. “I know.”

*****

#ambw #bts #fanfiction #ambw imagines #bts army #ambwfanfiction #btsfanfiction #btsjin #kimseokjin #seokjinkim

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deepseavibez · 2 years

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So I'm sending an ask because I don't want to annoy anyone with another long reblog.. 🤭

But it makes sense, if they've been private about their relationship and the only exposed thing was Namjoon and the other woman entering a bar, it's not *proof*. Now, the party... 👀 Is it bad that I want Namjoon to hurt a little more? 😬 I can absolutely see some pap releasing a picture of him with one of the women he mingled with, or when he was giving his card away, and a headline like "Get in line, people, it looks like RM is back in the market and already hunting" or something along the line, and him being super mad about it because he'd think it will jeopardize his progress with yn.. Do I like drama? Yes. Why deny it?

And yes, I'm a 2seok stan. At first, I thought it'd be Jin and Joon, but a certain Cypher pt4 performance made me lose mi wig over Hoseok (he's not Hobi on stage, he's Hoseok) and I've never come back from that. I genuinely stopped my car and did a double take on who was singing. I've been trying to turn friends into Hoseokism ever since. On the occasional day, Nambull gets me. I've always considered him attractive, but he's been looking specially fine with his new found confidence. It looks good on him.

And, I'm sorry, friends? Why are you even asking? I've been spamming you WEEKLY, and you are still kind enough to answer every single one of my ramblings. You're on my favs list, I don't have a physical one but I'd put you in it. Feel free to talk to me, I promise I'm not that intense 🤭

Btw, I locked the office door and said "emergencies only". Safe to say, no emergencies yet. Let's hope I can keep that up for 2 more days 🙏🏻 Adulting sucks, but at least I have money to spoil myself 🥲

Have a nice day bb!

Okay SO, 👀 you're out here putting ideas in my head and my outlines literally lookin at me like

Also please that gif gives me such Snow White nostalgia 😂

I may already be a part of this Hoseokism but mush for context I'm willing to raise my hand and volunteer, because that man is something else.

He's doing this fboy thing these days and it's like SIR, PLEASE PAUSE AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE DOING but no, it's like having joon as an ult it's just

FAVES list HUH? YOU CANT TAKE IT BACK NOW. also its not kindness, its genuine enjoyment. The time you put into your reblogs? Please, that's kindness and investment. And I THRIVE IN IT.

I do hope the rest of your week went well love 😚

#I am so sorry I got to this late #I live in a part of the world where the sweltering heat negates my ability to function #And being human is already an effort #Nerve asks #One of my faves #🖤🖤🖤

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sugar-petals · 4 years

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How often would they have sex with their partner?/ Who out of the members will have the highest drive?

juicy 🙌 i determined the weekly frequency with a separate card draw.

high drive

joon (NINE OF COINS) — down for anything [ 7 times a week ]

jungkook (THE FOOL reverse ) — spunky [ 6 times a week ]

jin (THE MAGICIAN) — new, freaky ideas [ 4 times a week ]

moderate drive

yoongi (TWO OF COINS) — staying balanced [ 2 times a week ]

subtle drive

hobi (ACE OF CUPS reverse) — subdued [ 5 times a week ]

jimin (FOUR OF SWORDS reverse) — calm [ 4 times a week ]

tae (THREE OF CUPS reverse) — serious [ 3 times a week ]

interesting how yoongi has a higher drive then hobi, jimin, and tae but prefers sex only bi-weekly. perhaps, in his usual manner, that’s a fixed date that stays consistent over lord knows how much time, and he’s busy busy. meanwhile, hobi’s drive is reserved but he still has plenty of sexy time preference.

#bts #bts tarot #bts tarot reading #bts smut #anon #cub mail 🐅

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clarz-cc-archive · 3 years

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answered September 6, 2019

Q (Anonymous): hi!!! i just finished engulfing myself in your body swap au and i love the way you characterize the boys, particularly emotionally? like you characterize how the boys are/how they’re feeling really well through your description of body language if that makes sense. i was wondering if there was any particular footage/moments you feel inspired how you wrote jk and hobi? like bangtan bombs, run eps, etc

thanks for giving us such a good fic!

A: dude, thank you SO much! that fic is really important to me, so it means so much when people like it or think i got stuff right!! so i wrote the vast majority of that fic in my first 2 or 3 months of being into bts (i’ve been here ALMOST a year now, my bangtanniversary is sept 28!), which means i’d watched a lot of stuff but not like the hugest amount, and there are definitely some character decisions i might make a little differently if i were writing it now. but i DO remember some of the stuff that influenced me, so i’m gonna list it here:

🐿 old bangtan bombs for jk’s baby crush on hobi, esp this one where they practice their autographs and this one where jk’s embarrassed about petting hobi’s hair to help him sleep

🐰 the episode behind the scenes of the daydream mv was also big! jk is so quiet in it but he sticks around for so long and he’s clearly so interested and invested and supportive, and hobi appreciates it SO much, it’s incredibly sweet

🐿 bon voyage season 1! i don’t remember which episodes are which, but hobi and jk are paired together for a lot of this (they go to ikea together just to eat meatballs they’re BABIES 😭) and it’s old but i think it’s a good study of the way hobi very much babies and protects jk but also treats him like he’s worth listening to and accepts his help. miintae has all the eps linked on their tumblr here [EDIT from 2020 clarz: miintae’s tumblr got copyright claimed and deleted but eps can be found here now (the site is sometimes password-protected, but the password is always easy to figure out based on the hint with a little sleuthing)]

🐰 this run bts episode where hobi talks about jk checking him out while he’s showering and jk says hobi is too angelic to complain about, great stuff

🐿 stuff with them dancing in general, they connect so much over this, like the two of them are always the most committed to the girl group dances and they clearly have so much fun messing around with each other 🥺 for that, there’s this weekly idol episode and the home party dance practice and this hope on the street vlive

🐰 HONESTLY, dude, this compilation vid too 😂 i went back through my early bts youtube viewing history recently and i watched this one a couple weeks in, apparently it was formative

there’s DEFINITELY a ton of other stuff i could link you to that influenced how i feel about their relationship now and how i see them! if you want more just let me know, i love spamming ppl with links and there are so many great junghope moments, but these are ones that i specifically remember having watched before i was writing emotional transparency and during the early writing process! thank you so much for this question, it’s really cool that you would want to know this!

#fic asks #emotional transparency #compliments tag #links and lists #bangtan #hopekook #rambles

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thirstybtsthoughts · 4 years

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I've come up for my weekly air (thirst) break and oh my am I ever getting wrecked. I think I made the right choice leaving all the BTS content to Tumblr and off other social media websites since I have to use those for work, I'd never get any work done! That Yoongi fan cam, all those gifs of Hobi dancing and even JK being an equally adorable bean / sexy beast! What's a girl gotta do to get sandwiched between 2 or more of them?! But think of the pairs!! Rap line or vocal, kim line or daegu. - 🎮

Hi! Oh yes that is a good idea 😂. The thirst has been insanely strong these past few weeks, I’ve been going wild over it 🥴😩. Not complaining though, so much to see and thirst over, may as well enjoy my time while I’m free 😂😂. If I ever get a job or a life again I will have to majorly reduce my time on here 😩🥺.

That Yoongi fancam is so damn good, I wonder how much unearthed old content there must be on people’s cameras 😩. Or hidden content that only Korean/Japanese fans have seen and can’t share 🥺 omg. Ughhhh to be sandwiched between literally any two of them would be one hell of a ride, 😩. It’s so great being an OT7 thirster 😂😂

#asks #anon #gamer anon #bts #🎮 anon #Anonymous

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crazy4myself · 4 years

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OKAY OKAY OKAY!! I saw the ff ask game and I had a little time so here WE GO!!

Jimin (NHL): What’s one conspiracy theory they believe in?

Yoongi (NHL): What’s their most treasured item?

Hobi (NHL): Deepest wish?

Kris (author): are you vegan?

Okay lovely let’s go!!!

Jimin: is very suspicious of the fluoride in water.. why is it there? Why is it in our toothpaste? Why does the government poison us??

Yoongi: ooh for some reason this is such a hard question for me, bc I think We’re still getting to know Yoongi’s character some. It would be something simple but sentimental like a watch RM steals when they’re younger like back in the Dime Lions younger. RM finds it in some college kids car he’s cleaning out and instead of going to pawn hit he gives it to Yoongi because it seemed like his style. It’s a fake Rolex, but to this day Yoongi still wears it nearly every day.

Hobi: Sorry but it’s sad hours. Hobi’s deepest wish is to bring his sister back of course. He will carry that guilt and pain for the rest of his life.

