#what I should do is go back and gif Yoongi at the organ

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

BTS Memories 2016: Making of Blood Sweat & Tears MV Jungkook and RM

#bts #kim namjoon #rm #bts rm #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook #namkook #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #bts gifs #btsedit #my gifs #i dunno fuckin uuuhhhhh green #the folder these are in is called namkook in an opium den #i dunno when or why i decided to color theme these #but it happened #and here we are #what I should do is go back and gif Yoongi at the organ #and replace of his gifs with it #hmmmmmmmmmmmmm #idk I didn’t have a theme planned for these when I did that one #hobi’s color scheme will be red I think #cuz I mean it already is iirc #well anyway

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule: Season 2 Prologue

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which he lost his latibule.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: happy halloween! 🎃

Masterlist Epilogue

"You'll open your stitches, Yoongi-ah," Kim Seokjin noted with a monotonous tone, his eyes still trained on the tablet he was holding when he heard a rustling of the sheets, the first ever sign that the man was truly alive. The mafia prince that turned medical director was sitting comfortably, his long leg over the other as though he had gotten a good night's sleep since the mayhem that happened. It was the eighth day since Yoongi was in a coma, and similarly, it was the eighth day since you passed.

Since then, numerous things transpired- and they were all of violent nature. The five of them shed volume of blood, more so by the youngest of them. It was too bad for the traitors that Jeon Jungkook was frustrated because he almost found his wife. She was almost within his grasp when he was urgently needed back in Korea because unshockingly, one of their brothers was trying to kill the other. And well, the organization needed cleansing of traitors.

Additionally, it was worse for the traitors because the moment he returned was the moment he found his sunshine gone.

Yoongi was physically healing, as evidenced by his vitals that Seokjin was diligently monitoring. It was expected. Yoongi was not likened to a cat for nothing. They all physically saw him fall from the third floor, stood up, and brushed his hands as though it was nothing when they were younger. There was not even an ounce of doubt in their minds that he would wake up one of these days.

That was the thing, Yoongi was healing. But now, Seokjin wondered what would happen once he knew what happened to you. 

He didn't have to wait long.

"W-where is she?" Yoongi asked with apparent effort, his hand clutching his shoulder with a barely restrained pain flashing on his face. "I need to go to her. She must be so scared," He sat up and waited for Seokjin to say something, anything.

And he waited, and waited- yet, Kim Seokjin didn't answer him. He merely regarded him with a somber expression on him, a foreign look on his usual jovial face. Jin's jaw was clenched, and he hated to be the bearer of bad news.

Yoongi blinked, looking at the older man's eyes with quick realization. He couldn't have gotten any paler even if he wanted to, his eyes widened at what he already knew.

"No. Hyung, no. Fucking no," he shook his head, his movements quick as he pulled the dextrose harshly from his skin, blood now dripping on his hand. He stood up as he aimed for the door, every step he took was shaky, yet his determination to see you was strong. "Take me to her! Where is she!"

Jin tried as best as he could to contain the man, and that was how Kim Namjoon found them. He should have known, he was no match to a man who just lost the only person he ever loved. Namjoon immediately helped his hyung, securing Yoongi's other arm on his side. But the mafia leader was like a wounded animal, thrashing around as it tried to find reprieve. In this case, it was you who was his peace.

"Hyung, stop it! You're going to hurt yourself," Namjoon ordered as gently as he could, but it fell on deaf ears. Yoongi looked at Namjoon, his dark eyes filled with panic and unshed tears. He thought that maybe Namjoon would take him to you.

You were just hurt, right? You were just resting that was why his hyung couldn’t take him to you…right? You were somewhere here. He just needed to ask more, to impose more, and if needed, he just had to scream louder for you and you would come to him…right?

You were alive, right?!

"Namjoon-ah, where is my angel, hmm? Take me to her!" his voice were shaking as he fisted his hands on Namjoon’s shirt, trying to get the taller man to look at him, to listen to him. He was close to pleading, and he wasn’t above it.

Why were they quiet?

Why were they looking at him as though they pity him?

He wasn’t pitiful, he thought. He had you.

The two men shared a downcasted look. Both men didn't know how to tell him that you didn't survive, that not even your remains survived. But they had to.

"She didn't...survive."

Yoongi blinked, and the two of them were quiet as they waited with bated breath for his reaction. Yet, Yoongi just straightened up while chuckling. “Stop lying, Namjoon.”

“He’s not lying,” Jin stated before showing you the necklace he kept in his pocket…your necklace. “This was the only thing left in the scene. You’re the Chief of Police. You know what this means, Yoongi-ah.”

Yoongi smirked before marching to the door. “T-that’s not hers.”

“Hyung, where are you going?”

“To find her. She’s not dead. She’s not gone. S-She promised me she would never leave me. She never breaks her p-promise,” he struggled to say each word as his body had not yet fully recovered. His determination was commendable, but seeing him reduced to denying your death broke what was left of the brothers’ hearts. “Angel needs m-me. I cannot fail her. N-not this time.”

Yoongi’s body swayed to the side, yet he remained steadfast, walking to where he thought you were. And if he needed to crawl, then he would. If he needed to kneel just to see you, then he would be down on his fucking knees, begging for your forgiveness.

His body failed him the moment he opened the door, his barely-recovered form crashing on the ground that Jin had no choice but to contain the thrashing man the best way he could. With a small prick on his neck, Min Yoongi lost consciousness.

The last thing he called for was you.

Even in his dreams, you never came.

Chapter I

#bts fic #yandere bts #bts yandere #min yoongi fic #min yoongi x you #min yoongi x y/n #yandere min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi yandere #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #suga x you #mafia bts

[beautifulpersonpeach]

He put crack in this song.

Does anyone else sit with the fact that, besides the choir, every voice heard on Set Me Free Pt 2 belongs to Jimin?

(Jimin, the man you are...)

You know, I used to wonder why Yoongi chose Tony Montana as the song to have Jimin rap on. This was way back, when I didn't really pay attention to Jimin, and I felt Jimin should be the last person to feature on a track like that. Tony Montana is one of the most disgusting songs in Yoongi's discography. It's so nasty. I'm talking gutter trap, filthy distortion... not even Yankie (the original featuring artist) could do that beat justice, and that's the song Yoongi gave Jimin.

Yoongi knew...

(He's an animal)

Yoongi knew that Jimin would work magic on a track like Tony Montana, and be fully in his element. Jimin is very similar to Yoongi in that way, and this is even more clear after SMF Pt 2. Yoonmin both use autotune to represent the voices in their heads, to colour whole personalities, to exhibit their alter-egos, both benevolent and malicious. Yoongi's mastery of that tool has only enhanced his credibility as an MC, and if there's any member who can one day match Yoongi's proficiency in using that stylistic tool, it's Jimin. Because already, with his first ever song as a solo artist, Jimin has painted such an arresting picture using that tool.

When SMF Pt 2 first dropped, I thought there were only two voices in the song: the autotuned voice saying Jimin's inner thoughts, and the normal voice singing the topline of the song. Now, I hear four distinct voices:

The voice representing reckless ambition - “I never stop, I never stop / Ah yeah, ah yeah”

The voice representing impatience and anger - "Hey fool, just get out of my way / Shut up, fuck off / I’m on my way"

The voice representing the exponent - "Enemy / Better be"

The voice representing clarity, acceptance, and triumph - "날 비웃어도 멈추지 않아"

Even with the autotune, Jimin uses it in three very different ways to express three different voices in his head - all of which are wholly Jimin, but he closes off the whole affair in his own voice, the one that's least processed on the song, the voice that represents his triumph and determination to forge his own path.

(Called it)

It's been weeks and I'm still obsessed with Jimin's delivery of those voices. His voice is addicting. No member in BTS can sing "Fuck all your opps" the way Jimin does.

Speaking of opps...

I've seen your asks about our old friend, William, and I haven't responded because a big part of me doesn't care. I don't want to be dismissive of the people who are angry that William excluded ~100k units in sales for Jimin (and Jimin only, going by the placements of other k-artists on the chart) in the second week of tracking. I agree with you that it's annoying because as it always is with BTS, the rules have been selectively applied, Jimin's work and achievement has been made to look less legitimate, and this is happening while the same organization highlights and celebrates other k-artists who haven't just fallen off the chart, but also performed poorly in critics reviews, so a.k.a. mediaplay.

I feel the frustration too but at the same time, when has the playing field ever been equal for BTS? It feels like a rite of passage for new fans to experience at least one 'what the fuck just happened?' moment when it comes to how blatant the subversion is for BTS.

But I don't care to harp on about it because (1) It's unproductive, (2) I'm neck-deep in FACE, (3) I just kinda believe Jimin.

He's not stopping. He plans to continue making music even if it hurts and even if people mock him. And I plan to keep listening to him for as long as he feels he has something to say. Jimin has already made his mark, and like everything else he does, he's done it in record time in spite of all the handicaps. He knows his fans love his work, he knows he's gotten critical acclaim for his efforts, and he knows the industry has never been a friend - he's not new to William's antics. Jimin is fine.

(...more than fine. Just look at that man. God. He was born to own the stage)

The fandom is another matter lol. ARMYs will need to figure out how to adapt, the way the fandom has always found ways to adapt, but I don't know if this will happen before the implosion or afterwards.

Either way it's only a matter of time before Jimin comes back with another project that ends k-pop and wins hearts, saves souls, and makes babies. The world can decide whether or not to make room for him to settle at the top and it wouldn't matter, because Jimin means it when he says he makes his own way. And I intend to support him as an artist his entire career. It's me and him. The rest of you can choose to join in or not.

(A performer)

Everything about Set Me Free Pt 2 feels extreme. Every single thing about it. The brass. The haunting, wailing, choral chants. The autotune... There are so many choices Jimin could have made on that song: he could've tempered the aggression with an intermission of his feather-light vocals the way he does on Face Off, he could have emphasized his points by having the instrumentals bottom out the way it does on Alone, he could have gone about SMF Pt 2 in a million other ways, but he chose the most audacious sound to declare that from here on out, he's playing by his own rules, making art on his own terms, and everyone else is just going to have to get used to the idea.

(*The performer)

*

For the Anon surprised that Jimin knows about Rilke, but went on to diss Joon in the same ask... what did you think Jimin was doing with Namjoon all those times they'd hang out and talk about life? Namjoon is the bonafide Rilke fanboy in BTS, has been sharing Rilke's works and poems with fans and the members for at least six years now, but it's suddenly surprising Jimin looked up poems to fit the theme of his song and went with Rilke? Y'all need to start paying attention to how your biases interact with every other member in BTS, not just the members you like.

#I'm writing this because it's been weeks and I still can't get over Jimin's alt-voices. #I'm so impressed with FACE #Jimin has done well #Clearing my drafts ahead of D-DAY #Jimin #park jimin

[theangryjikooker]

TAJ 🔍 Run BTS! • #4-6

Disclaimer Please note that this is for entertainment purposes only. What I comment on is purely observational, and there is no way for anyone to know the true nature of these dynamics and what motivates them without actually being a presence in their lives or a direct confidant(e). Any statement made that inadvertently comes across as "factual" should be understood as an implication within the boundaries of my perspective.

Introduction The first time I thought about doing this, my goal was to focus on the interactions and development of Jungkook and Jimin. This "miniseries," if you will, went through several iterations as I was watching Run BTS, and I decided to be a bit more inclusive about how the group behaves/interacts with one another with an emphasis on Jungkook and Jimin, when applicable. I believe doing it this way provides a better context and contrast.

Also, my observations won't really take their other content into account that was happening around the same time. I might say something that contradicts a Bangtan Bomb that was released roughly around the same time, for instance, so just be advised. Anyone is more than welcome to chime in with interesting tidbits from other content (if it's relevant).

If the episodes are short enough, or I don't feel like there's much going on, I'm going to fit several in a post.

Episode 4

Practical Joker Jimin strikes! You can already tell he's so charismatic in front of the camera.

Yet another episode where we can witness the group dynamics, which is entertaining to watch. There's a shamelessness among them to sabotage or push one another under the bus, and it's almost like watching a bunch of rowdy brothers having fun. Again, it's one of the likable things about them.

Episode 5

I'm going to sound like a broken record, but I am in awe of how their personalities mesh well with one another. Obviously, the differences in their personalities are expected to make an appearance in high-tension scenarios and occur off-camera, but the relative ease they have in one another's company and how organic it is, is almost unparalleled. Admittedly, this is more than likely a bias at play. There was a 2nd generation Kpop group whose relationship almost reminds me of theirs, and that was DBSK as I knew them. I saw them on a lot of Japanese variety shows, and in hindsight, their chemistry was unusually soft and sweet at the height of their popularity.

One of the best things about this episode is how well they support each other's strengths and will take a step back from their initial roles if required. This is hardly surprising when considering their professional work ethic even to this day, but it's always nice seeing it play out in situations outside of their work.

I still can't get over how much of a Leading Man energy Jin possesses.

I also want to point out that Yoongi is consistently unlike the grumpy character that he's often associated with. I understand where it originates because he doesn't sugarcoat anything, he's straightforward, and his deadpan tone is almost like the cherry on top of his Grumpy Cat appeal. He's an interesting character study in this way because he's otherwise very colorful.

And Slytherin Jimin makes his first appearance: “It's not my life.”

I think this applies to all the members, but so far, Jimin is so unintentionally funny.

Episode 6

This is going to be a common theme, but I am so livid with myself that I wasn't automatically OT7 from the get-go. I can confidently say I am now, of course, but the reality was that it took a while for me to like each member individually. Taehyung was the last member for me, and I don't understand why because his personality is so easily on display in this episode (

Run

was

the

show that cemented my love for them). And the dynamic between Taehyung and Jimin is so transparently adorable with the level of comfort they have to playfully rib each other. The

“이 자식아”

has me in tears because I love when people are playing a role and cheekily slip out of character. This is Vmin in their element, and I love it.

Finally, a real exchange between Jungkook and Jimin.

I still wouldn't have shipped them had I been around at this time, but watching this scene alone, I can see why people would have started to. Right off the bat, Jimin is complimentary, really laying it on thick. Even if it's for play, it's glaringly obvious that Jimin is essentially playing favorites or is at least showing an affinity for Jungkook. I think what makes this striking for a lot of people is that he doesn't do this for anyone else (granted, he's absolving sins of only three members lmao), but at the same time it's a bit hard to make any sort of firm declarations without seeing the other members in Jimin's role and how they might improvise if Jungkook was sitting in front of them. Although I'm sure anyone could argue that watching them in Bangtan Bombs around this time, Jimin leaned into this more than the other members.

I guess one could argue that Jimin is very doting because Jungkook's the youngest, but he's also not that much younger, and they're both not that young here. It's not like they're 15 and 13, where that hyung-dongsaeng relationship might be markedly more different than at 20 and 18. Because they're older, there's that nuance that can influence how a dynamic is perceived, and it doesn't help that Jungkook doesn't affect a traditional maknae vibe (and, as we all know by now, has a predisposition towards enjoying playing into a hyung-like role).

It's well-known that all the members love Jungkook, but Jimin consistently shows it differently. Even when they're supposed to be "in character," Jimin veers off-topic to alter the focus on Jungkook. It's... interesting.

I'm not saying this is specifically the case for him because I don't know him personally (the usual disclaimers apply, etc.), but some people will manifest their feelings quite differently when they don't fully recognize it. With regards to Jikook, and if I wanted to be overanalytical about it, I would question the authenticity of Jimin's hyung role because his behavior calls it into question. There are always exceptions, and Jimin may have just been expressing intense adoration for Jungkook in the same way anyone can aggressively love people they know are cute but don't like past a certain threshold. Certainly possible, but not something I would immediately conclude going off of first impressions.

Side note: A lot of early signs that denote attraction and/or chemistry begins subconsciously, and what happens a lot of the time is that other people will recognize those signs before the people involved. We don't receive a visual feed as comprehensive as others who can see us do. None of this has to indicate anything romantic, by the way, but there's a reason why (in general) other people might sense something about your relationship with someone before you can.

I love that Hoseok is right after Jungkook because you see the hyung-dongsaeng dynamic flipped upright and how Jihope contrasts with Jikook. Hoseok's drama when he's talking Jimin up lends itself to playfulness, which is where their main dynamic is present and why that feeling is much more different than when Jimin was singing Jungkook's praises.

In all fairness, however, if this was the advent of Jihope, I'm not surprised.

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[jungshookz]

maybe, she can drive his car; mechanic!yoongi

➺ pairing; mechanic!yoongi x spoiledbrat!y/n

➺ genre; mechanic!yoongiverse!! sfw!! honk honk humour!! some suggestive behaviour because this is mechanic!yoongi and his y/n we're talking about!! the green-eyed monster inside of y/n is awoken after being dormant for so long and she's ready to bite some heads off

➺ wordcount; 11.6k

➺ summary; yoongi's ex is back in town for a visit and you'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone.

➺ what to expect; "right, about that- i know i was supposed to come over for dinner tonight but- listen, i don't know what lisa did but obviously she's got a lot of connections now and the shop has literally never been this busy before... you understand, don't you?"

➺ currently spinning on the record player; mustang sally (originally by wilson pickett, covered by andrew strong)

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

»»————- 🛠️ ————-««

namjoon usually doesn't pay too much attention to you whenever you're hanging out at the workshop with everyone because of how often you're here, but there's something about the way you're acting today that even he has to admit is oddly very...

cute?

and it's not that you're not cute all the time (because you totally are!!) but it's just that the version of you today in particular is suddenly making him want to go off and find a y/n of his own

"whatcha doing?"

namjoon jolts in surprise when a grimy hand suddenly burrows itself into the warm bag of freshly-popped popcorn that he has cradled to his chest and he scowls before turning his body away slightly

"hey, you're contaminating the popcorn, man-" he huffs, quickly grabbing the mega-sized pack of hand wipes from the desk before plopping it down on the countertop for jungkook, "at least have the decency to wipe your hands before digging into my popcorn- also, i'm watching. duh."

"watching?" jungkook frowns as he sloppily wipes his hands on the front of his shirt, turning to look out the open door, "watching what?"

"yoongi and y/n." namjoon hums, popping a couple of kernels into his mouth with a crunch, "she's been following him around like a little duckling all day."