Kris: I am not (yet). I incorporate vegan meals in my weekly meal planning and I try to reduce my impact. There are some animal products I cut out my diet like milk, but I still do eat cheese. I don’t even eat a vegetarian diet at the moment although I eat vegitarian probably 4 out of 7 days of the week. The reason why though is bc I attend an agriculture school at Uni I know where my meat is sourced and that it’s grass fed. Both beef and poultry. I’m also anemic and my body doesn’t always absorbe iron supplements super well so while I’m in college and living such a fast paced life it’s easier to just incorporate meat into my diet to prioritize my health. As long as I purchase locally. When I’m home I live on the coast my house is literally 2 miles from the beach so I eat a pescatarian diet which is vegitarian + fish. But again I know where the fish is sourced my family more often than not catches the fish we cook so I’m not contributing to fish farms. I know not everyone has this luxury but it is my personal life style. :) I’m not the best environmentalist in the world. If I ever cut meat out of my diet pernmantly it will be because of the meat industry. The hormones in the meat. The environmental impact of the farms, ect. Not because of moral. I think that eating animals is a natural part of the human diet. However, I know there is nothing natural about modern day meat production.

#sweet sweet reader 💕#ask #nhl ask #nhl Jimin #nhl Hobi #nhl Yoongi #get to know me #vegan #vegitarian #environmentalist diet #bts mafia au #crazy4myreaders 🤪🥰

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clarz · 3 years

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[disclaimer: this is an archive of an old question i answered on curiouscat, copied and pasted so i can take advantage of tumblr's tagging system for organization. i'm mostly doing this for my own record-keeping purposes, so feel free to ignore this post and blacklist "clarz cc" to avoid seeing them in the future.]

answered September 6, 2019

thanks for giving us such a good fic!

A: dude, thank you SO much! that fic is really important to me, so it means so much when people like it or think i got stuff right!! so i wrote the vast majority of that fic in my first 2 or 3 months of being into bts (i've been here ALMOST a year now, my bangtanniversary is sept 28!), which means i'd watched a lot of stuff but not like the hugest amount, and there are definitely some character decisions i might make a little differently if i were writing it now. but i DO remember some of the stuff that influenced me, so i'm gonna list it here:

🐿 old bangtan bombs for jk's baby crush on hobi, esp this one where they practice their autographs and this one where jk's embarrassed about petting hobi's hair to help him sleep

🐰 the episode behind the scenes of the daydream mv was also big! jk is so quiet in it but he sticks around for so long and he's clearly so interested and invested and supportive, and hobi appreciates it SO much, it's incredibly sweet

🐿 bon voyage season 1! i don't remember which episodes are which, but hobi and jk are paired together for a lot of this (they go to ikea together just to eat meatballs they're BABIES 😭) and it's old but i think it's a good study of the way hobi very much babies and protects jk but also treats him like he's worth listening to and accepts his help. miintae has all the eps linked on their tumblr here [EDIT from 2020 clarz: miintae’s tumblr got copyright claimed and deleted but eps can be found here now (the site is sometimes password-protected, but the password is always easy to figure out based on the hint with a little sleuthing)]

🐰 this run bts episode where hobi talks about jk checking him out while he's showering and jk says hobi is too angelic to complain about, great stuff

🐿 stuff with them dancing in general, they connect so much over this, like the two of them are always the most committed to the girl group dances and they clearly have so much fun messing around with each other 🥺 for that, there's this weekly idol episode and the home party dance practice and this hope on the street vlive

🐰 HONESTLY, dude, this compilation vid too 😂 i went back through my early bts youtube viewing history recently and i watched this one a couple weeks in, apparently it was formative

there's DEFINITELY a ton of other stuff i could link you to that influenced how i feel about their relationship now and how i see them! if you want more just let me know, i love spamming ppl with links and there are so many great junghope moments, but these are ones that i specifically remember having watched before i was writing emotional transparency and during the early writing process! thank you so much for this question, it's really cool that you would want to know this!

#clarz cc #anonymous #fic asks #emotional transparency #junghope #junghope primer #sorta #bangtan #link dump #compliments tag

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lotustories · 5 years

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Define: Love

Pairing: Jungkook x F. reader

Type: fluff, angst, possible smut

Warnings: rude behavior, vulgar language, mentions of alcohol use and sexual activity

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Chapter 3

“I want everybody to grab a syllabus and a partner and discuss it.” Your music professor shouted. The girl before you passed back a few papers. You grabbed them, passing one to the boy next to you who shyly grabbed them. Too nervous to find a partner you sat there quietly, reading it to yourself before a voice interrupted you. “Do you want to partner?” His voice soft, almost inaudible. You met his eyes, giving a small smile as you nodded. “I’m Yn.” You Introduced yourself, the kid smiling in return. “Yoongi.” He positioned his body toward you. “Sorry for asking, they’ll quiz us on each other to see if we spoke to our partners. I saw you didn’t find a partner and I really didn’t want to get up.” You shook your head. “No, It’s fine. Im just terrible at starting conversations.” You admitted and he smiled bigger. “I understand that. I probably wouldn’t have spoken to you if not for the quiz.” He admitted. “So what made you take this class?” You asked and he perked up. “I love music. I really want to be a producer.” You listened, he went on for a few minutes talking about how music is his real dream, but he was also taking architecture as a fall safe. “I’m more into writing, but music was a passion of mine since I was little. This is more for fun. I really want to learn how to expand my writing and learn backgrounds to music.” You paused. “Producing seems fun, but I’m not sure I’d be any good at it.” You finished and he smiled. “I mean, you won’t know if you don’t try. This class is mainly based around our interest. She usually sections class into three parts. Well learn about lyrical composure first, then we learn about beats or sampling and how to incorporate it into your work, and then producing which mashing it all together.” He beamed. “Well maybe one day we can write a song together. I write, but I also sing.” He bit down on his smile. “I produce, but I also rap.” The professor rang her bell, everyone’s attention turning back to her. The class ended quickly, you exchanged numbers with yoongi and went to your next class. Psychology. Most the seats were filled already, except one in the very back. You didn’t recognize the person next to it until you got closer, but it was too late. Class was starting so you sat down quietly. Trying your best to not bring attention to yourself. The entire class you tried your hardest to not look at him or meet his eyes. you had psychology clas with jungkook. He hated you already and you were seated next to him. All professors went by the You sit in it, it’s your seat until the end of the school year. “I want everyone here to prepare themselves for a partnered project in a few days. You will partner up with someone in here, pull from the hat on a topic. One of you has to agree and the other has to disagree. You’ll discuss why you agree with the topic, why you think that way, and you’ll understand why the other disagrees and why they think that way. I’ll go into more detail when I’ve prepared more topics for you, but just know it’s coming and it should run a month. Yes,” she fake gasped as she stopped explaining. “It’s a month long project.” She mocked. “So i suggest whoever you get partnered with, you take the time with each other to become friends.” You’re dismissed, jungkook rushes out from his seat to leave. Dropping a slip from his folder as he ran off. By the time you reached down to call for him, he was gone. The piece of paper in your hand, your peeked. Jeon Jungkook, please make your payment for camera repairs. Due date: 14 days from notice received. Failure to do so will result in pawn. Amount due: $605.98

The camera you broke. The notice was sent a couple days ago he only had a week or so to claim his camera or else it would be pawned. You looked for a number of any way you could contact jungkook, but it was useless. The slip only contained the information for the shop. Finally leaving the room and with your classes being over for the day. You headed back to your dorm, unfortunately you ran into Jada before you could reach it. “What’s this i hear about you going on dates, with Jimin nonetheless.” She stopped you, her eyes shooting daggers through you. “Uh, who said that.” You played stupid. She only rolled her eyes and swallowed her attitude. “Jimin is off limits. If you’re going to date, date your own grade.” She snarled before walking off. Bitch. When you entered your building Jimin was on his way out, stopping as he noticed you. The biggest smile plastered across his face. “Hey beautiful.” He hugged you. Pulling you into tightly as you squealed. “How were classes?” He sighed, his classes were barely starting. “They were good, are you barely going?” You motioned to his books and he nodded. “I don’t wake up as early as you.” He licked his lips, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “I have to go, but maybe we can hang out after?” He ran off before you could answer. Your classes ended so early, you had no extra club, so you decided to explore. So many shops were hiring, they seemed to be on every other door. A shop in particular caught your attention, you opened the door to a old school 50s themed restaurant. It was pretty much empty, but most kids were in class right now. “Good morning, Welcome to Vixens. Take a seat and I’ll be right with you.” Their voice chimed. “Uhm, hi. I was just wondering. Are you still hiring?” You questioned and they immediately looked up. “Oh god yes.” They laughed rushing over to you. “Hi, my name is V. I own the shop.” They clasped your hand in theirs, shaking it slightly aggressively. “We are desperately hiring, are you interested?” They started, speaking quickly not letting you answer. “It’s 14.50 an hour. It would be from noon to 8.” They paused, but before you could speak they continued. “Weekly Pay plus 100% of your tips.” You couldn’t help but smile. “Do I need an application or is it online?” They immediately pulled you into a hug. “Don’t need it, you’re hired.” V pulled you toward the back of the restaurant, sorting through paperwork for you to fill out, handing you a uniform and some name tags. “You can write your name on them, and I hope the uniform fits. If you need a different size, I can order them.” V slid a packet over to you. “Since were a restaurant on campus, I just needed your student ID. The forms auto fill after that. You can start Thursday.” You looked outside to the two customers entering. “Will you be okay today? You seemed kinda relieved when I said I was looking for a job.” You joked. V smiled and pushed you out the door. “The first week of classes we’re usually slow. Next week is when I’ll really really need the help.” Ushering you out the door, you laughed at their energy. 2:50pm. You had no clue what to do now, you finished class, applied and got a job, but now you had the rest of the day ahead of you with no clue as to what to you.