"mm." jungkook props an elbow up on the counter as he looks towards the two of you before clicking his tongue, "...he must've really given it to her good last night if she's acting like that-"

"okay, now you've ruined the moment-" namjoon frowns, his shoulders dropping slightly before he gestures to you guys, "it's sweet! this is obviously a wholesome thing-"

"call it what you want, but all i'm trying to say is that good sex makes you do crazy things-" jungkook snorts before aggressively shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth, "cravy phings."

"i'd like to argue that good sex forms a strong emotional bond which explains why there are cartoon hearts currently floating around y/n's head-" namjoon perks up when he notices the way your eyes light up at something yoongi says, "look at her! look at the way she's looking at him!"

"oh, please." jungkook tuts, "that dopey look on her face is telling me that the only thing on her mind is yoongi bending her over the hood of that car and just ramming-"

"namjoon and jungkook are arguing again." you point out, turning to look towards the office just in time to see namjoon throw a handful of popcorn at jungkook only for him to open his mouth and chomp wildly at the air to get some into his mouth

"jungkook probably said something stupid, as per usual." yoongi snorts, leaning over to lock the hood of the car into place before pulling away and taking a look at the situation, "now, let's see what we have going on here..."

when namjoon told him that this was a brake master cylinder repair he immediately felt all the excitement leave his body

he hates doing brake master cylinder repairs

all the parts are so small and the handiwork is super tedious anD the last time he did one of these he took like four hours to get it done

overall it's a pretty boring repair job and as much as he wants to pass it off to one of the others to do, he knows that he's the most skilled with the internal mechanics of a car compared to everyone else which he usually likes to brag about but today he wishes that that wasn't the case

"so what do you have to do?" you frown, stepping over so that you're standing by the side of the car and you're not in yoongi's way, "all the thingies look fine to me."

"well, i actually need to replace the brake master cylinder thingy." yoongi teases, smiling lightly as he points at some kind of container, "there's a leak in the seals, which is pretty common since they wear out after a few years. it should be an easy fix! it'll just take a while, that's all."

luckily, taehyung already took care of the messy part and emptied the fluid from the reservoir for him so now it's time to start the actual repair process

"so does beeper have one of these cylinders in him?" you ask, tilting your head in curiosity

you've never actually taken a look at beeper's under the hood situation before so you wouldn't know

(it feels like he's all naked and exposed whenever yoongi lifts his hood up and you just want to give beeper some privacy, that's all.)

"if beeper didn't have one of these cylinders in him, you wouldn't be able to brake, silly." yoongi snorts, reaching down to unclip the sensor from the reservoir, "see, when you push down on the brake, it pushes a piston through the cylinder and forces hydraulic fluid through the brake lines, which goes to the slave cylinders of each wheel, and then-" he pauses when he notices you've gone all quiet and he turns to see you staring directly at him with a dopey little smile on your face "-what? what'd i say?"

"i like it when you talk shop to me." you giggle quietly, "i mean, i don't understand 98% of the words that come out of your mouth when you do, but i still like it a lot-"

"yeah?" yoongi teases, taking a hand off the edge of the car so he can gesture for you to come closer (and you do, obviously), "you like it when i talk to you about... hm, i don't know..." he feigns cluelessness as he stands up to slink an arm around your waist and bring you towards him while your arms automatically hang loosely around his neck, "how the rubbing of the brake pad against the brake disc generates friction..." he lowers his voice as he sits lightly on the edge of the car and gives your hips a squeeze

"mm, tell me more..." you play along, letting yoongi pull you closer so that you're settled nicely in between his legs

"i don't know, maybe i should save all the good stuff for the bedroom..."

you resist the urge to immediately start whining when you lean in only for yoongi to dodge your kiss, "hey, i like you in these baggy overalls, by the way." he suddenly changes the subject and you feel your cheeks flush when both his hands slide in through the gaps until he's able to grip your bum, "big, big fan of them-"

"you- namjoon and jungkook are right there-" you gawk, "at least have the decency to turn me around so they don't see you fully groping me-"

"they can always just close their eyes or something-"

"okay, you two, break it up-!" you hear namjoon's claps echoing from the office as he tries to get your attention and you immediately turn to look at him with a grin, "god, it's like you sick freaks want to rub it in our faces-"

"okay, i have to get to work so why don't you go and hang out with namjoon in the office?" yoongi stands up, being careful not to hit the top of his head on the hood, "he'll let you play chess on the computer if you ask nicely."

"i thought i was helping you out today!" you frown, grabbing onto his hand before waving it back and forth, "you said i did a good job handing you the tools and stuff. i'm getting better at not mixing all the different types of screwdrivers up!"

yoongi can't help but laugh at how needy you're being and he reaches up with his free hand to adjust his bandana

"i know you wanna help, but i promise you there's nothing exciting about repairing a master cylinder." he hums, reaching up to pinch your cheek playfully, "plus, don't you still have a huge research paper to work on?"

"yeah, but i'd much rather hang out with you..." you pout, yoongi cooing before leaning in to give your pushed-out bottom lip a little kiss

"we can hang out when we're both done with work."

"okay..." you purse your lips before letting go of his hand, "it's your loss. i'm a fantastic helper."

"mhm, you certainly are-" yoongi spins you around before pushing his palm against your lower back to get you to move, "now go and bug namjoon!"

you turn back to glance at yoongi one last time and he sweeps his hands at you to tell you to gO

fine!

it was getting hot in the garage anyway and namjoon always has the aircon blasting in the office

"sorry! only sad, single people are allowed in this area-" namjoon jokes as soon as you step in, gesturing to the office space with a grin, "leave or i'll have security escort you out."

"oh, stop it." you giggle, folding your arms up on the counter and leaning forward, "i keep telling you i'd be more than happy to set you up with one of my friends!!"

"i know, and that's very nice of you to offer, but i just want to find someone organically, you know?" namjoon sighs, leaning back against his chair before looking up at the ceiling wistfully, "being set up with someone doesn't feel like a natural process."

"namjoon thinks he's the main character of a shitty netflix romantic comedy." jungkook mutters, the two of you exchanging low giggles with each other

"well, if no one comes into your life organically you can always let me know and i'll- woah-" you jump in surprise when the sound of a roaring engine suddenly shatters the peaceful atmosphere and you turn around just in time to see a sleek car veering into the shop

you wince and raise a hand to shield your eyes from the bright headlights and you don't get a chance to make the first comment because jungkook beats you to it

(for the record, you were going to talk about how dramatic of an entrance whatever that was)

"oh my god. that is the sexiest car i've ever seen in my entire life." he breathes out, stepping away from the counter so he can stand by the door and get a closer look, "a 1965 mustang. nice."

"fun fact: i was actually thinking about getting a vintage mustang! i wanted an olive green one because i could've named her 'olive' which is super cute-" you nod enthusiastically, looking back and forth between namjoon and jungkook only for them to.,., completely ignore you and continue staring at the glossy mustang sitting out front

"okay, you guys, it's just a car-" you roll your eyes and let out a little snort of disbelief, "this isn't going to change your life or anything-"

a high-heel clad foot steps out of the car and onto the pavement and you immediately recognize the classic red-bottom louboutins

you actually own a pair of them as well but you rarely wear them out because you're always paranoid that you're going to topple over and snap an ankle and that would be completely mortifying

they're six inches tall!!!!

for the record, they look very nice sitting (collecting dust) on your shelf but now you're starting to think that it might be a good idea to wear them out again because this stranger makes it look like walking in them is easy breezy beautiful

"holy shit. is that lisa?" namjoon murmurs, reaching up to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "oh, wow. she..."

"i don't remember her looking like that the last time we saw her." jungkook whistles lowly, "hello, miss manoban."

"lisa- who's lisa?" you frown, tilting your head in curiosity as you watch this mysterious lisa toss her oversized sunglasses into the front seat of the car before slamming the door shut

"uh, she's just one of yoongi's exes- she actually used to work here but-" namjoon reaches over the counter so he can nudge you aside gently to get a better look, "when did she get a vintage mustang?!"

lisa leans down to look at herself in the side mirror, smearing some red lipstick over her pillowy bottom lip before rubbing her lips together and nodding satisfactorily

"guess her car-wrapping business really took off." jungkook hums, his eyes glued to the car

she seems to be moving in slow motion as she takes her hair down and shakes her head back and forth, the three of you tilting your heads at the same time as you watch her in awe

"car-wrapping?" you ask curiously, "she must spend a fortune on wrapping paper and giant bows-"

"no, obviously it's not actual wrapping- like-" jungkook huffs and you resist the urge to bop him over the head at how snappy he's being with you when he already knows you're clueless when it comes to this kind of stuff, "okay, you know how you said that if you ever got a g-wagon for yourself one day that you wanted to make it baby blue just like beeper and also matte? lisa could do that for you."

"oh! in that case, it might be nice to get a business card from her or something-" you make a mental note before shaking your head and turning back around to face namjoon, "hey, so, super casual, can we round back to the whole 'yoongi's ex' thing real quickly because i-"

"yoohoo, boys!" lisa whistles, grinning excitedly when she's suddenly joined by everyone outside one by one, "what, no one thought to roll out the red carpet for me?"

"c'mon, namjoon! let's go say hi to lisa and her vintage 'stang!!" jungkook grins, gesturing for namjoon to hurry before he's darting out the door, "lisa, hey!"

"yeah, okay!!" namjoon gets up from his seat so quickly that he sends his chair rolling back and smacking against the file cabinets, "oh, y/n-! if anyone calls, just send them straight to voicemail-"

"but i-" you don't get a chance to say anything before namjoon's brushing past you and dashing out the door as well

you don't know too much about lisa but obviously she's a pretty big deal around here

it'd probably be good for you to go and introduce yourself instead of awkwardly hanging out in the office by yourself

"hello, lisa. it's very nice to meet you. firm handshake." you mutter to yourself as you step out of the office and head towards the bustling group of boys, "hey, lisa! so great to meet you. firm handshake. hi, girlie-! nope, don't like that one-"

"-in town for business so i thought it'd be nice to swing by and visit my boys." you manage to catch the end of lisa's sentences as you join the boys, trying not to make any sudden movements to catch her attention

"you should've texted one of us or something!" namjoon pulls his phone out of his back pocket, "we could've ordered a pizza for lunch-"

you reach over to give the back of yoongi's jumpsuit a little tug just to get his attention and he glances over his shoulder at you before offering you a teasing smile and reaching back to wiggle his fingers against your stomach

you giggle lightly before swatting his hand away and he turns back to look at lisa

"well, i wanted to surprise you guys!" lisa chirps, tucking her clutch underneath her armpit before clapping her hands together, "i see nothing's changed around here... except for..." you feel your heart drop when she suddenly leans over and looks directly at you, "hello! i don't think we've ever met."

"oh, shoot- sorry, i should've introduced you sooner-" yoongi steps aside so that he isn't blocking you, "lisa, this is y/n! y/n, this is lisa." he smiles, gesturing towards lisa, "my girlfriend." he pauses and quickly shakes his head at his little flub-up, "i mean- lisa, this is y/n, my girlfriend-"

"he's definitely gonna pay for that later." jimin mutters, jungkook snickering before nudging at his side to get him to shut up

"it's super nice to meet you, y/n!" lisa doesn't acknowledge yoongi's error and she steps forward to get closer to you

she's practically towering over you but it's really just because of the stilettos

she turns her head to look at the boys and a second of silence goes by before they realize what she's asking of them and they all scatter in different directions

you give yoongi a look that basically screams S.O.S. and you resist the urge to burst into tears when he gives you a cheery thumbs up in return and trots off to go and do something else

okay

you'll be fine

you have nothing to be nervous about!

this is just yoongi's very hot ex who looks like a million bucks while you'e currently dressed like a giant toddler

it doesn't help that you're wearing what's commonly known as a 'baby tee' under these overalls

"you- yeah, you too-" you chuckle uneasily, giving her a weak handshake before pulling away with a smile, "i'm sorry, i'm a little underdressed-" you pause to gesture to the grubby overalls you have on, "i promise i look better than this most of the time..."

"oh, don't be silly. i just grabbed the first outfit i saw out of my suitcase and threw it on-" she sighs, reaching up to pick some lint off her blazer that you're pretty sure you saw in the most recent YSL spring catalog (in fact, you're pretty sure it's on your to-buy list), "so, what do you do?"

"me? i- uh, well, nothing, at the moment- i'm still studying for my undergraduate degree, so..." you shrug sheepishly, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck

for some reason you can't seem to maintain eye contact with her for more than three seconds at a time

"oh! you're still in school?"

"yeah, i- well, i'm graduating this year, so i'm almost out of school if you think about it that way- but yes. yes, i... am currently a university student, so that's what i'm doing."

"mm, cute! what are you studying?"

"history! i'm a history major and a marine biology minor." you nod, "so... the cold war and... like, sharks. something like that."

"ah, very cool."

to be honest you're not entirely sure if lisa's being sincere or not but you'll take the compliment either way

you can tell she's trying to scope you out - which is fair, because this is the first time you two are meeting and you're currently involved with someone she used to be involved with

"i'm sorry. i'm probably, like, freaking you out right now, aren't i?" lisa snorts, reaching out and placing her hand on your forearm for a split second, "i promise i'm just genuinely curious and i'm not trying to, like, interrogate you or anything. it's super nice to meet you! and honestly- i love the overalls. the little knee patches are adorable."

"oh, thank you..." you smile nervously, reaching down to glance at the mismatched patches of fabric sewn onto the knees of your overalls, "yoongi actually sewed 'em on for me! i usually wear this whenever i'm here because i'm okay with getting it dirty- i, um, i like your blazer! and your heels. and your purse- a chanel clutch is a classic!"

"ooh, someone has an eye for fashion..." lisa winks, raising her clutch and waving it slightly, "maybe after i'm done talking business with yoongi we can talk about gucci's new multicolour line-"

"oh, i have so many thoughts on gucci's new multicolour line!" you gasp, suddenly reignited with a spurt of energy, "honestly the colour scheme is very stabilo highlighters to me but we can talk about it later- i'll just be hanging out in the office, so you can find me there whenever you're ready-"

"perfect!" lisa gives you a thumbs up before pointing over to where yoongi is, "if you'll excuse me, i have to go and talk about boring things with yoongi-"

"mhm!" you watch with a smile as lisa click-clacks off towards yoongi before you spin around on your heels, giving yourself a mental pat on the back for how well you handled that interaction

lisa's actually nicer than you thought she'd be!

obviously the saying don't judge a book by its cover is very applicable here

"so... what'd you think of lisa?" namjoon joins your side before nudging you gently, "she's nice, right?"

"i like her! she seems really cool." you nod enthusiastically, pausing to glance over your shoulder to look at her from behind, "i need to ask her for tips on walking in those louboutins and how not to fall over."

"you know, i must say i'm pleasantly surprised at how you're handling this." namjoon snorts, holding back for a second to let you into the office first before he steps in behind you, "colour me impressed!"

"thank you!" you reach over to pull the lollipop jar towards you before suddenly pausing and looking back over at namjoon with a frown, "hold on a sec, what's that supposed to mean?"

"hm? oh, it's nothing." namjoon scrunches his nose, dismissing you with a flick of his wrist as he takes his seat behind the counter, "i just know that if i was in your shoes and my significant other's very attractive and very successful ex came back i would be a little antsy about it-" namjoon glances up from the computer and his eyes widen in panic when he notices that your eyes have widened in panic, "i- i mean- not that you're not very attractive and very successful- what i'm trying to say is that you have nothing to worry- you and yoongi seem like a very stable couple so-"

"do you think maybe you could tell me a bit about yoongi and lisa?" you interrupt his spiral and you feel yourself starting to get a little fidgety, "because i- i actually don't know anything about that situation-"

namjoon has a point, now that you think about it

lisa is very successful and very attractive and can walk in high heels very elegantly

and what about you?

yesterday you submitted a paper one minute before the deadline because of how much procrastinating you had done

and you haven't worn heels in forever because they just hurt so much

but lisa wouldn't complain about her feet hurting in high heels

lisa could have a hundred blisters and still walk into the room with a beautiful, red-lipped smile

"has he never told you about her?" namjoon frowns, "i feel like every couple should at least have one conversation about their past relationships."

"i think he tried to one time, but i- i dunno, you can't blame me for not wanting to sit there and listen to yoongi talking about all the girls he's been with, so i just changed the subject..." you mutter, pushing the jar away from you after pulling a strawberry lollipop out, "kind of regretting that decision now."

it's not like you have a reason to be insecure or anything, right?

your relationship with yoongi is very solid and there are certainly no trust issues or communication issues or anything of the sort

...

but he is your first boyfriend...,., and this is your first serious relationship which means you've had no prior experiences to learn from which means you're just going with the flow most of the time.,., so is it possible that you're being a little naïve right now?

"still, i don't think me telling you all the details of their relationship is a good idea because i feel like this is a conversation you should be having with yoongi-" namjoon chuckles nervously, leaning back against his chair before tucking a pencil behind his ear, "sorry, kiddo. i'm not trying to stir the pot here."

"i- oh, c'mon, joon- what's it gonna take, huh?" you reach into the front pocket of your overalls before subtly flashing a folded up hundred dollar bill, pursing your lips slightly as your eyes flicker back and forth between namjoon and your chest-money, "hm??"

"first of all, it's very concerning to me that you stash loose cash in your pocket like that. second of all, are you really trying to bribe me into telling you about yoongi and lisa?" namjoon asks incredulously

"what?! no!" you scoff, tucking the bill back into your pocket before pausing and raising an eyebrow, "...is it working?"

"no! in fact, i find it offensive that you think i'd be so easily swayed-"

"the next time i bring sushi for lunch, i'll get you your own mango shrimp tempura roll." you offer, namjoon staring at you blankly before he suddenly springs into action

"so, they used to sleep together, obviously." he clears his throat, "when lisa started working here, i kind of expected her to get involved with one of us and unsurprisingly it was yoongi, because... well, it's yoongi- i'm pretty sure it was a friends with benefits kind of thing because i remember asking him about it and he said they didn't want to put a label on it? and then at one point jimin asked lisa about it because all of us were super curious and she called it a 'situationship'... which, personally, i think is a pretty cheesy label- i dunno, they'd go out to dinners sometimes and occasionally they'd come into work together in the morning because- well, you know- uh, they were in this 'situationship' for... maybe, like, eight months? and then lisa got an opportunity to work elsewhere and she took it and they decided to call it off and fast forward to now... here we are!" namjoon claps his hands together before pressing his palm over his heart, "and i promise you that's all the information i have- well, maybe this piece of information might be useful to you: they were, like, super horny for each other all the time. like, almost outrageously horny, which i think is one of the downfalls of the relationship because you can't base a solid relationship off of animalistic sex, right? ooh, there was one time i caught them in yoongi's office and lisa was-"

"okay, i think that's enough-!" you hold a hand out to shut namjoon up and he shrugs before leaning back against his chair, "more than enough, actually-"

you weren't expecting to learn about the raw, animalistic sex yoongi had with lisa, but then again, you weren't expecting to even meet lisa at all

oh, god

should you be nervous??

you shouldn't be nervous, right??