You: when are your classes over?

Jimin: not til 7 princess, what’s up?

You: nothing, just don’t know what to do lol

Jimin: find the courtyard. There is usually activities like dance and music until 9.

You: what would I do without you?

No reply.

You tried your best to find the courtyard with the terrible signs the school offered. The sound of music and cheering ringing in your ears as you edged closer. There was a group of kids surrounding one kid dancing. Popping his body to every beat, not missing one. You instantly became mesmerized by him. Watching him dance effortlessly to every song that came on. The variation of music and his ability to dance to whatever was admirable. The entire time he smiled, if you could tell anything from watching him. It was that dancing was his passion. “Hoseok,” a voice made you jump. “You scared me.” you relaxed when you noticed amber. “You’ve been staring at him non stop since you started standing here.” She laughed. “He noticed.” She whispered, just as she said that he looked over to you. His eyes meeting yours immediately making you shyly look away. “He’s cute, he goes to our parties every now and then. Not much of a hookup guy tho.” She wiggled her brows. The music changed and her eyes widened as she looked up to the figure standing near you now. “Hi, hobi.” She smiled. Your head snapping to the boy in front of you now. His heart shaped smile making your stomach drop. “Amber.” He nodded to her. “And you are?” He smiled down at you. For a moment you forgot how to speak, but amber covered. “Our newest addition. Yn, unfortunately you have to attend Saturday’s party to know more.” She dragged you away. Hoseok smirking at her tactic as he watched you be dragged away. “Party Saturday?” You asked and she nodded. Her arm around your shoulder as she walked you back toward the main campus. “Yes, don’t worry it starts later than our last one.” She stopped in front of a coffee shop. “I have work,” she sighed. “Oh! And try not to get into trouble with Jada. She has liked Jimin for the longest. He won’t give her the time of day, but he seems to really like you already.” She watched your carefully. “She is the petty type.” She waved you off before entering the shop and disappearing. You looked around. Unfamiliar with the area. Where the fuck am I. You spun around a few times, trying to find signs that led you back to your building but all you could see were more restaurants. “You look very much lost.” A voice called out from behind you. Turning your eyes met with the cute barista from your first day. “Joon, right?” He smiled, walking closer to you. “I never got your name.” He stopped in front of you. His work apron in his hand, dressed in his uniform. “Yn, hey.” You started looking at the signs again. “I’ve never been this way. How can I get back to the co-ed building.” You looked around and he snickered. “You can go this way.” He pointed behind you down the pathway. “Think of the school as a giant circle.” He smiled. “If you walk with me to work, it will be just a few more minutes down the way.” He started walking and you followed behind. “So, co-ed huh?” He threw the apron over his shoulder. You hadn’t realized how tall he was until he stood beside you. “Yeah, it was what they gave me.” He nodded. Looking down to you while you spoke to him. “Freshman or sophomore?” He paused. “Freshman, nevermind. You wouldn’t have been lost if a sophomore.” He teased. “I haven’t really had time to explore. I never went on a tour.” You groaned and he laughed. His laugh was somewhat horse yet soft. It was warming. The familiar cafe signs came into view and you knew your walk was coming to an end. “Just keep walking down this pathway and you’ll eventually come back into your building.” He pointed down the campus. “It was nice talking to you, hopefully you’ll visit me at work some day.” He gave a soft wink before leaving you to go to work. Watching him slid his apron on quickly and effortlessly over his head. You made your way down the path he pointed and like he said, you eventually ran into your building.

Your first day of classes has gone unexpectedly well. Aside from getting lost occasionally, school has become a fun place for you to be. You’ve met so many new people. You weren’t even sure you wanted to go to school in the first place. everything was going to well, But was college going to be like this throughout the rest of the year?

#bts au #jung hoseok #jung jungkook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #min yoongi #park jimin #bts #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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|CV SQUAD | Social media AU

MIAMI NEW YORK LONDON LA

CV SQUAD TAKE: MIAMI,NEW YORK, LONDON, LA

AU WARNING: SMUT WISE, THERE WILL BE A MIXTURE (F/M) (M/M) (M/F/M) SO IF THAT OFFENDS YOU DO NOT READ ONCE POSTED!

JIMIN/OC CENTERED AU (OT7 SUB FOCUS, THE OTHER MEMBERS ARE IN THIS A LOT)

SOCIAL MEDIA AU : SMUT/HUMOR/LIQUOR/LANGUAGE/RECREATIONAL DRUGS

POSSIBLE LIGHT ANGST IN THE FUTURE

BACKSTORY:

Jimin (23), Y/N (24), Namjoon (25),Yoongi (25), and Jungkok(21) all met in college, for Media Arts, and ended up coming together for the sole purpose of a group project. From that “Candid Vibes” was born a podcast hosted by Jimin, Y/N , and Namjoon that’s now streamed by millions 3 days of the week.

“Candid Vibes” is a space where you're free to talk about everything from politics to bullshit. Nothing's off limits and no opinions wrong, your free to think and feel how you want...the only requirement is that you leave filters and judgments at the front door. Fast forward 4 years, and a couple million followers later and you have the “CV Squad Tour” to celebrate their podcast turning 3 and there youtube channel which just hit two million subs turning 1 year old! A mixture of content dances through there Youtube channel streaming a live recording of the podcast once a week , as well as daily/weekly vlogs, behind the scenes footage ETC.

One of the many perks to their social media presence is of course the sponsorships, starting with the fact that JETTLY volunteered to sponsor the air transportation. Of course in exchange for “clout” ...pictures, hashtags, snaps, vlog footage..you name it, as well as AirBnb are handiling the living accommodations. In addition to numerous other brand deals which I’m sure you’ll see tagged in almost every tour related post this group uploads over the next 16 days. Especially because they've also created a separate IG account specifically for the tour appropriately titled CVSQUADTOUR.

OH, then there's that, their going to 4 different places over a 16 day span, each city having its own live podcast, filmed in front of an audience that holds between 3-5 thousand people. As well as a meet and greet the day before the show, and an afterparty at a club immediately after the podcast wraps. The show has always been known for being very interactive with it’s listeners, as well as having an alternating guest host at least once a month. One of their listeners favorite guests come from another popular Youtube Channel “TEAMJTH” or simply Jin (25) Hoseok (25) and Taehyung (23) (Try guys/ Buzzfeed unsolved vibes, they all have individual talents that gained them followers. But together they are known for their chemistry,personality and just randomly hilarious videos).

This threesome will also be joining them on tour, not making an appearance on every show..there tagging along more so just for shits and giggles. But they will make appearances at, at least 2 of the 4 live podcasts along with a couple of the after parties! This octet entered the game around the same time,and despite all the rumors and fake drama scandals trying to pin them against each other. As the years progress they’ve only managed to get even closer, in more ways than one.

*****Essentially, TEAMJTH, live almost an hour away, and also have there own thriving careers and YT channels, so they don’t hang out with the members of the CV SQUAD every day. Not to say they don’t talk on a regular basis but they probably only see each other like 3 times a month. So anything that has or hasn’t happened sexually in the past between the 8 of them(Even within the CV SQUAD who live together) it’s not a common occurrence, it’s also not something that’s “expected”.

But It’s been a while since they’ve all been together in this sort of setting, which makes things even more tempting ! I.E living and traveling together, going out to clubs, immense amounts of alcohol and jet lag....

****The plan is 4 parts...one per city..

I’m NOT promising smut/smutty moments with EVERY member but at least 4-5 of them!

-All of the ‘Characters” are BI including the OC, also Yoongi is the CV squads manager/creative director, while Kookie is there videographer and editor!

There all very tanned BTW since they live in CA

JIMIN-(SY TOUR Jimin, when his hair was dark and kinda long all over, parted down the middle! Jimin is tatted a pierced(s) though...you’ll just have to wait and see where!)

NAMJOON- (BWL ice blonde joonie, lightly tatted, and maybe an unexpected piercing or two...)

HOSEOK (5TH MUSTER Hobi style wise, long and parted down the middle, BUT color, it’s that deep burgundy-ish brown he had once the bright red started to fade. He also has a tiny hoop in his nose, and one tattoo but it’s a big one.

TAEHYUNG (5TH MUSTER Tae Tae, long ,wavy, fluffy, either messily falling in his face or parted down the middle when straight. Taehyung has his tongue pierced and that’s all I’ll give away

KOOKIE (5TH MUSTER/FLUFFY AIRPORT Kook, just long, dark,bouncy and typically parted down the middle. Kookie has a half sleeve

JIN (5TH MUSTER/ Jin with his fluffy lavender hair )

YOONGI- (Ice blue/blonde MIC DROP/DNA ERA YOONGI) Pierced Yoongi…….

Y/N( OBV I keep this vague but she’s tatted as well, and has her nipples, and nose are pierced.. Aesthetically she is an influencer though so, nails,hair,makeup...the common outline lol )

I have a OT7 series “Private sessions” and after part 1 I didint like the way that one panned out...so this will somewhat replace that one...BUT this has nothing to do with “LOFT 26″ part 2 is coming VERY soon!

PART 1

SOCIAL MEDIA EDITS

PART 1

PART 2

NO PREMIER DATE AS OF YET: BUT I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SECRETLY FOR A WHILEEEEEEEE! I JUST REFUSED TO POST ABOUT IT UNTIL I DID AN UPDATE ON MY MAFIA SERIES!

LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS,

ROCKI!

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boymeetsweevil · 6 years

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For science 1/7 - (NSFW)

Grouping: Reader x Nerd!Jungkook

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings/Themes: masturbation (vaginal) & voyeurism, unrequited feelings, eventual sex. is this crack yet? lol there’s a plot i swear.

Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

A/N: posting this now because I’ve been working on it on and off for like a month and im tired of looking at it and jk’s bday is coming up HAPPY BIRTHDAY JK and i’ll be too busy with school plus im almost 7k into the second chapter so..

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Your eyes burn in protest as you scroll to the top of your terminal window once more to search for the error that is fucking your code up. It’s been hours of work and you still haven’t managed to get your program to run even though the homework assignment is easy in theory. In fact it’s just like a problem that Jungkook said the professors would probably give you in your sophomore year, and here you are in your junior year seeing such an ‘easy’ question. With him, it had truly been easy, though. Jungkook was a better computer science teacher than any professor you’d ever encountered. Thinking back to early high school days has you smiling softly to yourself.

You miss sitting closely together, heads sometimes touching, as you both bent over a problem while he explained why it looked hard, but was actually something you could do in your sleep. The wide smile he would give you when you completed competition questions in minimal time would always set your heart fluttering.

Your phone vibrating brings you back to reality. The caller ID reads ~JK~ and you swoop in to answer the call. If the time in the corner of your computer is right (and it is) he should have already opened his decision letter from the PhD department.

“Hey, what’s the verdict,” you ask as soon as you accept the call. You know there’s no other reason why he’d call you when you were supposed to meet up in a few hours for weekly game night.

“I got in,” his voice is soft, but you know him well enough to be able to hear the joy mixed in.

“Congratulations, Kook! That’s amazing, I knew you would get in, they’d be crazy not to accept you. Oh my god, we should celebrate.”

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe we could go out for drinks before heading back to mine to play tonight. You in?” Now you can practically hear the smile in his voice.

“Of course I’m in. Let me just pack up and I can meet you. Where are you--the department lounge? I’ll come over.”

“Actually,” his shy tone has you sitting down slowly, returning your jacket to where you had it slung over the back of your chair. “You don’t have to leave right away. I was gonna try and call Yoori. You know, to tell her the news. And then tell Tae and Hobi, of course.”

“Oh. Yeah, no, that makes total sense. I should probably finish this code for Choi’s class anyway. It’s due on Sunday, but I’m almost done. Might as well turn it in early once I find this error.” Your hand scrapes at the sides of your jeans, looking for something to grab at.

“Well then I guess I have time,” he chuckles, “Your typos are always so tiny that they take hours to find. Let’s meet up at the bar in 2 hours then?”

You wince. Although it’s not at all a mean-spirited jab, you’re no longer in the mood for the friendly banter at the mention of Yoori, Jungkook’s long time unrequited love.

“Sure. See you then,” you hang up before he has the chance to say goodbye formally like he always insists on doing.

You put your phone down and berate yourself for getting distracted. If you were the brilliant Yoori, you wouldn’t have even made the typo in the first place. But you weren’t Yoori because you didn’t have the fortune of being born four years earlier and four times more beautiful, elegant, or intelligent. And you didn’t have the luck of being so much of a genius that you could skip years ahead of school like Jungkook either. So instead you would just have to chug along, always watching Jungkook chase Yoori.

You go back to scrolling through your code only to find the error a third of the way down. Jungkook was right, the typo was tiny--a misplaced equals sign. You sigh and run the code to make sure it’s perfect this time, and when it is you send it in to your professor to be graded. You consider heading home and using the extra time to make yourself look nice. Not that there was anything wrong with your oversized university t-shirt and jeans, but suddenly you think maybe things would be different for you with regards to your love life if you tried a little harder. You’re about to leave the library entrance that’s closest to your dorm, but you get a text from Jungkook.

6:41 - I called Yoori and she said she heard about my deal with RealiCorp and she wants to link up when she gets back on campus!

You narrow your eyes at the text. Jungkook had recently sold some software he developed to an up and coming gaming company that was supposed to make the imaging on immersion headsets better. He had made a pretty penny and was covertly offered a position at the company, but it was also a large victory for the computer science department at the university and his picture had been circulating around the department website for weeks. You suppose she finally saw it while she was taking a break from her research project off campus and decided to answer his calls for a change.

You text back what you hope sounds like a cheerful congratulation and decide to just go to the bar instead. What’s the harm in a few rounds before the rest of the crew arrives?

The harm would have been miniscule at most if you hadn’t been in your feelings, but when Jungkook, Tae, and Hobi arrive, you’re three rounds in and a little bit sloppy.

“Woah,” Hobi shouts, giving you a too strong pat on the back when he sits in the chair next to you. “Someone started a little early. What’s the occasion, are we celebrating something for you too?” Jungkook shakes his head with a sheepish smile and goes to sit beside you, away from Hoseok.

“Nope. Just getting ready for an evening with your loud ass.” He gives you a pretend pout and flags the bartender over. Tae sits next to him and gives you a little wave and smile.

“Two whiskeys, make mine a sour and make his straight. From the high shelf.”

“Hey now,” Taehyung’s eyes widen comically, “Are you forgetting that payday isn’t until next week? I’ll take the regular whiskey down there, please.”

“Don’t worry. Kookie said he was paying with his RealiCorp money,” Hoseok stage whispers into your ear, “He’ll probably cover your round too.” You swat him away and turn to Jungkook, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“You know I’ll cover yours. The rest of them, I don’t know.”

“What? Come on, you’re the youngest,” Tae whines, less than satisfied with his cheap whiskey shot.

“Shouldn’t that mean you guys pay for me?”

“N-no! Because you’re actually our senior now. You’re graduating this year, I’m the oldest technically but I’m not graduating until next year. We know these two aren’t graduating until the year after that,” he points to you and Tae, “Plus, you’re going to the PhD program next year. You should definitely be paying for us.” Hoseok has a point, you and Tae nod sagely to back him up.

“Fine,” Jungkook sighs, pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’m in a good mood, so why not.”

“I bet you are,” Tae’s grin is big and catlike in the low light of the bar. His gaze a little lewd. “I would be too if I was one step closer to finally bagging a girl like Yoori.”

You look down into your beer bottle, the green glass suddenly much more fascinating than the conversation at hand.

“Did you hear,”Hoseok turns toward you,”Yoori is gonna come back soon and when she does he’s gonna make her Mrs. Jeon.”

“I’ll be sure to throw rice during the wedding,” you snark. The bartender brings you a new beer without another word. Taehyung howls at your comment.

“I’d kill to have a wedding night with her.”

“Hell, I’d kill to have a bathroom stall night. With anyone,” Hoseok sighs, “It’s hard out here for a comp-sci major. Right, guys?”

You hum in agreement. It had been a while since you’d last gotten laid.

“You’re right. I can’t even remember that geology minor’s face. Do you remember her? What was her name? Mara? Kara?”

“Sara,” Hoseok provides with a grin, “I think she has a thing for comp-sci majors. Kook, you ever hook up with Sara?”

Jungkook shyly traces a finger around the rim of his empty vodka class. “I haven’t hooked up with anyone.”

“Ever?” You try to keep incredulity from bleeding into your question.

“Ever,” he nods. He hiccups a little and all of the sudden you totally believe that Jungkook is a virgin.

“Dude, wait, I thought you hooked up with that one chick at the music festival last spring. Am I the only one who saw her?”

Tae nods in agreement. “Yeah, she gave you her hotel room key and everything.”