...yeah, you're being ridiculous!

yoongi has been with other girls before and that shouldn't bother you because you didn't exist then

this has nothing to do with you!

so what if he bent her over the office table and-

okay, maybe it's time to stop thinking about this because the point is: you're fine. don't worry. everything is normal. yoongi is your boyfriend. lisa is his ex. everything is great!

"by the way, i want you to know that you honestly have nothing to worry about." namjoon suddenly chimes in as if he can read your mind, "lisa was yoongi's past but you are his present and most likely his future as well, so- seriously, don't even worry about it."

"yeah, you're right. it'd be silly of me to be upset about yoongi being with someone else when i wasn't even in the picture yet." you snort, reaching up to smack your own forehead gently, "okay! i'm feeling a little better. it would've been nice to not be informed about how horny they were for each other, but thank you for that detail-"

"yo, where are the snap ring pliers from my toolbox?" you turn just in time to see yoongi pop his head in, "i can't find them anywhere... i swear to god, everyone keeps borrowing my tools and 'forgetting' to put them back-" he rolls his eyes before looking over at you with a smile, "hi, baby-"

"hi yoongi-" you giggle, all your doubts and insecurities immediately fluttering away

see? nothing to worry about!

phEw

it feels like a weight's been lifted off your shoulders

"i think hoseok might've been using them earlier this morning." namjoon hums, "what do you need them for?"

"oh, lisa offered to help me out with the master cylinder repair and she needs 'em." yoongi points back over his shoulder, "you know how great she is with her hands-"

"woah, i thought-" your voice cracks slightly and you clear your throat, "i thought, uh- you were working on it yourself? like, i thought you didn't need any help and that's why i'm in here-"

"oh, i don't, but- well, lisa's good with fine-tuning so i might as well take advantage of her expertise while she's here." yoongi snorts before looking back over at namjoon, "you said hoseok had them?"

"yep!"

you bite down on your tongue to keep yourself from commenting any further

it's fine!

as we've already established, you have nothing to worry about.

...right?

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"and... voilà!" you smile satisfactorily to yourself after you set the scented candle down on the coffee table

the living room is going to smell like warm brown sugar and cinnamon in a few minutes and you can't wait

this is yoongi's favourite candle so you hope he'll be excited about that when he gets here :'))

you've been preparing the apartment for his arrival and lighting the candle was one of the last things on your to-do list

you still have to order dinner for tonight and you've always been awful at making decisions so you figured it'd be best to let yoongi choose instead

you haven't seen him for about a week and a half because of finals (and, being perfectly honest, you were the one who implemented this distancing rule in the first place because you know you won't be able to focus on studying when yoongi's in the apartment with you) so you're pretty pumped for tonight!!

you hum to yourself as you click on yoongi's phone number in your contacts, flopping back on the couch with a fwump! while your legs swing lazily over the arm

"hello?"

the phone picks up after a couple of rings and it takes you a second to realize that the voice on the other end certainly does not belong to your boyfriend

"he-" you pause, pulling your phone away from your ear and frowning at the unfamiliar voice before bringing it back, "um, hello?"

"hi! who's this?"

"who's this?" you point to yourself before scoffing lightly, "what do you mean who- who's this?"

"oh- oh, y/n! hey, it's lisa!" lisa greets enthusiastically and you relax a little knowing that it's just lisa, "sorry, i didn't look at the contact name before picking up- what's up?"

"well, i-" you pause again to recollect your thoughts, "um, sorry, i guess i was just expecting yoongi to pick up his own phone so i'm a little lost right now-"

"oh my gosh, don't even worry about it! yoongi's hands are super gross right now so i offered to take his call for him which is why i picked up the phone. is there something you wanted me to pass along to him?"

"yeah, you could pass his phone right along to him-" you joke before reminding yourself to keep the unnecessary cattiness to a minimum, "yeah, um- can you ask him what time he's coming over? so that i know what time to order our food and stuff? i want the food to still be nice and hot by the time he gets here, so i just need a time from him, that's all-"

"yeah, about that... i actually don't think yoongi's going to make it for dinner."

"i-" you frown, pushing yourself up so that you're leaning back against an elbow, "what? why not?"

"the thing is, i hooked him up with a bunch of clients so the poor thing's been working like a dog all day and it looks like he's going to be stuck here for a while... if you're worried about him skipping dinner, i can totally go and get some food for him if you want! there's this sandwich place a block away and i know what he likes-"

your eyes widen slightly at how... happy? lisa sounds about the fact that yoongi potentially won't be joining you for dinner and you nod to yourself as you clench your jaw

"that's- that's very kind of you, lisa-" your voice is a little pitchier than usual at this point and you clear your throat obnoxiously, "i'm sorry, i just really have to talk to yoongi for a second so if you could just, like, hold the phone up to his ear that would be okay too-"

"okay! gimme a sec." there's a bit of shuffling on the other end and you press your lips together as you wait (im)patiently, "yoongs! it's y/n... dinner... hot food... her place... clients... pretty busy tonight..."

and she even has a nickname for him

that's just downright adorable, isn't it?

"god, just give him the damn phone." you mutter under your breath, raising your other hand to inspect your cuticles as you lie back down on the couch

hm

you should probably schedule another manicure soon

"-it's okay, i can hold the phone myself- y/n?" you perk up when you hear yoongi on the other end and you can't help but kick your legs in excitement

you can't help it!!!

you haven't heard his voice in a whole week and a half!!!

"greetings, yoongs." you tease, "what time are you going to be here?" you bypass lisa's whole monologue about yoongi probably not being able to come over tonight in hopes that she'll be wrong about him ditching you to continue working, "i wanna order the food so it'll get here a little before you arrive. also, i haven't chosen what we're going to eat tonight so you're going to have to choose for us-"

"right, about that-" yoongi clears his throat, "i know i was supposed to come over for dinner tonight but- listen, i don't know what lisa did but obviously she's got a lot of connections now and the shop has literally never been this busy before..." he pauses and you hear the sound of loud clanging in the background, "you understand, don't you?"

it takes you a couple of seconds to process the fact that yoongi really won't be coming over tonight and you puff your cheeks out to keep yourself from immediately whining in protest

to say the least, you are.,.,,. very disappointed,.., but!! it won't be the end of the world, right?

you hate that lisa was right, but that's a conversation you can have with yourself another time

and if yoongi won't be here, that means you can hog all the garlic cheesy bread to yourself so maybe this is a blessing in disguise >:-)

"no, yeah, i- yeah, get it!" you nod, "i love that business is booming, i just don't love that you didn't text me or call me earlier to let me know you weren't going to come over tonight," you frown, turning your head to look at the flickering candle, "a heads up would've been nice, that's all..."

"i asked lisa to text you earlier when my hands were full... sorry, she must've forgot..."

"oh. yeah, i guess it could've slipped her mind." you respond dryly, "it would've taken, like, five seconds to text me-"

"okay, i-" you hear yoongi let out a small sigh before he speaks up again, "i'm sorry, baby, i really am- do you- i can come over now if you want me t-"

"no, it's okay! i'm sorry, i'm just-" you shake your head quickly before chuckling uneasily, "i just haven't seen you in a while so i miss you, that's all- but i'll let you get back to work now and i'll see you later?"

"yes! you are the best, you really are- look, i promise i'll be all yours as soon as i-"

"yoongi! these tires aren't going to change themselves, silly-"

"oh, c'mon-" you grumble, your teeth grinding slightly at the interruption of lisa's peppy voice in the background

"uh- yeah, in a sec-! i gotta go, doll- i'll call you later-"

"okay, b-" you don't get a chance to even say goodbye before the line goes dead and the only thing you can hear is an obnoxious beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep- "-ye."

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one of your goals for the new year was to try your best to not hold a grudge

admittedly, holding grudges is one of your specialties so it's been a little bit difficult but you think you've been doing an okay job so far!

like that time jungkook accidentally drowned you with dirty car water because he didn't see you and also he had headphones on so he couldn't hear you

you were ready to strangle him right then and there but you just took a deep breath and reminded yourself that *~deep-cleaning services exist~*

and sure, you were a little upset that yoongi couldn't make it for dinner the other night and that the two of you haven't really had a chance to have a moment alone because of how swamped he's been with work, but... well, the past is in the past and challenges like this are good for your personal growth!

plus, it's the start of a new week so you're just going to focus on the present

you try your best to keep your footsteps as quiet as possible as you approach a preoccupied yoongi from behind

he's currently sorting out all the things to do on his giant whiteboard (you bought this for the boys because you thought it'd be a good way to organize all their tasks and unsurprisingly, namjoon was the most excited about it)

"guess who?" you hold your hands over yoongi's eyes with a giddy smile and he immediately spins around to face you

"hey, what are you doing here?" yoongi asks, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before pulling away to check the time on his watch, "aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

"my history seminar was cancelled because my professor had some kind of an emergency so i thought i'd come and have lunch with you guys!" you hum, reaching over to fix the thin silver chain hanging around yoongi's neck, "i was going to pick the food up before coming here but i didn't want to just choose for everyone so i thought it'd be better to get everyone's orders first-"

"oh, you don't have to do that, baby-" yoongi shakes his head, capping the marker and dropping it back into the wire holder, "lisa actually offered to treat us to lunch- apparently there's some bagel place that has, like, a hundred different fillings-"

"lisa's here?" you interrupt, suddenly straightening your back before looking around quickly, "i... was not aware that lisa was... still here! i thought she was only here for a little while-"

"mm, she ended up extending her stay! one of her clients pushed their appointment to thursday so she came over to help out for the day."

"oh, cool." you nod, pressing your lips together as you take a second to sort through your thoughts

your nose scrunches slightly as you weigh the pros and cons of saying what you're about to say to yoongi

...

it won't kill you to ask, right?

"hey, i don't wanna, um-" you pause, "you know, i don't wanna... be that girlfriend, but... do you think that there's a slight possibility that lisa might still have feelings for you?"

a moment of silence goes by before yoongi practically barks out a laugh of disbelief

"what? lisa? no, no- that- no, don't be ridiculous." he snorts, shaking his head before turning back around to face the whiteboard, "lisa most certainly does not still have feelings for me- and, by the way, she was the one who broke things off with me, so if anything, i should be the one who still has feelings for-" he stops himself midway and presses his lips together before turning to glance at you over his shoulder, "you know, i'm hearing the words coming out of my mouth and i... am going to shut up now."

"mm, good choice." you raise a brow before shrugging, "alright, well, i just- you know, it's a possibility but if you say that lisa doesn't still have feelings for you, then i believe you-"

"alright, boys! it's chow time!"

you turn your head to see lisa waltzing into the shop carrying two large paper bags and the rest of the boys immediately rush over to her like moths to a flame

she brought bagels for lunch?

you're not trying to be biased or anything sandwiches are easier to eat, in your personal opinion

you basically have to unhinge your jaw to get a good bite of a bagel

"y/n!" lisa looks more than surprised at your presence when you and yoongi walk over the join the group, "i wasn't aware you were going to be here today- yoongi told me that you had class so i-" she pauses to set the bags down on the table, "oh my goodness, i am so sorry but i really didn't know you'd be joining us for lunch... yoongi, you could've texted me or something-"

"she just got here!" yoongi shrugs as he takes a seat at the table, "don't pin this on me-"

"ah, i probably look like such a jerk right now..." lisa winces, scratching the back of her head before reaching down to grab a bagel out of one of the paper bags, "here! you can take my bagel-"

"no, no, it's alright!" you hold your hands out before shaking them, "don't be silly, you don't have to do that- it's very nice of you to offer but i- it's alright, you go ahead and enjoy yourself!"

"oh, stop- take the bagel, y/n." lisa scoffs playfully, practically shoving the bagel into your arms before rummaging through the bags again, "i'll just share a bagel with yoongi! you don't mind, right, yoongs?"

"yeah, i had a snack earlier so i'm not, like, starving or anything-" yoongi nods, "what kind of filling is it?"

"this one is..." lisa pauses to look at the sticker on the top, "smoked salmon and dill cream cheese with capers."

"yoongi doesn't like capers." you chime in, suddenly feeling the need to prove to everyone that you know your boyfriend very well, "i remember they were sprinkled in a salad one time and he said they were too salty-"

"eh, i'll survive. i can always just pick 'em out." yoongi shrugs nonchalantly and you can't help but purse your lips in mild frustration at his response

"'atta boy! luckily, they're already sliced in half otherwise we'd have to take turns taking bites which would be weird-"

"agreed." you mutter, peeling the label off your bagel and sticking it onto the side instead

"oh, lisa! i was wondering if maybe you could help me out with some custom headlights i'm working on?" hoseok perks up, "i'm having some trouble getting the halo lights to work and i need your magic hands-"

"mhm! i can definitely check them out after lunch-" lisa grins, taking a seat next to yoongi, "anyone need a napkin?"

"yes, please!"

"i need one too-"

"pass one over here-"

you know it's silly of you to be feeling jealous over this because god knows the only thing you know about cars is that key go in and car go vroom so obviously the boys would never ask you to help them out with anything like how they're asking lisa to help out

and you're trying very hard to noT throw a self-pity party but it's getting harder and harder to not to that

(and it certainly doesn't help that there aren't any more seats left at the table)

you just can't help but feel so!!!!! inferior!!!!! compared to lisa

she's so cool and pretty and witty and obviously very knowledgable about cars

and what are you bringing to the table??

ham and cheese sandwiches??? fancy sushi rolls????

obviously not anymore because they've been replaced by these stupid bagels

this is the first time you haven't been able to throw money at a problem and you're not,.., sure.,., how you feel about it,..,

"i, uh, have to work on a paper, so i think i'm going to go and eat this in the office if anyone wants to come with?" you clear your throat quietly as you start to back away from the table slowly, "...or i can just go fuck myself, which is fine too."

you're not entirely surprised when your comment isn't acknowledged by anyone and you nod to yourself before swiftly turning on your heel and trying your best not to storm towards the office

you force your fists to uncurl and your shoulders to relax slightly but you can't help but make a face when you hear the boys laughing obnoxiously at one of lisa's jokes

of course she has to be funny as well

because the woman literally has zero flaws

you've been trying to find a reason to hate her and so far you haven't found anything negative to say

hating someone for having perfectly styled hair is a little odd

the legs of the chair screech against the floor as you pull it out and plop down

whatever

you like eating alone anyway

you unwrap the parchment paper and pick up the bagel before taking an overly aggressive bite of it, your cheeks practically bursting from how much food is currently in your mouth

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as you chew, tossing the bagel back onto the wrapper with a thunk!

...

damnit!

this is the best goddamn bagel you've ever had in your entire life!!

"phtupid phriggin' bavhel." you grumble, reaching up to wipe the sauce off the corner of your mouth before swallowing roughly, "even the mayo is delicious! god, what is this? some kind of garlic mayo-"

"oh my god. i think she's finally lost it." you jolt upon hearing jungkook's voice and you turn to see him and jimin standing at the door

"what's your problem?" jimin asks, the two of them walking over to join you at your sad, lonely table

"what? nothing. i don't have a problem." you shake your head stubbornly, "i just- i just wanted to be alone, that doesn't mean something's wrong-"

"is that why you're in here basically yelling at a bagel?" jungkook points out as he pulls out a chair and sits on your right

"i'm- i'm just stressed about- my paper. or whatever. it's whatever, i'm fine-"

"you can talk to us, you know." you frown when jungkook suddenly reaches over and in an uncharacteristic move, places both hands over yours

"is it about lisa?" jimin asks, crinkling his nose as he sits down as well, "it's about lisa, isn't it?"

"no, it's not-" you press your lips together before letting out a light laugh, "you know, i don't even have a reason to be upset about lisa, right? she's super cool and very nice and knows a lot about cars and is yoongi's age and namjoon blessed me with the knowledge that she, apparently, was a very passionate lover- so i have nothing to be upset about!" you snap, slapping your palm down on the table before wincing and cradling your hand to your chest, "...everything is fine."

"i have to say, i really don't think jealousy is a good look on you." jungkook clicks his tongue before glancing down at your feet, "i also don't know if those shoes are a good look on you- jeez, it's like the people at gucci are just pulling design elements out of a hat-"

"you are not making me feel any better, jungkook- these shoes are new!"

"ooh, you should make him jealous!" jungkook suddenly lights up and the fluorescent light hanging above you guys flickers for a second

"we're going to have to round back to my shoes later because i really don't think they're that bad-"

"you should make him jealous and give him a taste of his own medicine..." jungkook trails off, ignoring your previous comments once again, "it's what you deserve."

"i'm not- i'm not doing that." you chuckle uneasily, "are you serious? this isn't high school and getting him back would just be petty of me-"

"but it'd feel so nice to be petty, don't you think?" jungkook encourages, scooting a little closer to you with a devilish grin, "think about it, y/n. don't you wanna see yoongi get all hot and possessive over you-"

"i don't think it's a good idea." jimin chimes in, shaking his head quickly as he moves in closer as well, "because if yoongi finds out you orchestrated something just to get him back, that might create an issue of trust in the relationship, and that would be very, very bad-"

"oh, but it feels so good to be bad..." jungkook coos, poking your arm with his pointer finger, "so, so good..."

"uh, i don't think so! i'd like to argue that it feels bad to be bad-"

"don't listen to jimin, he's a wuss-"

"don't listen to jungkook, he's an idiot-!"

"okay, cut it out!" you snap, shoving your hands into both their chests to keep them from coming any closer, "i... must admit, i do want to do something to piss yoongi off because of how much he's pissed me off, but... i'm not like that, you know? and i don't want to come off as some crazy girlfriend because-" you pause when you notice jungkook's finger creeping closer and closer to your bagel and you immediately deflate as soon as you realize what's going on here, "oh my god. you guys only came in here because you wanted to try my bagel, didn't you?"

jungkook and jimin exchange knowing glances before looking up at you sheepishly

"yeah, that makes more sense-" you snort, rolling your eyes before pushing the bagel away from you, "have at it, you animals."

you lean back against your chair, stroking your chin in thought as the sound of jungkook and jimin bickering over who gets the bigger half of the bagel starts to fade out

to be petty or not to be petty, that is the question...

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(spoiler alert: the answer to the previous question is to be petty. very, very petty.) »»————- 🛠️ ————-««

"namjoon! where did you put my keys??" yoongi calls out, yanking open another drawer to rifle through its contents, "i'm supposed to pick y/n up from campus and i can't find them anywhere... i don't want her to just stand there waiting for me..."

"looking for these?"

yoongi looks up to see lisa standing by the door with his keys in her hand before she tosses them to him

"yes! you're a lifesaver, thanks-" he catches them with one hand before stepping out from behind the counter, "i thought you were leaving today? we already said goodbye to you this morning-"

"yeah, i know-" lisa chuckles as she steps into the office, "it's just that... well, i was going to just leave but i actually had something i needed to talk to you about before i left. i felt it wouldn't be fair to either one of us if i didn't say anything."

"mm. what's up?" yoongi hums, sticking his hand into the lollipop jar to pull a cherry flavoured one out

he pulls another one out before tucking it into his pocket (one for you when he picks you up!)

"well, i guess i should just go ahead and say it- just gotta rip the bandaid off-" lisa straightens her blazer before clearing her throat, "yes."

"...yes?" yoongi frowns, unwrapping his lollipop before popping it into his mouth and scrunching up the wrapper, "i'm not following. yes to what?"

"oh, don't play dumb-" lisa snorts, flicking her wrist at him, "yes, as in: i would love to rekindle our friends with benefits situationship-"

"woah, what?!" yoongi immediately chokes and he yanks the lollipop out of his mouth before patting his chest roughly, "what are you- what the hell are you talking about??"

"what do you mean what the hell am i talking about??" lisa stares at him incredulously before shaking her head, "you're the one who's been giving me secret signals all week-"

"signals-" yoongi's gawks, "what signals??"

"you know, like, how you cancelled dinner plans with her so you could be with me..." lisa croons, taking a step closer towards him

"i cancelled dinner plans with y/n so i could be with twenty cars-" yoongi inches to the side so he can make a quick getaway to run behind the counter in case lisa pounces, "which, i'm realizing doesn't make me sound like the best boyfriend but- i most certainly didn't cancel just to spend private time with you, no offence-"

"what about when we shared a bagel and you didn't complain about the capers??" lisa snaps, lunging towards yoongi only for him to quickly spin out of the way and hurry to get behind the counter

"uh, we shared a bagel because i wasn't hungry for a full bagel and i thought you weren't either, and also-" yoongi grabs namjoon's wheely chair as a makeshift barrier between him and lisa, "i'm a grown man, i'm not going to throw a fit over some friggin' capers-"

"how about when i squeezed your arm and asked you if you'd been working out and you totally flexed your arm for me??" lisa grabs the arms of the chair before yanking and aggressively rolling it behind her, yoongi's eyes widening in panic at the sudden empty space in between the two of them

"i flexed it to prove to you that i have indeed been working out-!" yoongi hops up onto the counter as soon as lisa darts towards him and he hurries to jump off so he's on the other side of it, knocking the phone and namjoon's pen holder down onto the ground in the process, "friends can ask each other if they've been hitting the gym!! i squeeze namjoon's arms all the time because his biceps are literally boulders-"

"i just feel like we have unfinished business, you know?" lisa whines, pausing for a second before bringing a hand up to bite down on the tip of her pointer finger teasingly, "plus, you have to admit that our sex was super hot-"

"are you- hello, i'm dating y/n!" yoongi gasps, "our business is finished! we have no more- we're out of business, lisa!"

"oh, c'mon." lisa raises a brow, clearly unimpressed with his reaction, "it's not going to hurt anyone to keep me as your sexy little secret- it's perfect! i only come into town, like, once or twice a year, so she won't even suspect anythi-"

"what are you- are you insane?! i'm not going to cheat on y/n-" yoongi chokes before raising his hands in defence, "lisa, you're a very beautiful woman and we do have a history, but- look, i'm sorry if i sent you mixed signals this week, that was certainly not my intention- please understand that i am very much not trying to cheat on someone who i love very much and who i'm pretty sure loves me back, so-"

"then who's that person she's so obviously flirting with right now?" lisa points over his shoulder, "also, she's barely visited you this week. what kind of girlfriend doesn't want to always be with her boyfriend??"

"first of all, space can be healthy, and second of all, she- hold on, you said flirting?" yoongi turns to look over his shoulder and out the door, tilting his head slightly when he sees you standing at the front of the garage laughing with... someone he certainly doesn't recognize...

"you can leave all of this behind and come and work for me, yoongi-" yoongi jumps when he suddenly feels hands grasping at the collar of his jumpsuit and he turns back to see lisa standing right in front of him (how did she move so quickly and quietly?!), "we can be happy together, i swear-"

"yeah, cool, just give me a second-" yoongi gently yanks lisa's hands off of him before hurrying out of the office and making a beeline right for you and this mysterious stranger

"oop- okay, he's coming this way-" baekhyun mutters, glancing over your shoulder before looking back at you, "it's show time. you ready?" he hums, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear

"what do you think? do we look convincing?" you reach down to unbutton another button on your blouse before adjusting the collar

it's taking everything within you noT to whip around to see if yoongi's just walking towards you or if he's storming towards you... because there's definitely a difference and you definitely want it to be the latter

the plan you came up with had a pretty simple formula: one handsome stranger + one flirty, oblivious y/n = one jealous yoongi

jungkook had a point about how nice it'd be to get yoongi all riled up and possessive and frankly you think you deserve it considering how dismissive he's been with you all week... which is why you were more than happy to recruit your very handsome friend baekhyun (he's very sweet / you met last semester in one of your history courses / he was more than willing to help out with your plan because he's a theatre major and this is good practice for him) to help you out with your plan!

"you're laughing like a robot." baekhyun lowers his voice, "i told you to act natural-"

"i'm being natural! ha, ha! ha! ha-ha. you're so funny, baek-" you giggle obnoxiously, reaching over to slap his chest gently, "you are absolutely the funniest person i've ever met-"

"y/n!" yoongi clears his throat loudly and you bite back a grin at the hint of annoyance you can detect in his voice, "i... thought i was picking you up from class today? i wasn't aware you hired a chauffeur!"

"oh, yoongi!" you spin around, feigning surprise as if you totally weren't expecting to see him at all, "oh, this is actually my friend- i know you've been busy so he offered to give me a ride!" you hum, stepping aside to let baekhyun step up onto the sidewalk, "baekhyun, this is yoongi-" you gesture to yoongi, "yoongi, this is baekhyun! ...my boyfriend."

you're hoping your accidental on-purpose flub-up triggers yoongi's memory of how he accidentally introduced lisa to you as his girlfriend and you're delighted to see the way yoongi's jaw drops slightly, "oh, my bad! i'm sorry, i don't know how that happened- what i meant to say was baekhyun, this is yoongi, my boyfriend. there we go."

"baekhyun..." yoongi repeats, his eyes narrowing slightly when baekhyun suddenly wraps an arm around your shoulder and gives you a squeeze "well, that's very nice of you to drive y/n all the way here. thanks for doing that, man."

"oh, it's no problem at all!" baekhyun hums, reaching over to pinch your cheek, "y/n's the sweetest and i didn't want to abandon her on campus-"

"okay, she wasn't abandoned, i was literally about to leave to pick her up-" yoongi points out, lifting his keys with a jingle before abruptly shoving them into his back pocket, "you know, y/n's never mentioned a baekhyun before. you two seem... close!"

"oh, baek and i go way back." you snort, digging your elbow into his side with a grin, "isn't that right, baek?"

baek

yoongi pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek at the fact that baekhyun still has his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you haven't made a move to shoVE it off

how can you not see that his intentions with you aren't just chummy??

he wouldn't have driven you all the way here if he didn't want to get his grubby hands under your skirt-

"we most certainly do! we made some great memories in that lecture hall- i have to say, i was, uh, pretty disappointed when i found out she was already in a relationship..." baekhyun sighs dramatically, shaking his head before looking back at you, "i would treat you right and never cancel dinner plans with you-"

"okay, i think it's time for you to go, bacon-" yoongi forces a smile on his face before reaching over to gently pull you towards him, "thank you for dropping my girlfriend off. have a good one."

"oh, no problem!" baekhyun points towards you, "hey, lemme know if you need a ride to campus on monday because i'd be happy to swing by your apartment and-"

"no, i can take her!" yoongi manoeuvres you so that you're standing behind him and basically blocked from baekhyun's sight, "i've got it from here, thanks."

"bye, baek!" you wave at baekhyun as gets into his car and he salutes at you before his right eye drops in a cheeky wink and it's at that point that yoongi really thinks he's about to lose it

what the hell was that?!

he spins around to face you as soon as baekhyun zooms off and you keep yourself from asking him why his ears have suddenly turned super red

"why are you wearing lowbuttons to class?" yoongi crosses his arms over his chest, "i thought you said you were going to use them as, like, apartment decoration."

"louboutins, yoongi." you correct, looking down at your slick stilettos, "and why can't i wear louboutins to class?"

"you wore them out to dinner one time and i ended up having to carry you back to the car because your feet were aching-" yoongi reminds you with a pointed tone, "are you telling me that you walked up and down and all around campus in those things?"

"maybe i did." you shrug, turning to stick your nose up in the air a little, "i can wear stilettos to class if i so please."

"and the miniskirt?"

"what, you don't like it?" you pout, reaching down to pick a piece of fluff off the surface, "it's new!"

it's a plain black skirt but it has a little slit on the side and you purposely bought this specific piece knowing that yoongi has expressed how much he likes you in black

"of course i like it, and obviously i'm a big fan of the heels but-" yoongi huffs, "all i'm saying is that it's a little odd- the timing is weird for your miniskirts and heels to make a sudden comeback now that you're all buddy-buddy with this backyawn-"

"it's baekhyun-"

"that's what i said!"

"you know, i don't know what you're implying here but i haven't done anything wrong-" you shrug, "are you feeling okay? maybe you need to take a nap-"

"stop being stubborn, y/n. just tell me what's going on!"

"nothing's going on!" you insist, raising your hands in defense before flicking a strand of hair over your shoulder, "everything is perfectly fine and nothing is-"

"are you leaving me for baekhyun?" yoongi interrupts, his eyes suddenly softening, "because if this is how you're telling me we're over, it's a pretty shitty-"

"what- what?? no!" you shake your head quickly, "no, of course i'm not- why would you even- okay, fine! fine, i-" you let out a breath and your shoulders drop a little, "it's just that... i don't know, it kind of feels like i've been fighting to get your attention for the whole week and i... i feel like i shouldn't have to do that as your girlfriend, you know? and i'm not... i guess i just felt like i wasn't stacking up to lisa and how cool and smart she is and- this whole week it's just felt like you're in a relationship with lisa and not me, so i... wanted to make you jealous to see if you still cared. or whatever."

"are you serious?" yoongi's eyes flutter shut and he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, "fuck, i'm sorry, ah- i'm sorry, y/n, i really am-" his brows knit together in remorse as he looks at you, "i think i just got swept up in all the new clients she was bringing in so i was focusing more on that than on noticing what was going on with you... i'm sorry. why didn't you just come and talk to me about it?"

"i didn't know how." you mutter, reaching up to scratch the side of your head, "i've never had to deal with something like this before, so... i know it was silly of me to come up with this whole thing-"

"you are my girlfriend, y/n." yoongi reminds you, his voice softening, "not lisa. it's you." he reaches over to hook a finger under your chin so he can get you to look at him, "i promise i only have eyes for you, pretty girl. you still love me?"

"god, yoongi-" you feel your cheeks flush at the nickname and you roll your eyes playfully before turning your head, "yeah. duh."

"oh, you silly thing..." he tuts, pulling you in for a hug and propping his chin up on the top of your head, "i'm sorry, baby. i really didn't mean to make you feel like that..." he pulls away and reaches down to glide his finger down the bridge of your nose before poking the tip, "i hope you can forgive me for being a shitty boyfriend."

"i'll forgive you if you forgive me for pretending to flirt with someone else." you smile sheepishly, yoongi grinning before nodding in agreement

"deal." he wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you head back towards the direction of the office, "so you really went through all that trouble just to make me a little jealous?" yoongi grins, "just for a little bit of attention? as if i'm not already all over you when we're alone-"

"well, it worked, didn't it?" you take your bottom lip in between your teeth as you squish your cheek against yoongi's shoulder and look up at him, "my acting skills are not half bad, if i do say so myself-"

"oh, shit, uh-" yoongi suddenly stops in his tracks when he sees lisa step out of the office and he spins around so that his back is facing her, "not to make you worry, but you should probably know that lisa's somehow convinced that i've been secretly flirting with her all week because i want to become friends with benefits again and she almost, like, body-slammed me in the office- also, if namjoon asks, tell him a raccoon snuck in and that's why his desk is a mess and his pens are all over the floor-"

"wait, what?!" your brows knit together and you're about to lean over to look at lisa but yoongi quickly reaches out and grabs onto your shoulders to keep you in place

"-yeah, so i'm going to lay you down on the hood of that car now because doing something extreme is probably the only thing that'll prove to her that she's wrong and i am very desperate to show her that she's wrong-"

"lay me down on the- and do what?! yoongi-!" you don't get much of a chance to say anything else before yoongi's suddenly bending down to pick you up off the ground in one swift movement, his fingers digging underneath your thighs as he lays you down on the hood of the nearest car, "yoongi-! you can't just-"

"shush!" yoongi hisses, pressing his lips against yours to shut you up promptly

"mmvph-"

it doesn't take you very long to melt into the kiss once you realize you haven't kissed yoongi like this in like a week and a half and you can't help but smile at the familiar faint taste of cherry you're getting from him

yoongi's warm hand slides down from your waist so he can hitch your left leg up against his hip, one of your heels slipping from your foot and clattering onto the floor

your senses are so clouded with yoongi cherry yoongi cherry that you nearly forget the two of you aren't alone (and also, all of this is definitely being recorded on the security cameras right now)

"hey, so- i- i'm gonna get going-" lisa announces loudly as she stands at a good distance away from the two of you, her eyes looking up towards the ceiling so that she doesn't have to watch the way yoongi's kissing down your neck, "i have to check out of my hotel, so-"

"yeah, sounds good!" yoongi pulls away for a second and shoots a quick thumbs up over his shoulder, "see you later, pal!"

"bye, lisa!" you chime in, giving her a wave even though she isn't looking at you and is really trying to double-time it to her car, "it was so nice meeting you!"

the two of you watch silently as lisa practically leaps into her mustang, the sound of the engine revving before she quickly speeds off like she just remembered she left the oven on at home

you turn your head to look up at yoongi before scoffing lightly, hooking a finger against his chain to pull him back down towards you, "you're ridiculous, you know that?"

"yeah, i know-" yoongi's nose crinkles before he offers you a boyish smirk and a half-hearted shrug, "you love it, though."

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[yong-bbokari]

a/n: so, I was bored and then decided to write this for some reason. Just to remind you guys, this is my opinion. But if you guys have any other thoughts, feel free to tell me what you think. Politely, please.

i think the original idea to this came from tik tok but I cannot remember who's the OP. I'm sorry.

There's an YouTube link of the song on the titles if you guys want to listen.

...

BTS as Arctic Monkeys songs.

TAEHYUNG

Song: Arabella

Album: AM

...

"(That's magic) in a cheetah print coat

(Just a slip) underneath it I hope

(Asking if) I can have one of those

(Organic) cigarettes that she smokes

(Wraps her lips) 'round a Mexican coke

(Makes you wish) that you were the bottle

(Takes a sip) of your soul and it sounds like

Just might have tapped into your mind and soul

You can't be sure"

YOONGI

Song: One For The Road

Album: AM

...

"So we all go back to yours

And you sit and talk to me on the floor

There’s no need to show me round, baby

I feel like I’ve been here before

I’ve been wondering whether later

When you tell everybody to go, will you pour me one for the road?

The mixture hits you hard

Don’t get that sinking feeling, don’t fall apart

Some out of tune guitar

Soundtrack to disaster"

JIMIN

Song: Dangerous Animals

Album: Humbug

...

"Been fighting with my sheets and nearly crying in my sleep

Yes I'm battling that well told gripe

The most frustrating type

You should have racing stripes

The way you keep me in pursuit

You sharpen the heel of your boot

And you press it in my chest

And you make me wheeze

Then to my knees you do promote me

I'm pinned down by the dark"

NAMJOON

Song: Fire and The Thud

Album: Humbug

...

"And does burden come to meet ya

If I've questions of the feature that rolls on your dream reel?

The day after you stole my heart

Everything I touched told me it would be better shared with you

And now you're hiding in my soup

And this book reveals your face

And you're splashing in my eyelids

As the concentration continually breaks"

HOSEOK

Song: All My Own Stunts

Album: Suck it And See

...

"Been watching cowboy films, on gloomy afternoons

Tinting the solitude

Put on your dancing shoes

And show me what to do

I know you've got the moves

All my own stunts

High noon changed it's tune

Linking arms, syncing hearts"

SEOKJIN

Song: Batphone

Album: Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino

...

"It's the big night in Tinsel City

Life became a spectator sport

I launch my fragrance called Integrity

I sell the fact that I can't be bought

Have I told you all about the time that I got sucked into a hole

Through a handheld device?

I will flashback now and again, but I'm usually alright

Thankfully, the process has been simplified

Since the last time you tried"

JUNGKOOK

Song: Stop The World Cause I Wanna Get Off With You

Album: Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High

...

"Well I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do

With the exception of you I dislike everyone in the room

And I don't wanna lie, but I don't wanna tell you the truth

Get the sense that you're on the move

And you'll probably be leaving soon

So I'm telling you,

Stop the world 'cause I wanna

Get off with you"

.....

I really hope you guys enjoyed this. Please, feel free to request anything.