“It wasn’t like that. She told me her brother was there for a robotics tournament and I asked her if I could see the bot.”

You smile despite your sour mood. If there was one thing you loved about Jungkook it was his blind enthusiasm for STEM. Even if it made him a little oblivious to other things at times.

“Well, you better fix that whole virgin thing fast, bro. Chicks like Yoori probably want someone with experience. In more ways than one, if you catch my drift.” Hoseok nudges Tae with a wry smile.

“That’s not just a Yoori thing, most people don’t want to have to coddle someone in bed unless that’s, like, their kink or something,” you take a large swallow of beer.

“Wait,” Tae says, eyeing you like he’s had an epiphany, “You’re a girl--”

“Didn’t we establish this 2 years ago? When we met?”

“No, no, I mean you can help Kookie so he doesn’t drop the ball with Yoori.”

“Yeah, right,” you snort, “Help him how? Give him a sex-ed lecture?” You turn to laugh with Jungkook, but he’s looking at you seriously. Or as seriously as he can when he’s tipsy with unfocused eyes and blushing cheeks.

“You…don’t want to help me?” His voice sounds pathetic and small, making you feel bad instantly.

“Oh, Kook, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. But think about what that implies.”

“Is it because I’m a virgin?”

“Oh my god, Kook, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin don’t listen to us. We’re idiots.”

“Then why don’t you want to help me?”

Because I like you. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. You obviously don’t say that, though. Instead you sit back in your bar stool.

“I-I would if I could, but I don’t know how to help you,” you finally say.

“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I guess the thought of being with Yoori makes me a little stupid.”

Desperately you search for a solution. Instead of finding one, you call the bartender back and order a round of tequila shots. Jungkook gives you a sad look but doesn’t ruin the mood by not taking a shot. You order two more rounds because somehow, even though he’s drunk, he still looks dejected. After your third shot you can’t stand the way his shoulder slump.

“You know what,” you slur loudly, drawing three pairs of eyes to your face lazily. “It’s getting late and we might not get to play Fortnite this weekend. Let’s all get to bed so we can be up early tomorrow to play.”

Tae points a wobbly finger in your direction, eyes suspicious. “When you say early, you mean after 2pm right?”

It takes twenty minutes for everyone to get their shit together enough to leave the bar. Tae and Hoseok keep losing each other in the bathroom. Jungkook keeps forgetting that he has to pay and tries to ask the bartender what he thinks about sub-atomic particle physics. Even though you’re drunk off your ass, you somehow manage to keep yourself responsible enough to wrangle Tae and Hobi out of the bathroom and guide Jungkook through the motions of swiping his card and signing the bill. The four of you then squeeze into the back of an uber. Hoseok whines about being lonely while sitting in the passenger’s seat. Jungkook’s bumps his hand against yours until he can firmly grasp it and get your attention before you pass out.

“Hey, can I sleep on the couch,” he whispers in your ear. His breath smells like alcohol and limes. You turn your head to chase the scent away and rest your head on his shoulder. You yawn.

“Sure. No problem, buddy.”

Your apartment is the first stop on the route and you launch yourself out the car and run up through your lobby and to the elevator to escape the cold of the air conditioner and the fluorescent lights. Jungkook lingers in the car until Tae pushes him out to make room for Hoseok.

“Kook,” Tae calls out as he helps Hoseok pour himself into the back seat.

“Wassap?”

“The only way to get good at sex is losta—lotta...lot’s a practish. Okay?”

“But-but…Who am I gonna practice with?”

Tae merely whistles and points a finger upward, gesturing to your illuminated window. The car pulls away and Jungkook sways unsteadily up onto the sidewalk with nausea clawing at his throat. Thinking of the stairs he’ll have to climb—because there’s no way in hell he’s taking the elevator, even in this state—he regrets not just going to his own first floor dorm. Does he really need to get sex counseling from you? There’s always porn, he muses before remembering the rant you’d gone on blaming porn for making a guy you’d been hooking up with try to do weird things in bed involving a summer squash. Looks like he’d have to rely on the real deal to get anywhere with Yoori. Oh, Yoori.

A shimmering vision of the beautiful girl with elegant eyes and an ever-painted smile floats in front of his hazy vision and gives him the strength he needs to hobble forward towards the lobby door with dedication.

Minutes ago you couldn’t wait to go to sleep, but as soon you unlocked your door and made it to your room, you were wide awake. Even brushing your teeth and stripping out of your jeans didn’t to tire you out.

“Fuck,” you groan. You throw yourself onto your bed and hope that the way the room spins will lull you to sleep but when the spinning stops, your eyes still won’t stay closed.

The clock resting on your desk across the room reads 1:48am. It’s already clear that you’re going to be hung over, but knowing that it won’t be cushioned by a nice long sleep before you have to go to yoga at 12 makes you want to cry. You desperately wrack your brain for all the remedies there are to make you sleepy. You just canceled your cable last week to save some money, so you can’t veg out in front of the TV. You’re lactose intolerant, so warm milk isn’t an option. You’d take a warm shower but you washed your hair already and if you go to bed with wet hair your mother’s voice will haunt you all night with stories of the cold coming your way. Kicking your feet in frustration, you toss yourself over the edge of the bed to hang. Maybe all the blood will flow to your head and you’ll pass out.

You’re about to risk passing out and landing on your neck the wrong way and dying when a bright pink shoebox under your bed catches your eye. Of course, you think, how could you forget your precious vibrator. Luckily for you, a good orgasm or three always managed to knock you out like a light. You reach over and scoot the box forward with your outstretched fingertips until you get it close enough to reach inside and grab the petite tiffany blue bullet. Giddy laughter leaves your mouth as you heft yourself back onto your bed and fall back on the pillows with a contented sigh. Orgasms solve all your problems. You flick the device on to the lowest setting and ghost it against your clothed mound.

Jungkook is completely breathless as he leaves the center stairwell and finally arrives on your floor. The stairs were a bitch and a half, but your door is only two down from the floor entrance. He can practically hear the siren song of your pull-out couch. When he turns the knob to your front door, it doesn’t budge and he wonders if you must have locked it on instinct. There’s no way you forgot that he was staying over, he thinks to himself. Reaching above the doorjamb, he hunts for the spare key you left there especially for him. The door unlocks easily and he smiles to himself as he locks the door behind him and toes off his shoes. He’s about to face plant into the couch when you call his name faintly from your bedroom.

As he stumbles through the hallway slowly to your room, he thinks over what Taehyung said to him before driving off. To Jungkook’s drunk mind it makes sense, so it must be a good idea to seek sex practice from you. You’re the only girl he knows and he’s known you so long that he can already tell there would be no awkwardness. The sad look in your eyes as you listened to his predicament in the bar tells him that you want to help him, but you didn’t know what route to take. He flexes his hands by his sides and figures he’ll just tell you what Taehyung told him and get to coming up with a curriculum.

The door to your bedroom is half-open and the lights shine through the opening, so he figures you must be up and waiting for him. He can still hear you calling his name, but it still sounds oddly soft from where he is. He pushes the door open but freezes in his tracks when he sees you.

The first thing he notices is obviously the frantically moving hand you have between your legs and the loud buzzing sound that comes from it. He takes in more details the longer he looks. He realizes belatedly then that you’re not wearing pants. Thanks to the high prescription strength of his glasses, he can also see the way your hand and thighs shine and the huge dark spot in the crotch of your panties in the light of your table lamp. Your toes are curling and he can just make out the way your lower stomach clenches underneath the very same sweatshirt you’d been wearing to the bar. Technically he can’t see your other hand but he has a pretty good idea of where it is and what it might be doing with the way it disappears under your shirt. You can’t see him, though, because your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed. The only thing you’re probably at least partly aware of is the cacophony of wet sounds that come from where you work the nose of the toy over yourself. The last thing he notices is the way you call his name in a soft whining tone that has him stepping forward without thinking.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you whine as the slippery heel of your hand bumps against your covered clit a little roughly on an upstroke.

“Yes?”

“What the hell,” your eyes snap open and your head whips around to see him leaning on the door frame as he watches you.

His eyes are heavy with alcohol and his cheeks are just as pink as the lip he releases from the grasp of his teeth. He reaches out and stumbles forward, causing you to scramble back to distance yourself from him. You bring your knees up to hug to your chest before you realize that you’re still very much on show.

“Jeon Jungkook, what is going on here,” you shriek, bringing your hands to cover your eyes only makes you feel a little bit better.

He sits down on your bed like it’s any other day and he’s just chilling in the room like you invited him over. And then you realize that you did kind of invite him over as fragmented memories of the recent uber ride you took together spring up.

“You said you wanted to help me, but you didn’t know how. But Tae told me I just have to practish.”

“Practish?”

“Practice,” he corrects himself.

“Practice what?”

“Practice sex. Duh!”

“Jungkook, no!”