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[btsqualityy]

Fools Rush In: Chapter 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Strangers-to-lovers, age gap!AU (reader is 30, Jungkook is 23), Angst, smut, fluff

Summary: You deliver the news to Jungkook and he makes his own decision.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 2.1K

Two weeks later, you found yourself staring blankly at the large number “25″ that was on the front door of what you had recently found out was Jungkook’s apartment. 

You had come to Seoul to compete in the Korea Open so you decided to try and look Jungkook up. You had Yoongi get in touch with some of the organizers of the French Open in order to get his information and luckily, he lived in an apartment right in the city. 

Even though you had made the decision to keep the baby and raise them alone if you had to, you did feel as though Jungkook deserved to at least know so that he could make his own decision. That’s why you had been standing in front of his door for the better part of 10 minutes, trying to work up the courage to knock on the damn door. 

Just as you raised your hand to knock, the front door flew open, almost making your heart beat out of your chest. 

“Are you the delivery woman?” A tall, broad shoulder man asked and you shook your head as you lowered your hand.

“No. I’m actually looking for Jeon Jungkook,” you replied. 

“Ah, he’s inside,” the man told you. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, thank you,” you smiled, waiting until the man had stepped aside before you walked inside and slipped off your sandals. 

“I’m Jin, Jungkook’s roommate,” Jin introduced himself as he shut the front door. 

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you said. 

“Wait, you play tennis right?” 

“Yeah, that’s me,” you nodded.

“I though you looked familiar!” Jin exclaimed, making you laugh. “What are you doing here to see Jungkookie?”

“Uh, I’m just,-”

“Hey hyung, was that the food?” Jungkook asked as he strolled out of his bedroom, walking over to the front door before freezing in his spot when he saw you. “Y/N, hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled, lifting your hand and waving a little. 

“What are you doing here?” He wondered as he paced over to you. 

“I’m sorry for just popping up like this but I needed to talk to you,” you stated seriously as you looked at him and although you could tell from the raising of his brow that he was confused, he turned to look at Jin. 

“Can you give us a second hyung?” Jungkook requested and Jin nodded.

“It was nice meeting you Y/N,” Jin smiled and you nodded to him before he walked away and stepped into another room next to the one that Jungkook had come out of. Once the door closed behind him, Jungkook looked at you again. 

“Do you want to come sit down?” He offered, gesturing to the couch. 

“Sure, thanks,” you murmured as you walked over to the couch, sitting down on the edge and Jungkook sat himself down next to you. 

“So, how have you been?” He wondered. “It’s been like three months since the French Open right?”

“Yeah, and I’ve been ok,” you shrugged. “Just getting ready for the Korea Open.”

“Oh, you’re competing in that?” 

“Yep.”

“You’re gonna kill it,” he smiled and you couldn’t help the way that your cheeks warmed up at the praise.

“Thanks,” you chuckled. “What about you, how have you been?”

“Good, good, can’t complain,” he said. “Just been working a lot but that’s it really.”

“Still doing photography?”

“Yeah, that’s what helps pay my half of the bills,” Jungkook laughed. “I’m sure you didn’t come here just to ask me about photography though.”

“I didn’t,” you giggled awkwardly. “So, do you remember the night of the French Open, when we spent the night together?”

“Don’t I?” He smirked. “I was a little miffed that you left without saying goodbye but I figured that the whole “drunken one night stand” thing wasn’t typical for you.”

“It’s not and I’m sorry for that, by the way,” you apologized. “I kind of panicked when I woke up.”

“I get it, don’t worry about it,” he waved his hand dismissively. “But why are you asking if I remember that night?”

“Well, um, I kind of...maybe....might’ve gotten pregnant that night,” you revealed. 

“Yeah right,” he laughed loudly. “Be serious Y/N.”

“That’s the terrifying thing Jungkook, I am being serious,” you insisted. “I’m pregnant.” The smile slowly slipped off of Jungkook’s face as he realized that you weren’t joking, and you watched as he abruptly stood up from the couch and began to pace the length of the living room. 

“What the fuck?” He muttered. “We used a condom.”

“It had to have broken.”

“You’re a woman that plays sports, wouldn’t you be on birth control?”

“I haven’t been in a committed relationship in two years and I don’t do the whole “one night stand” thing, remember?” You explained. 

“You literally disappeared on me and had me wondering if the whole night that we spent together even fucking happened and then suddenly, you show up and tell me that you’re pregnant,” he huffed, pausing his pacing in order to look at you. “I’m just supposed to accept this?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in and it’s out of nowhere,” you began. “It only takes one time though. So yes, I am pregnant and you’re the father. I thought you deserved to know.”

“So does that mean you’re going to keep it?” He questioned and you nodded your head. 

“Yes, I am.”

“I don’t think I can be a father right now Y/N,” he sighed, resuming his pacing. “I just graduated from university and I’m up to my eyeballs in fucking debt that I only just started paying back and I’m only 23! I can’t be anyone’s father at 23!”

“Look, you don’t have to be involved,” you said and he stopped in his tracks. “I only came here to tell you. I can raise the baby on my own if I have to.”

“And what, I’m left to be the big bad guy who isn’t in his own kid’s life?” 

“Any decision that you make going forward is your own,” you told him. “I didn’t want you to find out somewhere else because I am going to have to go public with my pregnancy eventually, and I didn’t want to keep the baby from you if you did want to be involved. I just wanted to tell you so that you could make an informed decision, that’s all.”

Just then, a door opened and Jin walked back into the living room. 

“Hey Jungkook-ah, Taehyung said that he wants to go out for dinner so I canceled takeout, that ok?” Jin asked and it took Jungkook a few seconds to focus before he looked over at his hyung. 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jungkook agreed easily. 

“I should get going,” you suddenly said, getting up from the couch and reaching into your purse, pulling out a card before walking over to Jungkook and handing it to him. “This has my number and the address of where I’m staying for the next few weeks on it. Take all of the time that you need to think things through and then let me know.”

“Alright,” he replied and you gave him a small, closed mouthed smile before walking to the front door and letting yourself out. 

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“Y/N’s pregnant,” Jungkook confessed, two bottles of soju deep into dinner, which caused both Jin’s and Taehyung’s eyes to widen. “And I’m the father.”

“Tennis legend Y/N L/N?” Taehyung asked for confirmation and Jungkook nodded. 

“That one.”

“How the hell did you hook up with her?” Jin laughed. 

“Met her at the French Open, we talked for a little bit, and then went back to my hotel room,” Jungkook replied. “I woke up the next morning and she was gone so I didn’t think much of it. It was just a one night stand, you know?”

“Is that why she showed up and why you’ve had a bottle of soju in your hands since we got here?” Jin wondered and Jungkook nodded again. 

“Yep.”

“Well, are you gonna be involved?” Jin asked. 

“I’m not sure,” he admitted, yelping when Jin reached over and smacked the back of his head.

“What the hell do you mean, you’re not sure?” Jin scoffed. “You can’t just have a child out in the world that you don’t know.”

“Wait hyung, just because Jungkook consented to sex doesn’t mean that he consented to having a baby,” Taehyung pointed out.

“He consented to the possibility of having a baby when he didn’t protect himself and wrap his dick up,” Jin shot back. 

“Actually, I did but it broke,” Jungkook muttered before taking another gulp of soju. “It’s not like I don’t want to be there though. In fact, my first instinct is to call her and tell her that I’ll be there for whatever she needs.”

“What’s stopping you then?” Taehyung questioned. 

“She’s just...she’s one of the biggest athletes in the world and she’s gonna go down in history as one of the greats while I’m just a 23 kid who doesn’t even know where my life is going. She has it all together and she doesn’t really need me. Hell, she might even be better off without me.”

“It’s not about if she needs you or not though, it’s about you being there for your child,” Jin told him. 

“She said that she could raise the baby alone if she had to,” Jungkook mentioned. 

“Just because she can, it doesn’t mean that she should have to,” Jin stated and for some reason, that sentence stuck with Jungkook as he swallowed down the rest of the soju that was in the bottle. 

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A few days after you showed up to his apartment, Jungkook couldn’t get you or the baby out of his mind. He never expected to be in this situation at only 23 years old but the more that he thought about it, he realized that he wasn’t completely...afraid of it like he first thought he was. 

Sure, he somewhat freaked out when you first told him and then went into catatonic shock afterwards but the more that he thought about it, the easier it became for him to warm up to the idea. 

Jungkook always wanted kids and even though the two of you weren’t married and weren’t a traditional couple by any means, he knew that you could be a good mother. You were determined, hardworking, and passionate and those were all qualities that he admired in a person. He figured that if he were going to have an unexpected baby with anyone, then why not it be you? 

He was also a person that believed in fate and destiny. If he managed to get you pregnant despite the two of you using protection and you still chose the keep the baby even before knowing if Jungkook was going to be involved or not, it all had to be a part of some larger plan that neither of you were privy to. 

In the end, that was the thought that he decided to put trust in and that led to him finding the card that you had given him, dialing your number. 

“Hello?” You answered a little breathlessly.

“Y/N, it’s Jungkook,” he said. “Did I call at a bad time?”

“Not at all, I was hitting the ball around with my coach,” you chuckled. “That’s why I’m out of breath.”

“Ah ok,” he nodded. “Well, I just wanted to call you because I’ve been thinking a lot about you and the baby, and I’ve decided that I want to be involved in their life.”

“Really?” You gasped softly.

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t just let you raise them by yourself when you didn’t create them by yourself,” he sighed. 

“I don’t want you to feel forced though, Jungkook,” you explained. “I know that this is a weird situation but I don’t want you to resent me or worse, the baby. I meant it when I said that I can do this own my own if need be.”

“Just because you can do it on your own, doesn’t mean that you should,” Jungkook pointed out, echoing what Jin had told him and you just smiled softly to yourself. “You’re gonna have to be patient with me though, because I don’t have the slightest idea of how this whole parenting thing goes.”

“That makes two of us,” you giggled. “But we’ll figure it out together, ok?”

“Alright,” he agreed.

“I have my first doctor’s appointment in three days, on Thursday and you are welcome to come if you want,” you offered. 

“You haven’t had a doctor’s appointment yet?”

“I couldn’t get one in the States before I had to leave to come here for the Open so I just figured that I’d wait,” you told him. 

“Oh ok. Well, yeah,” he replied. “I’d love to come.”

“Cool. I’ll text you the details, ok?”

“Ok. Bye Y/N,” he said. 

“Bye Jungkook,” you smiled before hanging up the phone. As Jungkook pulled his phone away from his ear, he couldn’t help but to feel oddly at ease about the whole situation. He felt deep down that everything would be ok, and he just hoped that it actually turned out that way as well. 

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if I can never give you peace — two || Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader // Word count (chapter): 5.8k // Genre: Mafia AU, Hybrid AU, enemies to lovers // Ao3

↳ It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and the girl’s father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

Until he comes back.

Warnings and tags (chapter): Descriptions of violence, Threats, kind of dark in general

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The car is late, you think as you smooth over the fabric of your skirt, your mouth twisted in a disapproving scowl. Annoyance is one of the few emotions that ever appear on your face, and you don’t even bother to hide it. You have only been standing there, waiting, for a few minutes, but it already disrupts your perfectly well-oiled routine. This is just one of the many changes that have come with Jungkook taking over, but it could be the one you are the least fond of.

You used to have the routine down to a T. You knew exactly when to leave your apartment so that the car would stop in front of you right as you reached the pavement. There were small hiccups every now and then — traffic, last-minute phone calls —, but most of the time, it went perfectly. You liked that. Having that kind of control, when your life had always been completely out of your hands, was comforting.

That went out the window the day you started working for Jungkook.

When the car stops in front of you, five minutes, that’s three-hundred seconds, after the agreed-upon time, you take a short breath before opening the door and stepping in.

There, of course, is your new boss, sitting with his legs widely spread on the leather seat. He changed your discreet sedan for a limousine, which you find obnoxious, but you didn’t protest. You liked to think that you were better than that at picking your battles

“Mr. Jeon,” you say with a nod, voice even.

Jungkook grins when you call him that. You know he enjoys the title, the power it indicates, particularly since hybrids are supposed to only ever have the same last name as their owners.

“Lot of work to be done today,” he comments, and you know he’s just saying that to rile you up. You used to report to Mr. X, but you worked on your own more often than not. Now, you’re basically Jungkook’s glorified secretary. You wouldn’t particularly mind the change if it didn’t mean that you had to sit and watch him superbly ignore your carefully crafted schedule, as he had every single day for the past week.

“Indeed,” you reply without batting an eyelid. “This morning, you have a meeting with Suga,” this one he should go to, he never misses them, “then you are supposed to eat with Fred Lucas,” chances were he wouldn’t show up to that and make you take him to a fancy restaurant instead, and you would be the one to have to handle the situation with him, “and later today I think it would be important for you to pay a visit to the Mystery Room.” That place was one of the few legal aspects of the business at the moment, if you ignore the drugs that get sold there, and it was not a location you should lose right now. “They have been quite… difficult, since the change in direction.”

That last one is new, and you’re not sure how Jungkook will react to it. Of course, there is plenty more work to do, but you’re trying out new methods to get him to do at least what really matters. You don’t understand why he would hire you if he doesn’t let you do your job, but hey, at least you’re alive. And so is your family.

You don’t know how long that will last, though. Unless Jungkook seriously gets his act together, it won’t take long for someone to think that they can do the same thing he did, and have him murdered. You’re even mildly surprised it hasn’t happened yet. That’s the thing, when a leader gets killed. It weakens the whole structure, and it gives people ideas.

The grin disappears from Jungkook’s face and he nods gravely at that last piece of information. That catches your eye, because it’s new. You tell yourself that maybe, just maybe, he spent the last week riding the high of his victory against Mr. X, and that he will be efficient if there’s trouble, at least.

“Cancel that second thing,” he says. “I want to eat at that restaurant I went to last week. You should get me a reservation there.”

Or not.

“But you can go meet him,” he adds, and you blink.

“Mr. Lucas is expecting to see you,” you say, in case you weren’t clear.

“And he doesn’t get to demand my presence like that,” Jungkook snaps. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from wincing. His voice sounds harsh, cutting. Dangerous. “Did he think that I’d go ask for treats because a human joined us? That’s not how that shit works.”

Okay. He’s not wrong here, but you don’t know about this— approachto the situation. Fred is, indeed, one of the two human leaders who decided to immediately join Jungkook when the news of the death of Mr. X and the uprising of hybrids in various parts of your branches in the city spread. You wouldn’t be surprised if he expected a treatment of favor for that, too, but you’re not sure letting him know how little his gesture was appreciated was the way to go.

“I don’t think—”

“He’s replaceable,” Jungkook says with a dismissive movement of the wrist. “I’ll swap him for one of my men the second he makes a mistake. It would be a lot better if no one forgot that.”

The look he gives you makes his message crystal clear. You feel your mouth getting dry, but you know nothing is showing in your expression, and that at least is a relief.

“I’ll go to the meeting and get you your reservation, then,” you say, pulling out your phone. “Does the rest of the schedule work for you?”

Jungkook frowns, and the tiniest feeling of satisfaction spreads in your chest. You know he’s just applying pressure and waiting for you to crack, but you won’t.You’re used to contorting yourself to please everyone. You’ve made it work for years, and it will take much more than those childish games for you to snap.

Or, at least, that’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the past week.

“Fine.” Then he closes his eyes and leans back in the seat. You raise an eyebrow at the sight. You know it’s not because he trusts you, but because he doesn’t think you have the guts to do anything to him — and because, even if you did, he’s pretty confident he wouldn’t have any trouble stopping you. You hate that you find something endearing in that vision. Jungkook was genetically designed to be handsome, and he is.More than that, though, when you look at him right now, even though his long bunny ears are skillfully hidden under a headband, he looks cute.

And he could — and would — take less than a second to snap your neck.

“This afternoon should be fun at least,” he mumbles under his breath, and you hide your grimace.

Shit. That can’t be good.

It’s been clear to you from the very first day that Suga knows exactly what he is doing. It’s also been clear that this isn’t his scene. Being at the forefront of operations, taking the lead — it’s obvious that he would much rather stay in the shadows. You’re not sure how important he was to Jungkook’s organization before, since no one has bothered trying to inform you of that, but you suspect that he’s usually more the type to be in the field.

Right now, though, he’s standing in front of a small group, exposing what the recent developments have been. Sitting behind Jungkook, you listen to him attentively. Those reunions should become less frequent, but right now things could still change completely, and you cannot afford to be taken by surprise.

You are, however, starting to feel less and less comfortable with the fact that nothing seems to be coming out of them. Sure, Yoongi informs you of the people who have sided with Jungkook and of those who are openly opposed to him — a minority, so far — but there is a large group in between that seems to be in no hurry to take position. And you don’t like it.

It hasn’t been long since Jungkook has taken over, but you should at least have gotten someintel by now. You’re not sure what isn’t working here. For now, you don’t want to risk provoking anyone by offering your services. Worry is starting to gnaw at you, though. You could all be driving into a dead-end street at full speed, and that stupid struggle you’re having with Jungkook just isn't worth dying over.

“So not much has changed,” Jungkook comments, tapping his fingers onto the table. He looks nonchalant, but you notice a muscle in his jaw twitching. You wonder if he understands more than he lets on.

“Things have been stagnant,” Yoongi admits without batting an eye. “There hasn’t been any open rebellion, but communication is lacking.”

“That needs to get better.”

“We’re working on it.”

They probably are, but it doesn’t look like that’s going well. Word has reached your ears that some of the branches have been keeping hybrids at bay as discreetly as possible.

“What about that Mystery Room thing?” Jungkook asks, frowning. “What’s going on over there?”

“The what?” Yoongi frowns.

Jungkook looks puzzled — pissed, actually — for a second, then glances at you over his shoulder, and the attention of the whole room suddenly shifts to you. You straighten your back, swallow.

“The owner of the bar has missed a payment to us,” you state calmly, “and it seems that he has no intention of making it and is trying to get out of his contract with us. It would be better if we didn’t lose it right now.”

“What do you mean, ‘it seems’?” Yoongi asks, narrowing his golden eyes at you. His voice sounds more like a hiss, and this time, you struggle to hide your reaction. You haven’t forgotten what it felt like, when you thought he was going to kill you. It’s affected you more than you’d like to admit.

“I have a contact who—”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, and you close your mouth.

“I’m going there today,” Jungkook informs him, and Yoongi nods.

“I’ll be around.”

The two men have a silent exchange of looks. Their relationship is somewhat atypical, not something Mr. X had with anyone. It looks like they genuinely rely on and trust each other. You suppose someone else would find it touching, but you don’t have it in yourself. Especially not when that means they both have it out for you.

“Haven’t you been following what we’ve been talking about here for the past week?” Jungkook snarks at you, and you blink. “Any information you get from now on needs to get to Suga so he can factor it in.” At that, you give him a disbelieving look. That just won’t work. It can’t. Not for the first time, you wonder how much he underestimates you, exactly. If he knew anything about the way you work, about how many contacts you have and how much information you’re usually juggling with, he would never ask that of you.

Yet you nod. You don’t know yet if you’ll send a believable amount of intel to Suga, or just absolutely drown him under it until they tell you to stop, but once more, this just isn’t worth fighting over.

Especially when fighting over something can so easily mean dying over it, in your current situation.

“Will do, Mr. Jeon.”

He looks displeased, and you know it’s because all he’s waiting for is for you to slip.

“I shouldn’t even bring you to these meetings. You’re not even taking any notes. That’s fucking useless.”

It takes everything in you to bite back a scoff at that. You could tell him you don’t need to take notes when Yoongi is talking about minimal changes in a landscape you know on the tip of your fingers, that maybe you would if he said anything of value, and that this wouldn’t be an issue if people actually feared him.

You marvel at how annoyed that quip makes you. You suppose you don’t like it when your competence is questioned. You don’t like the threat either, though. You don’t want to risk falling out of the loop.

“I’ve gotten you a reservation at that restaurant,” you say. “If things are done here, I’ll be on my way to meet Mr. Lucas.”

Changing the subject. Deflecting. Trying your best to live to see another day. It seems like it’s all you’ve been doing for the past week. You know you can keep it up for a long time, you’re patient enough. You also know that this game is set up to make you lose.

Right now, as Jungkook looks at you, clearly not amused by your attitude, there is a terrifying moment during which you fear that he might just drop the charade. The only point of this whole thing is to get rid of you. He could decide he only wants to do that any second.

“Yeah, right. Be on your way.”

He dismisses you like you’re some low lackey, but that, at least, isn’t anything new, and you know how to handle it. You bow politely, then exit the room.

“You really wanna keep her around?” Yoongi asks once you’re gone, and Jungkook groans.

He doesn’t know why he had expected you to break easily. He’d seen you work for Mr. X, do that same shit he makes you do and survive as long as you had, so he should have known you’d be good at it. He supposes he’d been used to you making decisions for him, back then, and had thought that was a normal thing for you, that you wouldn’t enjoy being in the position of taking orders. But you were, after all, just someone who worked for others that whole time.

Not that he gives a fuck about it. He couldn’t care less why you did the things you did. All he wants is to give you a taste of your own medicine. Dangling a false chance of survival in front of your eyes and let you handle the rest yourself. So as long as you push through… well. He’ll let it slide.

It’s not like you can keep doing it forever anyway.

Fred Lucas worries you. He’s always smiled too widely, been too loud, made too many jokes. You know Mr. X considered him to be some sort of buffoon, but also kept his distance from him. Mr. X didn’t like people who pretended to wear their hearts on their sleeves.

“Always a pleasure to see you, (Y/N),” he greets you warmly when you walk up to him and you give him a nod. If he’s upset that Jungkook isn’t there, he doesn’t show it, just like you don’t show your distaste for his use of your first name. “I’d like to discuss with just you, though,” he adds, eyeing Hector, who’s standing beside you. The fact that you still have him by your side is the only good thing that has come from working for Jungkook so far.

You don’t like that. You’re all too aware of the fact that this is his land, and that the only reason why he’s saying that is that Hector is a hybrid. If that gets back to Jungkook, it wouldn’t be good for Fred — but you don’t think he’ll go down without a fight. You glance at Hector, who looks as placid as always and offers no help. The gears in your head are turning fast. Before, you were protected by how indispensable you were considered by Mr. X. That is clearly not the case anymore, but Fred likely isn’t aware of that. Yet.

On the other hand, sending Hector away would show weakness, and you can’t afford that.

“Hector goes where I go,” you say.

Fred’s smile widens even more.

“Of course, of course, can’t trust anyone those days, can you?”

You wonder if it’s a jab at you and how quickly you changed sides, but he is more or less in the same position, so you could just be paranoid.

“Come on, come on in, let’s get ourselves a drink.”

You don’t want a drink, but you do follow him in. The sooner you do that, the sooner you will be out of here.

Fred has a lot of things to say. Most of it isn’t relevant to anything that is happening right now, but you’ve never been able to tune things out. You always worry you’ll miss an essential piece of information. So you listen as he babbles about his business — getting weapons in and out of the city, something he is decently good at — but also about his family, his friendships, and his favorite kind of alcohol. You let him pour you a glass, even if you have no intention of touching it.

“I hear you,” you manage to interrupt him, “but I am curious to know why you wanted a meeting with Mr. Jeon. It seems to me that you have the situation here under control.”

Flattery has always worked on Fred, and you have no issue in using that against him.

“Of course we do,” he gloats. “It’s just— There are a lot of rumorsfloating around those days, you know?”

You do know. You suspect Fred has heard the same things as you. You also suspect most people have been very careful not to let those things reach Yoongi’s ears.

“People are talking about a ‘human opposition’ forming,” Fred gasps dramatically. “Can you believe it? Some people are really not happy about being led by a hybrid.”

That seems to be more concrete than what you’ve heard, which means that Fred could be exaggerating things… or that he was contacted to join that opposition. And you don’t like that second possibility, not at all. You trust Fred about as far as you can throw him, and that means you certainly don’t trust him to not try and play both sides.

“That was to be expected,” you reply calmly. “I do not doubt that Mr. Jeon knew such a reaction was coming.”

Fred narrows his eyes at you, trying to gauge what you knew then and what you know now. Which isn’t much, but that’s not something you plan to let slip out.

“Do you know of anything specific?”

You see from the glint in Fred’s eyes that he knows the game is on. If you know something and he doesn’t tell you, he will look suspicious, but he could also reveal too much, and you doubt he wants to play his cards so soon.

“I— don’t, unfortunately,” he finally says, and you nod. Either he hasn’t heard of the Mystery Room, or he is voluntarily hiding it from you. Regardless, that limits how useful he is to you. “But the word on the street is that Jungkook may not know what he’s doing all that well.”

You send him a sharp glance. He’s taking a risk in telling you that, you both know it. That doesn’t make the information any less precious.

“I see. And, again, I don’t suppose you know where this— ‘word on the street’ is coming from?”

He shrugs, a true picture of innocence, and maybe you’d have believed it if Fred hadn’t been in the business for longer than you. He knew, he just wasn’t telling because he wanted to preserve his opportunities if something happened.

“I have to go, then. Thank you for the drink, Mr. Lucas.”

“Please,” he says, holding out his hand. “Call me Fred.”

That won’t be happening.

“Goodbye, Mr. Lucas.”

Once you’re out, you take a second to collect yourself, Hector following like a shadow and waiting for you silently.

“Is everything okay?” he asks after you’ve mulled over the conversation that just happened for several minutes.

“It’s fine,” you say as a reflex. You couldn’t stop thinking about how Fred had taken a gamble when he’d proclaimed his allegiance to Jungkook. He’d bet on him coming out on top, and yet you didn’t trust it. You couldn’t think of a reason why he would do that instead of carefully waiting to see how things would go, like everyone else. You didn’t like this. Not one bit. “We need to get to Mystery Room,” you add.

“Of course,” Hector nods, gesturing towards the limo, and you don’t bother repressing a groan this time.

“God. That’s so tacky.”

That brings a smile to Hector’s lips, but you don’t smile back. You never do. Instead, you climb in, roll your eyes at the whole thing, and let yourself be driven away. You can’t come to a conclusion about Fred Lucas just yet, but you have no intention of forgetting about him either.

It takes you a few seconds, once you’re out of the car, to understand that something isn’t right. You’ve never been good with feelings — instincts, as hybrids call them — and the air doesn’t feel particularly tense or charged to you. Hector stands a little close to you for comfort, and you piece things together from there. There are a few cars around, but not too many, which isn’t surprising considering it’s the middle of the afternoon. Still, you can hear voices from inside, and you know there’s an argument going on there.

“Let’s go,” you say with a decided nod, and Hector leads the way, shoulders tense, ready to pounce if needed. You trust him to do his job, and that’s a lot, coming from you.

You frown when you walk into the bar, taking a few seconds to let your eyes get adjusted to the lack of luminosity, and that frown only deepens when you hear the argument going on and recognize Jungkook’s voice. God. The concepts of subtlety and discretion are completely lost on him, aren’t they?

Making your way through the room, you try to evaluate the situation. Yoongi is leaning against a table, looking bored out of his mind, though you’re sure he doesn’t miss anything from what is going on in the room. As if to prove your point, his golden eyes flick towards you for a second when you approach, before looking away, clearly uninterested. Other than him, it seems that the only other people present are the owner and various employees. You think it’s stupid and dangerous that they showed up here basically alone but, for the millionth time today, you grit your teeth and don’t say anything.

There are five men around, including the bouncer and a security guard. They’re probably armed, and that’s to say nothing of anyone you cannot see. Outside of Yoongi, though, no one pays attention to you, not until the bartender asks loudly “Mojito, as usual, Miss (L/N)?”

It’s a bit early for that, actually, but you give him a nod. The Mystery Room isn’t quite your scene — you’ve always been one to prefer classy restaurants — but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re well-known here, and everywhere, actually, which is something that everyoneknows, except your own boss. That is obvious by the way people’s attitude shifts when they see you. The owner bows to you politely. You acknowledge it with a curt movement of your chin. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. He doesn’t look happy about it.

You wait until you have your glass in your hand to say something. The silence that fills the room is heavy, and you can feel Jungkook’s anger emanating from him, having lost the men’s attention. He’s the man who murdered Mr. X, took over half of his operations without anyone noticing, and their fucking boss, and they’re still treating him like a low-life hybrid.

“You haven’t been paying what you owe us,” you say, almost lightly, when you get your drink. “Has business been slow?”

You know it has. You know people aren’t too sure what to think of Jungkook yet. You also know they’ve still made money. Better yet, you’re sure the men in the room know youknow that. You’re giving them an obvious way out. All they have to do is say “yes”, and you’ll come up with something. You won’t let them go off scot-free, but there’s no need for this to end in a bloodbath, either.

“That’s not the issue,” the man says, voice raspy, and you don’t let it show, of course you don’t, but you’re still taking the hit. They’re underestimating Jungkook.

This might be the last mistake they make.

“I think it would be better for everyone if we could work through whatever issue there is,” you say slowly.

Better for them, really, especially because this is you giving him a second chance. There won’t be a third one.

“I’m afraid we don’t, uh, approve of the recent change in direction,” he replies, a stupid grin on his face. He’s mocking you and your infamous overly procedural speech. You know people say you can’t accept who you’re working for, that you can’t take the idea of having blood on your hands.

You may not care, but you’re well-aware of it, and you really don’t appreciate him saying that to your face. You’ll have to make an example out of him.

You sigh and shake your head at his answer. You’re not going to enjoy this. You’ve seen people’s attempts at rebellion against Mr. X, even if those were few and far between, and no matter how much of a fight they put up, it never ends well. For them.

You’re prepared to just leave the place and arrange for it to be set on fire during the night, when Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of it.

“What’s your problem with the change in direction, fucker?”

The mood changes immediately. Hector’s hand on your shoulder gently pulls you back, and Yoongi hops off the table to come stand next to Jungkook, hands in his pockets. He looks nonchalant and relaxed. He could probably easily kill everyone in this room and not get a drop of blood on his jacket.

The owner squares his shoulders and walks up to him. He’s slightly taller and much larger than Jungkook.

“Listen, bunny…”

You barely have the time to widen your eyes at the word, to think about all the ways Jungkook has made it clear that he’s not your typical rabbit-hybrid before his right hook connects with the man’s jaw, so fast you would have missed it if you’d blinked.

A moment of stunned silence follows, during which the man stumbles backwards, hand coming to cup his face in disbelief. And then, he seems to decide that it’s a good idea to retaliate. The dozens, hundreds maybe, of fights you’ve seen Jungkook win flash before your eyes. He doesn’t stand a chance.

People start moving around you, but it seems like it’s only a fistfight. No guns are drawn, for now, and you’re reminded of how much you fucking hate watching people fight. You take a step back, bored already at this stupid display of strength and violence. Still, you can’t help it when your eyes are drawn to Jungkook. There’s a— curiosity within you. How much has he truly changed, in the past two years?

For one, he certainly isn’t pretending this time, isn’t trying to make this fight last for a few more rounds. There iscertain showmanship there, though, you note. He’s giving time for the owner to recover while he takes out some of the other men with hits of surgical precision. He wants them to seewhatever he’s going to do to their boss. Hector and Yoongi keep the fight contained, don’t let anyone escape or call for help, but Jungkook doesn’t need their help. No one here is a threat to him, and it doesn’t take long for the men to be on the floor, groaning in pain.

The owner pushes himself up, spits some blood on the floor. Jungkook turns to face him and beckons him closer with a flick of his hand. He looks amused.

“You fucking piece of—”

This time, Jungkook doesn’t go for the head. His fist gets the man in the ribs, and that first punch is followed by dozens of others, not giving the man any respite, not letting him breathe. When the man falls back, Jungkook doesn’t stop, though the hits slow down, based on what you can see and hear. You have to clench your jaw to stop yourself from grimacing at the sound of flesh hitting flesh, of the bones underneath clashing. It was drowned out, back when he fought in a ring, but knowing it was there disgusted you back. You don’t know why, you just hate it. It makes you sick.

When Jungkook finally gets back up, he hasn’t even broken a sweat. There are five men on the ground, clenching different parts of their bodies and crying out in pain, and he isn’t even out of breath.

“You should fucking reconsider,” he spits out.

They won’t have to. This place will be gone soon enough.

His eyes meet yours as he walks out, and his expression turns to a disgusted scowl. It almost draws a scoff out of you, but you hold it in, and instead, you follow him dutifully.

Jungkook doesn’t speak to you in the car, eyes instead on his bloody knuckles. It will heal fast, you know, and that’s probably why he doesn’t bother taking care of it. When the car stops, you look outside and find yourself faced with your own apartment building. It’s not even five in the afternoon yet. You turn around to give your boss a quizzical look.

“You’re not needed anymore,” he shrugs. He doesn’t sound like he’s playing this time, though you’re still sure that he wants to get on your nerves.

You hate that it’s working this time.

“The day isn’t—”

“I think you’ve proved exactly how efficient you are today,” he says, obviously dismissing you. “I have no fucking idea how you got this job.”

You bite your tongue not to reply. You don’t care about the job, you don’t care about his opinion of you, you barely even care about the Family. You should just nod, give him the usual “yes, Mr. Jeon,” and walk out. But something keeps you in place a little longer than it should, and that’s how much you hate jobs that aren’t well done.

Your voice sounds distant to your own ears when you say what you’re supposed to, your body doesn’t feel like your own when you walk out and close the door. Your breathing quickens while you hear the car leave behind you like it’s all happening in a dream, your head spins, and you stand frozen in place, staring right in front of you.

Is this your life now? you wonder, feeling your heart thumping like it’s trying to get out of your chest. Are you going to let yourself be so disposable, so mediocre, let everything you’ve spent years building fall apart? This isn’t the time for pride, you’re well aware of that, but it’s still eating at you inside.

You walk back to your apartment like you’re in a trance. There’s a heavy weight on your chest, and you realize you have to make a choice. If things stay like that, you suppose Jungkook will have your head at some point. This is a fight of patience. One you cannot win. But if you make yourself indispensable, then maybe, maybe you can survive it. You’ve done it once already.

You brush aside the little voice mocking your reasoning, telling you that you’re doing this because you don’t want to lose your status. Not because it’s wrong, but because you know that’s not enough of an incentive for you to take a risk. You need something stronger than that. Even if you know it’s a lie.

That doesn’t stop your hand from trembling as you dial Yoongi’s number. You’re happy there’s no one to see you, because God, you couldn’t take your carefully crafted facade crumbling right now.

“Yes?” he answers quickly. If he’s surprised to hear from you, it doesn’t show.

“What are the plans for the Mystery Room?” you ask, satisfied that your voice doesn’t quiver, even if you’re a mess right now.

There’s a silence at the other end of the line, and you suspect he’s considering not answering you, so you take the initiative.

“You need to at least replace the owner,” you say, kicking off your shoes. “You can convince him to sell to us,” — convince, one of your favorite euphemisms — “or get rid of him and get the place from his family. Burning the place down is also an option. We can’t let what happened slide like that.”

“Hmm,” Yoongi says.

“Also, it would better if Mr. Jeon could avoid fighting with people. The last thing we want is people who think they can challenge him.”

“He can take them.”

“That’s not the issue. If people think they have a chance, they’ll keep trying. We don’t want them to do that.”

Another, longer silence.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because he’ll listen to you.”

“And you think I will listen to you?”

You roll your eyes. It’s strange, you know you’re gambling your life right now, but the tension you were experiencing earlier has been replaced by an eerie calm. You feel detached from everything.

Maybe you’ve been doing this for too long.

“You don’t have to,” you say, “but this is my job. I’m good at it. If you just let me do it, it would be far more efficient than whatever has been going on for the last week. I know you don’t trust me, but you can probably come to the same conclusions as me in this situation at least.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest. This is an explicit critique, something you would never have risked with Mr. X, and it’s the most open act of defiance that you’ve ever done — and it’s to convince them to let you workfor them.

“We’ll see about that,” he replies dismissively, and your shoulders fall at first, but then he adds, almost reluctantly, “I’ll take what you said into consideration.”

“Good. We also need to talk about tomorrow’s meeting. I’ve gotten some important information about the opposition to Mr. Jeon, and I think—”

As you explain the situation to Yoongi, you feel yourself calming down. Maybe it’s because you’re doing something that’s familiar to you, you’re not sure, but you can breathe again, and that solidifies your conviction that you’re making the right decision.

Finally, you’re ready to take back your life.