“Please? I wouldn’t be asking such a huge favor if I didn’t think it was absolutely necessary.”

“Why can’t you just go to a frat party like everyone else?”

Your heart is beating rapidly and you think maybe you’re not drunk anymore. Never in your life did you think you would turn down sex from Jungkook, but then again you never pictured it happening this way.

“Because I,” his head hangs and he starts to pick at a loose thread in your duvet, “I guess I missed out on this kind of thing when we were younger and I don’t think I could get very good results in a basement party. Plus, I know you’d…”

“I’d what?”

“You’d be good to me.” He lifts his eyes to lock with yours. His gaze is oddly sharp despite the fact that his skin is still clammy like it gets when he drinks.

Your breath hitches and for a moment it does feel like the fantasies you have almost every other time that you settle into your room, lonely and horny. Jungkook laughs bitterly to himself and you can feel your resolve crumbling as something selfish rears its head in the back of your mind. He tries one last time.

“Please?”

You crack.

“Okay.”

“Really?” His eyes light up once more as he gives you a blinding smile. “Great. Let’s start!”

It feels as though you’re having an out of body experience as you watch him clamber closer onto the bed with you. Your legs naturally open to accommodate him and he scoots into your space, his hands falling to naturally stroke with the soft skin of your ankles. Even though he lacks experience, Jungkook has a leg up in that he’s naturally on the affectionate side. Something you can’t teach with any amount of practice. Even still, the idea that Jungkook will be sitting between your naked thighs makes your stomach do flip flops.You barely start formulating something to say that will sound educational when you hear him get ready to interject once more.

“God, what is it?” You worry that if he interrupts you one more time you’ll lose your nerve.

“I need a visual aid. And, uh, I won’t be able to see because of your, uh, undergarments.”

You’re certain that you’ve never taken anything off faster than you do in that moment. The panties fly into some far corner of your room and you can only hope that they don’t land in a clump of dust bunnies.

“Alright,” you stutter, “I don’t have to give you an anatomy lesson, right? Please tell me you at least know where everything is.”

“We took anatomy together in 7th grade,” he says like that’s a decent answer.

You roll your eyes. “Right, okay. Anatomy lesson it is.”

“What’s this,” you point at yourself.

“That’s the uh…entrance to the vagina?”

“Ok and?”

“It’s where the pleasure comes from?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

“Partial credit.”

“Isn’t that where the…phallus goes, though?” You decide it would be best to ignore his word choice for now.

“Yeah, I mean stuff goes in there but that’s not where all the pleasure comes from. For some people that’s not where any of it comes from.”

His eyes widen nervously. “Then where does it come from if not from penetration?”

You gesture again. “This is the clitoris.” His sweaty bangs flop over his lenses as he nods enthusiastically. Finally something he remembers.

“The clitoris,” he chirps affirmatively. You side eye him, but keep going.

“This little thing is basically there for the sole purpose of pleasure.”

“How do I activate it?” Again you blink at his terminology. Although you’d been a STEM freak with Jungkook for years, somehow he managed to baffle you with his nerdiness.

“Uh, you can stimulate it by touching it.” You draw a small circle in the air around the nub to demonstrate. “Like that, for example. You can also use your hands or your mouth.”

“Or that little blue thing you were using earlier,” he chimes in, reminding you of the embarrassing way this whole thing started.

You sigh. “Yeah. That too.”

“And that’s it?”

“No that’s definitely not it. We haven’t even touched the other places of pleasure or technique or foreplay. But this is a pretty good cheat code.”

“So what about the inside? Like the tubes?”

“There’s really not that much you need to know involving the actual reproductive organs themselves. We can just focus on the external bits for now.” You wince at how uncomfortable the discussion is.

“That makes sense,” his brows furrow seriously. He’s slow to blink, partly so he doesn’t miss anything and partly because he’s still fighting off tendrils of sleep.

“I mean,” you wring your hands anxiously, “that’s all you really need to know for now. It’s mostly learning on the go, anyway. You’ll be fine.”

“But what if I’m not fine. Don’t you think you could, you know, show me?”

“What is there to show?”

“How about you just continue…what you were doing when I came in.”

“Masturbating.”

“What?”

“I was masturbating when you came in.”

A hand flies to the collar of his shirt and he tugs on it sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”

You try not to focus on how weirdly awkward the mood is now that your lust has calmed down to barely even a simmer. You reach for the discarded vibrator that jumped out of your hand and landed by the edge of the head of your bed, but he stops you with a raised hand.

“Can you, uh, maybe do it the old-fashioned way? For the first time at least?”

“Right, I guess I’ll get to it.”

Jungkook sits back on his heels patiently and watches closely as your hand trails a path down your torso to the apex of your thighs. The first touch, though you know it’s your own hand, has you twitching a bit. You bite your lip hard to focus and circle your entrance to coax out more moisture, then you move back to circle your clit. You close your eyes in hopes that not being able to see Jungkook’s gaping expression will help. It does, a bit. After a few moments, you let out a breathy sigh and sink further into the pillows. You plant one foot more firmly on the mattress to give yourself some leverage and push yourself more into your circling hand. The slight increase in pressure has you moaning and your eyes fluttering. You peek through heavy lids to see Jungkook’s expression has also changed. His eyes, clear just a second ago, look glassy again from behind his lenses, his mouth slack and shiny. The rise and fall of his chest is a bit heavier. You let yourself think it’s because of you and go back to collect more arousal to increase the slip.

Apparently, you’re more turned on than you thought. When your middle and ring fingers wander down to your hole they come back pleasantly slick. Something in you suddenly feels rebellious, so you use your free hand to spread your lips further and bring your coated fingers up to Jungkook’s face. You flex your fingers and separate them to show crystalline streaks of arousal connecting them.

“Just so you know, this is a good sign.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Somehow, even though you’re still wearing socks and a baggy sweatshirt, you’re hotter than all the completely bare, busty women he’d watched moan and writhe wildly on his computer screen. He reaches out and delicately grabs you wrist before redirecting your hand back to your dripping center.

“Keep going,” he rasps.

You whine and begin to rub your clit more earnestly, lewd wet sounds fill the room. He can practically see your lips getting wetter and wetter as you redistribute your arousal with every rough swipe of your fingers. Your wrist is moving fast, but it’s clear that you’re becoming frustrated with all that you can do with one hand. Your other hand quickly moves to take over making tight figure eights around your clit while the one already coated in your juices moves back down to your entrance once more. This time, you crook two shining fingers and shove them into your hole. Immediately your back bends and a drawn out moan leaves your mouth. Jungkook gasps quietly. You pump your fingers in and out roughly, then withdraw them to add a third finger.

He watches you like that for a while before you get fed up again. It’s been a while since you’ve been so needy and you feel like you’re on fire. Your toes curl impatiently on either side of Jungkook and he realizes you’re looking for more. On instinct he scoots further until his own legs are brushing up against the undersides of yours. His hand reaches out to pet your quivering thigh in a sympathetic effort to help with your plateau. He looks down at your hand, twitching feverishly in and out of yourself. His hands are much bigger and suddenly he moves like he’s about to replace your fingers with his own.

When Jungkook’s hands start to approach your center your breath hitches. You’re not quite in the right state of mind to reject him if he offers to finger you, but you don’t want to take advantage of the situation and make it any more emotionally complicated than it already is.

“Not yet,” you offer when his hands get too close for comfort, “Next time, maybe.”

He seems to be thinking the same thing and averts his attention to the forgotten vibrator. His grip on your thigh disappears, and you sigh quietly, but it’s hidden under the slick sounds you make each time your fingers get sucked into your heat and the low moans you make every time your pinch your clit just so.

“W-what do I do?” His voice is small and his sudden worried look has you wrapping a hand around his and bringing it to show him how you click the toy on and circle it around your entrance.

His hands are sweaty, shaky, so when your hips start to circle on their own, they move to find a resting spot on your thighs and squeeze to deal with the tension rising in his own belly. He grits his teeth, clenches his hands, does anything he can to keep from overstepping and making this about him. As obviously cliché as it sounds, seeing you sweating and moaning underneath him lets him see you in a new light. You’d always been around, but your presence as a woman in his life was backgrounded at best. Now, with Yoori momentarily not clouding his mind, he wants nothing more than to ravage you. He’s almost certain that if he tried, his lack of experience wouldn’t matter too much. He’s sure his body would be able to act on baser instinct and give you the what you wanted. If you wanted.

Your moans change in pitch and soon he’s aware that this will be the first time he’ll have been privy to someone else’s orgasm in real life. His dick is painfully hard and straining against the jeans he’s wearing. But he forgets the discomfort fast as he watches you grind yourself down against the toy in a way that is absolutely filthy. Your bottom lip, shiny and reddened, is pulled taut between your teeth in ecstasy. Your eyes flutter open and lock with his own. You focus and notice his blown-out pupils look huge within the depths of deep brown irises. There’s no denying he’s turned on once you flick your gaze down to his crotch and see the large tent in his pants.