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[eunwhore]

8th Member of BTS - Reaction

When another idol flirts with you (and you flirt back):

This is part of the 8th Member Of BTS's serie

Masterlist / Request

Namjoon:

Your leader would find it amusing to see another idol trying to hit on you. He would probably make jokes about after to make your all frustrated. But also, if you happen to actually show interest in this idol, he would probably cut his teasing to give you some advices. Clearly the type to push you into their arms.

"What are you waiting for ? He likes you et you like him, just go for it !"

Jin:

Do I even have to explain how much of a tease he will be ? No because this guy is something else when he sees your all frustrated face. He would make jokes about it for the rest of his life, be ready. Also, expect him to compare the other idol to him to flatter his ego again and again.

"Are you really going to replace me for this mid-beautiful person ? I'm far more handsome...i'm profoundly chocked."

Suga:

Yoongi would watch from afar and analyze, if he sees that you're interested he would be extra serious and give you all sorts of advices for you to get with that other idol. He's basically a matchmaker, who would've thought ? He would still give a warning to them, so they don't hurt you.

"It's obvious that he likes you, you should invite him on a date !"

J-Hope:

This little guy, would mock the shit out of you with the other members, making sure everyone knows you're flirting with someone. Probably would make the whole situation cringy, and then he will feel bad for ruining your flirt session. That is when cupid Hoseok enters, he will make it up for you by playing matchmaker and organized a little surprised date.

"I'm so sorry ! Let me make it up to you !"

Jimin:

Well, the little mochi you all know disappears, literally. He would get hella jealous, why would you put your attention on somebody else when you already have him ?  Will ruin your flirt on purpose by walking to you and hug you out of nowhere. Count on him to find bad excuses to explain why he did that.

"Why would you need another person ? You already got 7 amazing men"

Taehyung:

Taehyung won't be extra jealous, but surely will be extremely protective over you. Like, he would have a word with the other idol to know their intentions. Let's be honest, they won't pass his vibe check right away just because they are trying to take you away from him.

"I have a bad feeling about them, you should be careful."

Jungkook:

Like J-Hope, Jungkook would make fun of you the all-time, but not like his hyung, he won't have any regrets. This little shit will continue until it's not funny anymore. He would probably team up with Jin to make your life hell.

"You should've seen your face, it was hilarious !"

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[kimnjss]

fix us | myg

⤑  series: do it again

⤑ genre: smut, rapper!yoongi x model!reader, ex lovers au.

⤑ rating: explicit.

⤑ word count: 6.1K

⤑ warnings: cursing, mentions of violence, dirty talk, fingering, slight nipple play, biting, oral sex (m. receiving), handjob, shower sex, unprotected sex (stay safe loves!).

⤑ A/N: thank you guys so much for waiting so patiently for this part! i had started it, but kept scraping it bc nothing seemed to flow??? i hope you like this one! nd even if you don’t, let me know what you think... im o b s e s s e d with the feedback! x

The cushions on his couch had been organized and reorganized at least six times. He couldn't figure out what position he should be in when you arrived. Although, you would just knock so somewhere near the door would be ideal. Right?

 It was no use trying to act like he hadn't done anything. You'd be able to tell the second you saw him. You could read him like an open book, there was no way you wouldn't call his bluff in a second. Would you be mad? He did it for you, so there was no way you would be mad, right?

 Standing to adjust the pillows on the couch once more, Yoongi's shaky hands were frozen by the knock on the front door. He could feel his heart trying to climb up his throat, ditching him to deal with you on his own.

 Sock clad feet dragged as he made his way to the door, pulling it open as if it weighed two tons. The pounding in his heart slowed, skipped then began racing again just from the sight of your face. Your pretty face.

 Freshly cut hair pulled back in a short ponytail, big eyes bright and lined with... mascara? Your full lips were set in a frown though, nevertheless, he still had the aching urge to lean forward and kiss you. Knew all too well what your lips tasted like, especially when they shined with that gloss.

 “Why are you staring at me?” Yoongi was barely able to register your words, stunned from seeing you again after too long. Without a word, he was moving out of the way so you could walk in. The sweet scent of your perfume tickling his nostrils as you passed him.

 Fuck, he missed you so much. You were standing right in front of him and he still missed you. How you use to be. He wanted everything to go back, didn't want to have to live with this tension between you two. It wasn't like you.

 “You look pretty,” He found himself saying before he could even think. Like always, you could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks. It had been a long day, from working out with Jungkook, accompanying Jimin at dance rehearsals to running lines with Jin, you were beat. Hadn't really even looked in the mirror since you got out the shower, but here he was saying you were pretty.

 Yet, you forced yourself to ignore the warming of your heart. Things were different now. You were different now, at least you were trying to be. His sweet words weren't going to be enough to sway you anymore, he needed to know that. You weren't willing to just let things slide, not this time.

 “You said you had something to say to me?” With arms crossed, you decided it would be best just to get straight to business. No need for formalities, both of you were way past that. You kept your jaw set, expression stoic, not wanting to give anything away.

 Clearing his throat, Yoongi nodded his head. “Yeah, uh.” For a split second, his hand found your hip... but he was quickly pulling it away, you didn't even have enough time to register it had been there. “Why don't you sit down, I bought those juices you like.” He fixed you with a smile, dashing toward the kitchen before you could insist that you were fine.

 Sitting back on the couch, you waited. Heart pounding against your ribs and you tried desperately to calm it. It was just Yoongi, you've been with him countless times, on this couch, in his room there was no way for feeling so nervous. Why were you even nervous? Seconds ticked by before he was returning with a drink for you, your eyes catching his bruised knuckles as he handed it over.

 “What happened to your hand?”

 He lowered himself onto the couch beside you. From this angle, you could clearly see the darkening bruise underneath his eye, the split in his lip. Lunging forward your hands were on his face, turning so you could see him fully. “And your face!? Did you get into a fight!?” He was fidgeting, being weird with the way he refused to meet your gaze.

 “Yoongi.” There was a sternness in your tone, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “Did you go fight with Hyoseop?”

 He was batting your hands from his face, scooting back to create some space between you two. “It's not big of a deal,” His hands pushed through his hair, eyes focusing on the floor in front of him.

 “Not a big deal!? How did you even... is he okay?” A dark chuckle fell from his abused lip, dark eyes rolling as he stood. “Is he okay?” He mocked your tone. “Fuck the fact that the prick made a fucking fool out of you, no, fuck that because you want to know if he's okay.”

 Yoongi was right, but you knew how he got when he was pissed... especially if you were involved. Asking if Hyoseop was okay was the only logical thing to do. If Yoongi was walking away with a bruised cheek and a split lip, there was no telling how Hyoseop looked right now.

 “Of course I want to know if he's okay, Yoongi! You can't just beat people up!” You didn't even know why you were raising your voice. You weren't even all that mad because Hyoseop deserved everything that came to him.

 You could tell Yoongi was getting annoyed, frustrated. Yet, you were so use to seeing him like this, you couldn't bring yourself to care. “He fucking hurt you, Yn. What? Did you expect me to just be fine with it?”

 “I can fight my own battles. I don't need you to take care of me,” He was groaning, shoving his hands through his hair. Quiet for a moment as he went over the thoughts cruising through his mind. A heavy sigh left his lips as he settled into the chair across from you.

 “The fuck you don't.” His eyes were rolling again and you half hoped they'd get stuck that way. “It's like you live to make shitty decisions and I'm like some fucking cleaning crew that has to come to pick up after you!” He sure knew how to tick you off.

 “Remind me when I've ever asked for you to do that, Yoongi. Not once have I acted like I needed you to come and fix things for me and you know that.” Now standing, inches from him.

 You could feel your blood boiling like it always did whenever you were around him. He was just so good at getting on your nerves like it was some type of second nature to him. That and snarky remarks that never failed to remind you how brutally honest he always was. You hated that.

 The laugh that fell his lips was sarcastic and extremely frustrating. “I'm fucking in love with you, Yn. Do you really think you need to ask me to fix things for you?” Three years was a long time to get to know someone. By now, you were pretty much an expert on all things Min Yoongi, which meant you could tell when he just slipped up.

 Right then? Telling you that he was in love with you? That was a slip-up. Could tell from the upward twitch of his right brow, the slight hitch of breath- all quickly being replaced with that stupid stoic expression you had fallen in love with.

 Normally, you'd let his slip-ups slide. Normally, they were things that really shouldn't have been said out loud. But this, this was different. This was something he had never said to you, not once. Something you wondered for years. No way would you let this slide.

 “What did you just say?” You could feel your heart picking up in your chest because God! this relationship, this thing... wasn't one-sided. Of course, you always felt like Yoongi loved you, he surely treated you like he did, but there was something in hearing the words that solidified things. Until now you had been walking on cracked ice.

 “I didn't say anything,” But of course, your Yoongi was a massive idiot. There was a tint of pink on his cheeks, eyes lowered to concentrate on the floor again. “You just said you were in love with me.” There was no use to mask the grin that was pushing its way onto your lips as you closed the space between you two.

 “You're in love with me?” The crack in your voice couldn't have been avoided, there was still that possibility that he might deny it. Act as if those words had never left his lips. Being rejected by him was something you had never imagined, but at the same time, you had never full-on asked him if he loved you.

 “Are you kidding, Yn? We've been together for three years.” Your hands were reaching out, tired of the way he wasn't making eye contact. Those pools of rich chocolate that always seemed to make you swoon. Usually unreadable, told you all he was thinking. All he was feeling. You just needed him to say it.

 “I don't care. Say it,” You urged after he gone a few moments, just staring at you wordlessly. His mouth opened and you felt your heart jump, the anticipation of finally hearing those words getting the best of you. “I...” He breathed, frowned, lifted his hand to bath yours away from his face. “This is stupid.” He grumbled. “You obviously know how I feel about you.”

 Yoongi was walking away, but you were just steps behind him. Stopping in the kitchen as he rummaged through the drawers, most likely just trying to avoid having to look at you. “It's not stupid. Why can't you say it?”

 He didn't answer. “I say it to you all the time, but you've never said it to me once, Yoongi.” You felt like you were whining, but you hadn't realized how much this actually bothered you until now. He continued with his search through the cabinets.

 “I love you, Yoongi. Do you love me?” You could feel the tears getting ready to fall. Hated how emotional you got when it came to him, but you couldn't help it. The thought of him saying no, rejecting you, just that thought alone hurt you more than everything Hyoseop did. Just the thought.

 He had stopped in front of the fridge, hand hanging loosely on the handle with his back to you. Slow steps were taken in his direction, the palms of your hands finding the taught grooves of his back. His body stiffened under your touch, but you didn't dare remove your hands.

 “I love you,” You repeated, hands landing on his chest as he turned around. “I'm in love with you. Tell me you love me back,” You felt pathetic, begging a man to tell you that he loved you. But this was Yoongi. Your Yoongi. It was different.

 “I... really love you, so much.” You added emphasis to your words, loving the way his heart jumped underneath your palms. How fast his heart was beating. You moved closer, the tip of your nose brushing against his lower lip as you kissed his chin. “Nothing?” You wondered.

 His lips shaped into an instinctive pucker, a kiss being pressed against the tip of your nose. You smiled, landing gentle pecks on his skin. “Why don't you want to tell me you love me?” Eyes shifting to find his again, a sad pout printed on your lips.

 “It's obvious, Yn. I shouldn't have to say it.”

 “Why are you being like this? I just want to hear it. Only once,” He sighed, lifting a hand to push your hair back on your forehead. Lips lifting into a soft smile as he stared down at you. “I love you, you know that.”

 The confession had caught you a bit off guard and it showed in the way your eyes widened. Your breathing stilled for a moment, you knew he caught on. You see, Yoongi knew you just as long as you've known him; he had picked up on a few things in the past few years too.

 “Don't expect some long drawn out speech, okay? I love you and that's it.” You couldn't help but just stare up at him, lovingly. He shifted uncomfortably, wiggling out of your grasp. “Stop looking at me like that, it's weird.” He was blushing, trying to avoid your gaze again.

 Overwhelmed with happiness, relief, a giggle was slipping past your lips before you had a chance to stop yourself. “You love me,” You grinned, arms circling around his waist to pull him close.

 “Yeah, Yn. You knew that.” His eyes were rolling, but you didn't care. “I don't care, you said it. I loved hearing it, too. Say it one more time?” Yoongi hadn't realized how pretty you'd smile from just hearing three little words. Would've reevaluated his silent love treatment if he knew this would be the result.

 “Ugh, stop it.” He feigned annoyance, but you could see right through him. The faint smile that teased the corners of his lips, the gentle way he lifted his hands to cup your face. “I love you,” He mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear. Not giving you a moment to coo or reaction, he was leaning down pressing his lips to yours.

 Body leaned against the counter and hands braced on his shoulders, you kissed him back. He's warm around you, the intoxicating scent of him intoxicating you, going straight to your head... and your pussy. He feels the shift, tongue teasing your lower lip as he takes a handful of your ass, using his grip to lift your body onto the counter.

 There was no denying how much you wanted him, wouldn't even think to reject him if the circumstances were different. But, you didn't come here for this. You came here to talk and there was no way you'd be able to do that with the hungry way his lips trailed down your neck.

 Your fingers curled in his hair, a desperate attempt to anchor yourself as he sucked hickeys into your skin, hands groping your bottom and pulling you closer. Legs wrapped around his waist, you could feel him. So thick, hard and ready for you. Fuck.

 “Yoongi, wait.” You managed, causing an automatic still in the movements of his hands. His mouth releasing you, but not moving away. “I slept with Hyoseop.” The words sort of just fell from your mouth. Although you knew that he was already aware of this information, you hadn't planned to actually say it.

 He was pulling back, glaring at you with a set jaw and pursed lips. “Way to kill a boner,” He rolled his eyes. “I fucking know that.”

 Your fingers caressed the tightness of his jaw, soft eyes finding his. You didn't want him to be mad, you didn't want to fight with him anymore. “I mean, don't you think we should talk about it?” He was quick to shake his head, dropping it back into the crook of your neck. “Nope,” He mumbled, rolling his tongue over the dip of your collarbone.

 You shuddered, stifled a moan as you tried to keep yourself from pulling him closer. “You said...” His hands were sneaking up the hem of your skirt, lips catching your lobe. “Yoongi,” Gasping at the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.

 “You said you had things you wanted to say to me,” Your sentence was rushed, pushed out in hopes to beat the moan that was fighting its way up your throat. “Forget it,” The tips of his fingers tickled the skin of your stomach, stopping just underneath your breasts.

 “No, not forget it.” Your hands were stretching out on his shoulders, creating enough distance between the two of you where you could think clearly. “We need to talk, Yoongi. Sex isn't going to fix us, we need to talk.”

 He stares at you, studying your face. A hand slipping from underneath your shirt to grasp the back of your neck. Yoongi is dragging your lips to his, smiling faintly as he pushes his way into your mouth. He's going slow, in the way he knows you like, taking his time to map out each corner of your mouth with his tongue.

 A moan slips when his teeth nibble your lip and he's full out grinning as he pulls away. Looking at you, waiting. He cocks an eyebrow, a slight question if you had changed your mind. A little out of breath, but still feeling the same. His eyes roll, “Fine.” He grumbles, a hand around your waist lowering you from the counter.

 You hadn't realized all the shit that was wrong with your relationship until now. The two of you sat in Yoongi's room for a whole hour, just laying everything out. No sugar coating, no beating around the bush, being as brutally honest as you two only knew how to be.

 It was nice, being able to get all that shit off your chest and to know that he was actually listening, willing to make a change. You were no saint either, a fair share of your problems were caused by you and you were more than willing to take responsibility, try your best to fix it.

 On separate sides of the room was how the two of you stared this conversation. Yoongi sat on his bed, while you stared at him from his computer desk. As time ticked, you had found yourself migrating to his bed. Your head finding its familiar position on his lap, he played with her hair as you talked.

 Yoongi's fingers twisted and pulled at yours, as he reminisced the time you had first introduced him to Jimin. The two of them bickered that whole night, Yoongi never missing a chance to prove Jimin wrong.

 How weird, your relationship had only been a month old, yet he had no desire to try and impress your friends. You didn't know it at the time, but thinking back you admired that. He was always himself, all the time.

 This was why you were so sure that you loved him, knew with your entire being that he was the one that you wanted to be with and you were willing to work through whatever to accomplish that.

 The months spent apart were torture because you knew in your heart where you belonged. With him, like this, with his hand in yours, your head on his lap. You were happy. You loved him and he loved you right back, what more could you ask for?

 “I love you,” Your words interrupted his rant on the way Jimin scowled at him all the time, catching his off guard. His eyes widened, stared at you for a moment as his cheeks darkened. “I love you,” He repeated and your heart fluttered.

 “I love you more,” You challenged, not even surprised with the way he rolled his eyes. “We're not doing that,” He laughed, the sound mixing with yours. With quickness, you were shifting on his lap, legs easily wrapping around his waist. His hands settled on your hips, head leaning against the headboard to look up at you.

 A chaste kiss landed on his lips, giggles slipping at the way he chased your mouth with his. “I missed you.” Fingers toy with the strings on his hoodie as you breathe out the confession. No matter how well you tried to hide it, in the past months. It couldn't be denied. You missed him like crazy.

 You could see the emotion in the way he looked at you. Pools of sweet chocolate expressing more than words ever could. Seconds tick by, silence falling between each other as you become completely absorbed in each other.

 Feeling the like you might drown in all these feelings, you break the contact. Open mouth finding his cheek, teeth gently sinking in. You laughed as you pulled away, catching his look of disgust as he wiped your slobber with the palm of his hand. A hint of a smile on his lips.

 “I knew you were gonna fucking do that,” Your laugh is drowned out by the sound of the front door slamming closed. Loud chatter filling the lower level of the house, a heated discussion about God knows what, being led by Taehyung. “Do you want to go down there?” He wondered, fingers tracing the curves of your back.

 You were shaking your head without a second thought, arms securing themselves around his torso as your head rested against his shoulder. “No, I wanna stay like this for a while,” He was being warm, kissing you, telling you that he loved you. You wanted to stay in your little bubble for as long as you could.

 A soft kiss was pressed to your forehead as he nodded. “Whatever you want, baby.” He was pulling you closer, if possible, back leaning against the headboard as his eyes began to close. You nestle further into his embrace, breathing him in. There was something about having his body close, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your chest, the warmth of his body under yours.