“I—I think I’m gonna…Oh!” Your leg kicks out on its own like some electric current runs through you. Your voice breaks as the waves of your approaching high begin to take over you. One of his hands inches upwards a bit and strokes the tense muscle near your groin softly, at a loss for words. “Oh god, Jungkook, you—” keening, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

One of your hands reaches up to squeeze at his bicep as he’s leaning over you. He wonders in the back of his mind when he got so close to you. Your leg hooks around him like it has a mind of it’s own and tugs him down, forcing him to topple over you. That’s the last straw and you sob from the intense pleasure. Meanwhile your warmth and proximity and your words prove to be a deadly combination and within seconds he’s spilling over himself in his boxers, untouched. He lets out a low groan that puffs against the side of your neck.

You both sit there and breathe for a long while, catching your breath and coming back down to earth. He sits up eventually and pulls away from you, leaving you cold. Your legs flop from around him heavily. You’re a bit irritated when you realize you won’t be able to walk normally for a while. He discretely wipes his hands off on your duvet while you wipe at the sweat soaking your hairline.

“That’s it, that’s the show,” you finally say.

He shoots up and looks at you anxiously. It’s cute. “You mean until next time, right?”

His eyes are wide and imploring as he hovers over by you. He looks a bit like a turtle from this angle. A cute one, though. One that you want to play with again next week. You nod even though he might have all that he needs to do well with Yoori, being the fast learner that he is.

“I guess so. Same time, next week. Do some research for next time maybe. Make sure it’s from something not involving the medical library.”

“Got it!” He turns and waits until you’re not looking to adjust his pants.

You notice his hair is sticking to his forehead when he finally stands up. And there’s a cowlick sticking up in the back that reminds you of middle school Jungkook, before he met Yoori. The idea of the other girl, the girl he’s really in love with, dims your post-coital glow. Although, you suppose you have her to thank for this evening’s events. How else could you have ever managed a one-sided romp in the sheets with your long-time crush?

Both of you take turns using the bathroom to clean up. While he hums in time with washing up, you slip panties on and debate about whether or not to throw your sweats back on. You decide that if you’re going to play this off like it hasn’t changed your relationship, you should put pants back on.He comes out looking pink and clean and you want to pull him back into your bed and wrap yourself around him.

To protect his glasses from the dangers of the bathroom, he left them in your room. Squinting, he walks with hands out to collect them. When he puts them on he doesn’t look at you and instead pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes around while leaving the room.

“Heading out,” you ask with a quasi-disinterested tone.

“Yeah, I remembered I have to run the Saturday tutoring session this week. So I might as well go home so I can get ready for that. You should come, you know. Your test scores dropped 2 points this week.” Typical Jungkook. He couldn’t ever fully leave TA mode.

You roll your eyes. “Thanks for the reminder, but that’s still an A.”

“Maybe we can try this again next week the same time?”

“Yeah, uh, okay.”

“Cool, I’ll put it on my calendar.” He lifts his phone to his face to tell the digital assistant to pencil you in for next week. You try not to grimace at becoming a date in his calendar app.

“Get out already, you nerd.” You push him out after he puts his coat back on, but you do watch out the window to make sure his taxi comes.

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Swim - Kim Taehyung Pt2 (m)

— pairing | Kim Taehyung /Reader

— word c | 3,307

— genre | Smut.

— summary | A week has passed since Hoseok caught you and Taehyung in his bed. Hoseok has being away from all his friends, including you, his best friend. Taehyung is in a bar with some friends and he hasn’t seen you since that night, and he can’t get you out of his head, so when he sees you entering the club, he can’t hold himself.

— warnings/tags | Bad words, Explict sex, fingering, public sex.

— Author’s note | This fanfic is part of the series Swim, will be composed by the version of Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook. The Hoseok version will be directly linked to the Taehyung version, while the Jungkook version will be independent. Many people asked me for a part 2 of the Taehyung version, so I did, but it will not have a third part.

A week had passed since the day when Taehyung had finally managed to have sex with you. And since that day, he didn’t speak to you any more, nor to Hoseok. Jung was ignoring his calls, messages, and hadn’t even appeared at the weekly meeting of friends. He knew that Hoseok was very angry with him, but he himself didn’t feel guilty at all, after all, he and you were adults, and you were single, it wasn’t like you committed a crime or cheated on someone.

Taehyung was in a bar, sitting at the table with two other friends. They used to gather there all Friday to talk and relieve themselves of the weekly pressure. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand as he watched the dance floor, full of people, full of women who would fall at his feet if he wanted to, but since his night with you, he could only think of you.

"Hoseok isn’t coming." Jimin, the oldest of the three, said, pulling the phone down and stuffing it into his pocket. "Whatever happened to him this week, it was pretty bad."

"Didn’t he tell you, too?" Jungkook, the youngest, asked, and Jimin denied it. Taehyung kept quiet, watching them talk. He knew full well the cause of Hoseok's irritation. “I've never seen Hoseok as tense as he was at work this week. I tried to talk to him today, but he didn’t say a word, just gave me that psycho look he has when he is angry, turned his back on me and let me have lunch alone.”

"Did something happen in his family?" The older man asked curiously.

“No, I don’t think it was with his family ... But I have a hunch. Remember that time we went to the beach and I accidentally tripped and fell on top of (Y/N), with my face in the middle of her breasts?”

The older man let out a loud laugh, placing his hand on his chest and throwing his head back, shrugging his shoulders as he laughed, before looking back at his friend and giving him a sarcastic look.

“Accidentally? Don’t lie to us, Maknae, we know very well that you did it on purpose.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth, pretending to be offended before laughing shyly and scratching the back of his neck. Taehyung arched his eyebrow, he wasn’t with them that day, so that matter was new to him.

"Anyway, do you remember the look he gave me when he saw what had happened?" Jimin nodded. "It was the same look he gave me at lunch today. I think something happened to (Y/N). Maybe they fought."

“No, they were a stick to one another, they never fought, they were always ‘Hobi, my sunshine’ and ‘(Y/N), my innocent baby.’ I don’t think they had a fight. Maybe some asshole messed with her and he got angry, you know how jealous he is of her.” Jimin said thoughtfully. Taehyung couldn’t help letting out a mocking laugh at that. He glanced at a corner of the nightclub as he thought of telling his friends the reason for Hoseok's anger.

“That's exactly why he's pissed off all week.” Taehyung said, deciding he would tell the truth to his friends. Both boys looked at him, curious to know what he was talking about. “An asshole messed with (Y/N) and this asshole is me.”

"What?" The two of them said together, their eyes widening, unable to hide the surprise these words had caused.

“Last weekend, at the party you couldn’t go to, (Y/N) went. I was drunk, horny and you know how hot she is. I saw her come into my house, all by herself, wearing a pair of jeans shorts, so I got the courage to talk to her. We fucked in my room, hidden from Hoseok who was also at the party, but by our carelessness, he found out and went to my room, where he caught me and (Y/N) in bed and ...”

“Wait, hold the fuck up. Didn’t you just hit upon (Y/N), but also fucked her?” Jungkook asked, interrupting him, raising his hands as he stared at his friend, blinking his eyelids quickly. Taehyung nodded. "While Hoseok was nearby?"

"He wasn’t nearby, he was getting drunk downstairs and me and her went upstairs."

"So how did Hoseok found out?" Jimin asked frowning.

“He called (Y/N), to find out where she was and I made her answer the phone, but we didn’t stop fucking, and when we saw, she cum and so did I, but I moaned her name too loudly and she hadn’t hung up the phone yet, So I suppose he heard my voice ...”

"Holy shit, Taehyung? How are you still alive?" Jimin said loudly, but thanks to the club's loud music, no one but the two listened. "How didn’t he kill you?"

"And why would he do that?" Taehyung asked frowning. "(Y/N) is a grown woman, she can make her own choices. If I had forced her to anything, I would agree with Hoseok and let him strangle me, but she gave me permission. She wanted to. And he doesn’t own her, he can’t decide who she fucks."

"You talked to her after that?"

"No, we have not spoken since that day." He said raising his hand to take a sip of his drink, but stopped his movements when looking at a specific point and face you entering the club. He came down and looked up into your body, feeling the same feeling he'd felt when he'd seen you come in alone through the front door of his house a week ago. You wore a red dress with straps. The length went up to the middle of your thighs and marked your curves. Dirty thoughts flooded his head as he swallowed the rest of his drink. "But this is about to change.” He said putting the glass on the table and standing up. Jimin and Jungkook stared at him confused and were about to ask what he was doing when they looked in the direction he was going and saw you there, laughing at something that one of the girls next to you said.

“I bet 5 dollars that he doesn’t give a damn about Hoseok and that he's going to try to fuck (Y/N) again.” Jimin said, watching his friend walk away.

“And I bet 10 that he just will not try, but also will get to fuck her.” Jungkook said beside him. The two of them looked at each other and squeezed their hands, sealing the bet, and then looked back at Taehyung who had approached you and took your arm, catching your attention.

“Hi, Tae." You said as you turned around and saw who had held your arm. Your friends looked at each other and laughed.

"We're going to sit down, (Y/N).” One of them said giving you an accomplice look and you laughed and nodded, watching them walk away. Taehyung watched them leave, then looked back at you, smiling a little later.

He didn’t care anymore whether Hoseok would get angry or not, after he did once, why not do it again? The friendship between him and Jung was by a very same thread, he no longer cared whether they would speak again or not. Not that he didn’t care about his friend, he loved Hoseok as a brother, but he wouldn’t fail to do what he wanted because Jung was jealous of you, after all, you were young and free. And so did he.

You turned your eyes to Taehyung and as soon as you stared into his eyes, a warmth rose over your body, remembering the night you had together. He leaned forward, drawing the mouth from your ear.

“You look beautiful." He said and you can not help blushing and shiver at the sound of his hoarse voice so close to a weak spot. His hand on your arm came down to your waist, squeezing it and you jumped as you felt it touching you. You were not silly, you knew very well what Taehyung wanted, and even after that incident with Hoseok, you still wanted it.

"Thank you, you're not bad either." You said, wringing a smile from the boy.

"Do you want dance? I think we need to talk."

"About what?"

Taehyung gave you a cornered smile and nodded, waving to the dance floor. He led you among the people until you were in the middle of the dance floor. The music that played was a quieter beat, which gave him the chance to put his hand on your waist and pull you close as you hugged his shoulders.

"Hoseok is still pissed at me?" He asked, lowering his face, approaching yours. You had to control your urge to kiss those lips and bit your own, shaking your head.

"I didn’t talk to him after that night." You said and he turned his face, frowning at you, visibly surprised at your response. He thought Hoseok was angry with him and not with you, either. So the case was more serious than he thought. “We fought on the way home, he left me at home, he doesn’t answer my calls or my messages. I went to his house during the week but he was never home.”

"Why is he being like this? I don’t understand. Was it really that serious in his eyes?" He asked confused. You just shrugged.

"Maybe he felt betrayed, you know, for not telling him anything."

"Of course, if I had said something he would tell me no and make things difficult." Taehyung snapped. “I'm beginning to think he's in love with you or something. Because it is not possible for him to be this way just because you are friends.”

“Hoseok has always been like that, ever since we met, he always did everything to get the other guys away from me, and every time I got involved with one, I would get screwed. He would warn me, saying that I would get hurt, but I never listened, and in the end, I would come back crying into his arms. Must be why he got angry, because he knows that if I get hurt, I'll whine at him.” You said, sighing heavily before shaking your head. "I'll give him some time, then I'll try to talk to him again."

"Well, while you give him this time, you could spend it with me, what do you think?" Taehyung asked holding your chin and directing your gaze to his. You smiled and bit your lips, not realizing that it made Taehyung's body shiver and the fire inside him spread to each limb and part of his body.

“What are we waiting for?” You asked with a defiant look. He laughed and finally pressed his lips against yours, starting a warm kiss. You stuck your fingers through his hair as he pressed his hand to your waist, pulling you even closer against his body. A new song began to play, one more agitated, causing him to guide you, slowly dancing to the sensual beat. He released your chin and his hand came down to your hip, squeezing one side of your ass, making you moan between his lips and making his cock jump into his pants. Only there he realize how much he missed your moans.

“Why don’t we try something?” He whispered after stepping away from the kiss to catch his breath. You cocked your head to one side, waiting for him to continue. "If I can make you cum before the end of this song, here in the middle of them, you let me fuck you for the rest of the night." You almost choked on the air that was breathing at his suggestion. But it was too tempting to deny, so you just giggled and tugged at the back of his neck, kissing him again, causing him to hug your waist tightly, placing a hand on your back, caressing it.

"Why haven’t you started yet?" You whispered between his lips, smirking. He lowered the kisses to your neck as you could feel his hands wandering your body until he stood on the side of your thighs and raised your dress a little, making you clench the nails at the nape of his neck, feeling your heartbeat.

"It's all right." He whispered in your ear before biting your lobe. "Nobody's going to see anything, I'm not going to raise your dress too much, just enough so I can do it …" And with that, you felt his fingers between your legs, inside your dress and over your panties, massaging your clit and making you let out a groan that was masked by the loud music.

You began to move in the rhythm of the music, one clinging to the other, kissing each other while Taehyung kept his hand over your panties, caressing you, making you feel shivers and pleasure.

"Let me see how wet you are." He whispered and so, after giving a discreet look around, just to check if anyone there was looking, he lowered his face, kissing her again. He used his fingers to get your panties to the side and thrust two fingers inside you, making you bite his lip and squeeze his shoulders. "Easy, baby girl." He whispered between the kiss, pulling away from your face to observe your expression of pleasure. "You're so wet, baby. Are you feeling how my fingers are sliding right into you?"

"Yes." You said, taking a deep breath, trying to keep your body calm and holding you back so you wouldn’t move your hip toward his hand, wanting more movement. "This is so good."

"Do you want another finger, baby?" He whispered in your ear and you whimpered a yes, feeling him thrust a third finger inside you, making your walls pulsate around his big, long fingers. "You're so tight, so hot. You have no idea how much my dick wants to be in here." He moaned into your ear and pushed his fingers hard into you, making you lay your head on his shoulder, hiding your face and lowered eyebrows, biting your lips and digging your fingers into his shirt. "Can you take another one, baby?" You raised your head and before you could respond, Taehyung thrust the fourth finger inside you, making your legs tremble and you choke with a moan, watching him smile satisfied with your reaction. You looked sideways, feeling ashamed and afraid that someone would see what was happening, but at the same time feeling an overwhelming urge to ask him to go faster.

Taehyung seemed to read your thoughts. The smile faded from his lips, giving way to the lust that took over his face the moment he began to push his fingers faster and harder into you. Making you gasp and lay your head on his shoulder once more, moaning softly. His fingers stretching your walls, hitting you in the right spot, you knew it would not take long to cum. It was when he stopped his movements and took his fingers out of you, making you grunt and lifting your face to face him, only to see him sucking your juice from his fingers.

"Take off your panties, now." He whispered authoritatively in your ear. You didn’t even think about why he wanted you to do it, the only thing on your mind was the will you had to cum there. You looked around, thanking most people there for being drunk or busy-mouthed so they wouldn’t have time to notice what was happening and quickly stuffed your hands under the dress, taking off your white lace panties. He grabbed your panties and laughed, shoving it in his pocket, before grabbing your waist and pulling you into a kiss. You could feel his erection against your belly and thought of helping him with that, but before you could act, he turned you suddenly with your back to him. "Hold your breath." He whispered harshly in your ear and you obeyed, drawing the air and holding it in your lungs.

Taehyung opened his pants and pulled out his cock, quickly lifting your dress a little and pushing his dick inside you, you let the air out, biting your lips, holding a scream as you felt him go deep into you. Your hands went down to the sides of your body, landing on your thighs, holding your dress so it would not rise any more, while Taehyung put one arm around your waist and the other above your breasts. He couldn’t move too much to arouse suspicion, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t roll his hips and move them slowly, driving you crazy.

He took a hand to your neck, holding in your throat. Taehyung began to move discreetly back and forth, hitting the right spot, you leaned your head back, feeling your entire body shaking every time he thrust in you. And you could feel it coming.

"Don’t hold it, baby, come to me." He whispered hoarse in your ear and that was your limit, you gasped tightening your fingers against your own thigh, Taehyung's fingers in your throat preventing you to breathe, making the orgasm even stronger, your chest began to up and down quickly and you closed your eyes, your legs trembling and that hot pain taking over your body. Taehyung loosened his grip and you pulled the air as he continued to move inside you, feeling that he was about to cum, smothering the moans of pleasure as your cunt squeezed around his cock.

He increased the force of the thrusts and you bit your lips, feeling that it was too much and that at any moment you would end up screaming with pleasure, but you knew that you couldn’t do that or everyone there would know what you were doing, was when you felt Taehyung’s arms tightening around your body increase and his liquid being released within you.

He let out a weak, low moan in your ear, almost making you cum again. He gave light kisses on your shoulder before getting out of you, closing your pants and lowering your dress, turning you to face him and hugging you, letting you soothe your breath against his chest.

“We better get going.” You whispered against his chest. "I don’t know how long I can hold your cum inside me." He just nodded and smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you toward the exit. You didn’t even have to tell your friends that you were leaving, because you knew they already knew that. And Taehyung too.

A little while later you were in his house, fucking again, as your deal said, the only difference is that he hadn’t made you cum before the music was over, but that didn’t matter anymore. You just wanted to fuck him the rest of the night.

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