 Your lips seem to take on a mind of their own, finding his jawline and leaving wet marks there. He could feel him smile, but can't see it. His hands move to their innocent position on your waist, dropping to grip the firm roundness below it. You moan, teeth sinking into the conjunction of his jaw and ear in retaliation.

 His hand draws back, spread fingers landing a loud smack on your bottom, making your body jolt and a yelp to slip from your lips. He squeezed, using his grip to pull your body further up on his lap, the feeling of his hardening cock meeting your core. “Fuck,” You cursed hips mindlessly moving against his.

 “You two don't know shit! I'm gonna ask him,” Namjoon's voice boomed from the other side of the door, pushing it open just barely giving you enough time to release Yoongi's hair from your grip. “Yoongi, man... tell Tae-” His eyes became moons as he realized what he had just walked in on.

 “Namjoon!” You screeched, trying to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks. The second you were rolling off of Yoongi's lap, his hands were moving to adjust the bulge in his sweats. “What do you want?” The monotone of his voice made it clear that he wasn't the least embarrassed.

 Joon was wearing that annoying 'know it all' look, he loved to pull whenever he felt he proved something. Arms crossed over his broad chest as he looked between you two. “Are you two...?” He trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows in a way to fill in the blanks.

 “We would've been if you knew how to knock.” You were slipping out of the bed as Namjoon mumbled a halfhearted apology, sensing his best friends annoyance, but not really caring enough to leave the room. The argument he had been having downstairs was long forgotten.

 By him, of course. The heavy footsteps alerted you that Tae was on his way up. “What did he say?” He wondered, entering the room with Hobi close behind him. “Oh, shit,” He snickered, readying a snarky comment. You could basically see the gears turning behind his eyes.

 “Fuck off,” Yoongi warned, not giving him a chance. “I'm gonna go, baby. I'll see you later.” You rounded the bed, a hand landing on his chest as you placed a kiss to his cheek. “'Baby'?” Taehyung repeated. “Are you two back together?”

 Yoongi's hand caught your wrist before you could completely back away, ignoring his friend. “Stay the night.” He sat up, clearing his throat and shaking his head. “If you want. Please? Stay the night?” You smiled, noticing the effort.

 “Okay,” You were agreeing because honestly, you didn't really want to go home anyway. “This some weird shit,” Hobi pointed out, turning to exit the room. His footsteps were heard, signaling he went back downstairs.

 He was right, it was weird. But it was going to be your new normal. After hearing how much it bothered you that he never really asked for anything, Yoongi was determined to make a change. No more demanding, no more expecting, he'd ask and be okay with whatever you decided.

 Namjoon was turning, following Hobi down the stairs seconds later. “Come down then, Yn. We can order a pizza.” Taehyung called as he followed the other two boys. Yoongi standing from the bed as you pulled your shoes from your feet. A warm hand landed on your hip, body being pulled into his warm embrace. He stood there hugging you, holding you tight as gentle kisses were peppered on the top of your head.

 “I love you so much,” He breathed, pulling back to look at you as the words left his lips. Smiling, you leaned up to kiss him. You could definitely get used to this.

 The steady sound of the shower was what pulled Yoongi from his slumber. The emptiness of his bed letting him know that you were the one under the water. Last night with you had been perfect, more than perfect. He knew that he missed you, but never knew how much until things were shifting back to normal.

 Hours were spent in front of the TV with the guys, loudly talking over the movies that played while filling up on pizza and chips. You didn't leave his lap the entire night. Not even when you were up in his room. Changed in one of his t-shirts and stripped of your uncomfortable jeans, your leg wrapped around his hips and head on his shoulder.

 You slept like that.

 Sleepily, Yoongi pulled the blanket from his body. Heavy steps were taken toward the bathroom as a yawn fell from his lips. He pushed the door open, eyes finding his shirt on the floor, your lace panties thrown on top.

 The sight had Yoongi's mind wandering, suddenly being hit with the desire to shower. A hand gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before pushing his boxers down his legs. He peeled the curtain back, eyes scanning the length of your back landing on the swell of your ass.

 Blood rushing downward as his hand ran through his hair, wondering how he could've gotten this lucky to be able to see you like this again. He was stepping in fully, pulling the curtain shut just as you twisted around to look at him. You flashed a grin up at him, “You're awake.”

 He nodded, silently. A warm hand wrapping around your waist as he moved into the spray of water. His chest pressed against your back as he wet his hair. “You smell like Hobi,” He commented, lifting his head from the crook of your neck.

 You laughed, nodding your head. “I used his shampoo.” Yoongi nodded, barely listening to your answer. He used the grip he held on your waist to move you aside, taking your position underneath the water. He reached for his shampoo.

 Shamelessly, you allowed your eyes to scan up and down his frame. Taking all of him in as his muscles jumped and flexed with each movement, catching the flex in his arm as he squeezed a decent amount of shampoo onto his hand.

 Your arms were wrapping around his waist, bare breasts pressed against his back. He could feel the hardness of your nipples, his hands stilling in his hair. His eyebrows rose at the feeling of you placing soft kisses against his back. “I wanna wash your hair,” The second you spoke, his hands were dropping at his sides patiently waiting to feel your hands.

 Raising to your tiptoes, your fingers massing the shampoo into his hair. You could feel him relax against you, his eyes falling shut. Your nails gently scratched at his scalp, eyes widening at the moan that slipped through his lips. Just the sound alone was enough to have a rush of arousal pooling between your legs.

 In front of him, his cock stood straight up. You had always liked the way Yoongi's dick looked. It shined wet from the shower water, a little on the thicker side and generously long. The tip a blush pink, just begging to have your lips wrapped around. Without thinking, you were pulling your soapy hand out of his hair.

 He cursed at the sudden feeling of having your hand on him. Only a giggle acknowledge the effect you had on him. Your hand wrapped around his base, grip dragging up to his tip, watching the bead of precum that leaked out mixing the soap covering his length.

 Yoongi's head was bowed underneath the water, the suds being washed out of his hair as he tried to regulate his breathing, legs trembling just from the pleasure your hand was giving him. Your whole entire body was throbbing, pussy screaming for any form of friction.

 “Use your mouth,” He urged, in that sexy morning voice of his. You were quick to lower yourself onto your knees in front of him. His hand knitting into your hair as you rinsed him, not wanting any soap in your mouth.

 Teeth tugged on the skin of his lower lip, his once-sleepy eyes now dark and lust-filled. Your mouth fell open as you leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into your mouth. Yoongi's finger's twitched in your hair, the feeling of your warm tongue teasing his silt making him groan. Wanton moans fell from your lips, as you greedily tasted the precum that had collected there.

 “So fucking perfect,” He complimented. You opened up your mouth wider, taking him deeper into your mouth. Sinking down slowly with the help of the firm grip he had in your hair. Breathing evenly through your nose as he slid down your throat, tip tickling your gag reflex.

 You fought against it. Loving the groans and curses that he'd spew watching you swallow him whole. Every last one of your senses was filled with him, yet your tongue flexed, wanting to taste more. “Fuck,” He groaned, the grip in your hair tightening.

 Drool had begun to leak out of your mouth, flowing down your chin and onto your naked chest. The sight had Yoongi rutting forward, freehand lifting to brace himself against the shower wall. “You look so good... my cock in your mouth like that,” He could feel his orgasm approaching with each bob of your head, he wanted to feel the heavenly way your pussy wrapped around him, though.

 With much care, he was pulling your mouth from him. His dick falling from your lips and hitting his naked abs. He lifted you off the floor, meeting your confused stare with a gentle kiss to your lips. “I need to be inside of you.” His words were mumbled against your lips, but you heard him loud and clear, your walls automatically clenching around nothing.

 “Fuck me,” You all but begged. The slow, sultry smirk that took over his features held much promise. Yoongi lifted you off the ground as if you weighed nothing, pressing your back against the wall with ease.

 His lips are quick to find yours, tongue swiping across your lower lip before he's sinking his teeth into it. A hand pins your hips to the wall, his hips doing the rest of the work to hold you up. Freehand wanders down the front of your body, toying with your breasts briefly, pinching at your nipples before traveling lower. He licks into your mouth, twisting his tongue with yours and you breathlessly kiss him back.

 Blunt nails sink into the skin of your hip as you lift your hips, desperately trying to catch his finger. Yoongi's mouth falls from yours, head lowering to tease your nipple. Your back arches, moaning out. He grins, grazing his teeth against the hardened bud.

 Yoongi pulls off, moving to pay attention to the other side as his fingers continue the descend. A broken moan falls from your lips as he gently caresses your soaked slit. Hands burying themselves in his wet locks, tugging at the roots as he went on with his teasing. “You're soaked, baby. Did you like having my cock down your throat that much?” He groans out near your ear and you're nodding before he could reach the end of his sentence.

 He chuckles, darkly, fingers finally lowering to circle your entrance. Instinctively, your legs are spreading, silently praying that he wouldn't decide to be a tease. You wanted him so bad. Your head falls back at the feeling of him slowly sliding a finger into you, a labored breath leaves your lips. Yoongi's lips find the newly exposed skin of your neck, teeth sinking into the skin. A wet kiss quickly following, his tongue soothing the mark.

 Your moan bounces off the walls as he pulls his finger back, pushing two in this time. The thrusts of his fingers much rougher, your walls clenching around his fingers and your stomach tightens at the feeling of his palm brushing against your clit. He watches you like that for a while, loving the twitch of your hips each time he pushed his fingers in. But it was quickly getting too much to bare, he was pulling his fingers from inside of you.

 You whined, pouting at the empty feeling. He laughed, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Don't worry, baby. I'm nowhere near done with you.” The blunt head of his cock, pressed against your hole punctuated his words. You moaned, thighs spreading to take him in. “Yoongi,” You panted, once he had bottomed out.

 He answered with a groaned out, “You're so tight, baby.” His eyes focused on where your bodies met. He pulls back slowly, but thrusts in hard making you cry out. He smirks, head lifting to watch your face as he starts to fuck into you. With enough force to have your body hitting against the shower wall. No doubt you'd be sore later.

 His head falls into the crook of your neck, the sensation of his teeth pulling and sucking at your neck making you weak. “You...” Your words are stolen as he pushes himself deeper, chasing the sweet spot deep inside your pussy. Screaming out a cruse when the head of his cock hits it, over and over again. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Squeezing me so tight, mmh...” His words are murmured against the skin of your lips, interrupted by the wet kisses and sucks he places between.

 “Like you're...” He groans, a second hand finding your hips to pin you in place. His relentless pace doesn't falter, not even for a moment. “You're fucking made for me,” You could feel your body tensing, the orgasm staring at the pit of your stomach and spreading throughout your limbs.

 “Fuck, Yoongi! Please-”

 “You're so fucking close, I can feel it.” He pins you to him with his hips, a hand lowering between your legs to find your clit. He's so deep inside of you, but the moment of his hips doesn't stop. The tips of his fingers tease your clit, in the way he knew would get you close to the edge. The way your pussy clenched around his cock was evidence enough. “Cum for me, baby. Fuck- I love you so much,”

 You had no idea if it was his confession or the feeling of his fingers against your clit, although you were pretty sure it was the former, but your body was being thrust over the edge. Orgasm washing over you as your hips began to buck, incoherent words of praise falling from your lips as you released around him. The sight, the sound, the feel of you falling apart had Yoongi falling apart with a loud 'Fuck!'. Ropes of cum coats your inner walls and your head falls forward to onto his shoulder as you tried desperately to calm your breathing.

 He holds you to him the entire time, cold water falling on your heated skin, but both of you too fucked out to care. A soft kiss is placed on the top of your head as he lowers you onto shaky legs. Even still you're standing straight, closing the space between the two of you as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your lips find his in a sweet kiss, teeth clashing at the lack of being able to contain your smiles.

 “I love you too. So much.” You breathed against his lips, capturing his smile once again with yours as he pulled you close.

– months after deciding to end their three year long relationship, a sex tape hits the internet. fans go wild speculating that rap star, min yoongi and aspiring model, yn are the stars. old feelings arise as the couple try to figure out a way out of this.

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Mine

4. Making friends 101

Genre: Yoongi x OC

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.4k

“Have you decided what you’re going to wear to this thing?”

I nearly jump out of my skin as a wild Sebastian wanders into my room. I’m still a little on edge from the stalker a few days ago.

“What thing?” I ask, folding my clothes as I repack my suitcase. We’ll be heading out tomorrow morning bright and early for Hong Kong. It’s quite the trip from Paris, and I wish that we could have scheduled things out a bit better. We’ll be in Asia for the next three weeks before having to turn around and come back to Europe.

From there, we’ll finally head back to the states for the final stages of promotions and the premier. Nobody was too happy about the revised schedule, but neither did they dare pass up extra promotions in Asia thanks to a certain K-pop group.

“You know...this festival we’re invited to.” Sebastian makes himself comfortable on my bed, smirking at my agonizingly organized suitcase. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

As if I could forget about that. “It’s my most reliable source of anxiety, what would I do without it?” I chuckle sarcastically as I struggle with a thick sweater that refuses to lay flat.

The film festival has been on my mind quite a lot since I first found out that we were invited to it. While now I know what really happened; that it was Kim Seokjin that invited me and not Min Yoongi, I still can’t help but feel a pang of fear every time it’s brought up.

Really, the topic of what I’m going to wear to what may be the most awkward meeting of my entire life is at the bottom of my long list of worries.

“I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to wear.”

I raise my eyebrows at my friend. This is the most he’s hung around me for the past week, and I welcome the promise of banter. Heaven knows I could let off a little steam.

“Oh? Do tell.”

Sebastian stretches like a cat on the bed and I giggle at the sight. His eyes light up when he looks at me, imagining what else he could do to make me laugh.

“Here’s what I’m thinking. People over there are...stylish. Like, they wear edgy cool clothes all the time. So I’ve got to represent, you know? I’m thinking of raiding Saint Laurent or something in preparation for this festival. It sounds like it’s a pretty big deal over there. There’s bound to be lot’s of people.”

It’s not very often Sebastian gets super into fashion, but when he does, it’s a guaranteed laugh for everyone involved.

“Saint Laurent? That’s your whole paycheck, buddy.”

“Hey! Don’t ‘buddy’ me, you little weirdo. If you’re nice to me maybe I’ll take you along.”

I roll my eyes at his offer, however tempting. “No thanks. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard, you know? Everyone is already expecting me to be tripping over my feet the second he walks in-”

“He? C’mon, Car. He’s not Voldemort, you can use his name.”

I flush when I realize that I’ve been purposefully avoiding speaking about Yoongi directly.

“Whatever. What I’m saying is that it’s already awkward enough. I don’t want to show up looking like a girl getting ready to go to her first prom.”

“Nonsense,” Sebastian hands me another sweater when I reach for it. “More like your second prom.”

He’s met with a sweater to the face.

“Shut up, you’re not even helping me with anything. Why are you in here?”

Sebastian makes a show of folding my sweater. “I’m in here to make sure you’re getting ready to leave tomorrow and that you aren’t passed out on the floor from anxiety or something.”

I wince from the unspoken words. Like before.

“Yeah, I’m ready. And I’m fine.”

He doesn’t look all that convinced, but lets it slide for now. “You know, things are only going to get more intense in Hong Kong. The closer we get to Seoul, the more intense things will become.”

“Not. Helping.”

🌙

I wish Sebastian didn’t have to be right all the time.

The second we get off the plane, it’s a madhouse. Like a literal madhouse. People are shoving, cameras flashing, and the questions are being yelled right into my ears. They’re mainly in English, a few in Cantonese, but there are quite a few in Korean as well. It’s easy enough for me to drown out the latter language, but the ones in English do their job well enough.

“Cara! Cara! Have you been in contact with Suga?”

“Are the two of you attending the festival together? What are you going to wear?”

“Just give us a smile, Cara! Cara!”

We don’t have a lot of security, only about three guys. Soon enough they’re surrounding me, and I am being moved along within a sea of black clothing and mumbled orders. I’m just able to crane my neck to see Sebastian pushing through the mess of reporters, tugging Rhea along behind him. She catches my eye contact and waves me forward.

I fight against the pang of guilt that hits me as I realize that this is all because of me. Never did I think that things would get this bad. I never thought that I would have to be surrounded on all sides by bodyguards.  

By the time we’re shoved into the car waiting for us outside, I’m out of breath and so is everyone else.

Sebastian and Rhea share my car with me. I’m not sure whether I should try to sleep or apologize or resign-

“Cara?” Rhea’s hand grips mine as she gives me a reassuring squeeze. “You ok?”

I give her a shaky nod. “Y-yeah. I think I’m fine. We’re just going to the hotel, right?” I give out a sigh of relief when she confirms. Good. I could use a bed right around now. Especially because we spent a good chunk of our flight going over the promo schedule for Hong Kong and it looks like it’ll be pretty much nonstop starting tomorrow morning.

I hate to ask, but I also know that if there’s another stalker waiting for me in my rooms I won’t be able to sleep at all, no matter how tired I feel.

“Could we...check my room-”

“Already on it,” Rhea says with a sympathetic smile. “I sent a couple of people ahead of us to check all the rooms out. They should be done before we even get there, no worries.”

I relax a little, thanking her for her foresight. We fall into a groggy silence after a bit, the car ride from the airport to the hotel being about thirty minutes. Hong Kong is small, but it’s packed. With it comes traffic and bright shiny buildings that I can’t help but gawk at.

For living in the big city of Seoul for two years, I can’t help but be amazed at big cities like Hong Kong. They never get old.

I’m so distracted by those shiny buildings that I almost don’t notice my phone lighting up with an incoming call. Its vibrations finally pull me from my daze, and I smile as Bong-cha’s photo smiles up at me.

I took the photo for her on her first day of school after she changed programs. She’s grinning like an idiot in front of an intimidating building, holding up a big thumbs-up. Bong-cha has always hated the photo. She says she looks like a kindergartener on her first day of class. I agree, which is why it’s my contact photo for her. Purely just to piss her off.

“Wow the love of my life is calling me again? You must really miss me.”

Bong-cha’s laugh is either a beat too late or a touch too loud, but I notice it immediately. The knots in my stomach that were just beginning to untie themselves suddenly tighten up again.

“Yah, have you landed?”

Oh, right. I was supposed to text her when I landed. “Umm...yes. A little while ago. We’re in the car now.”

“I knew you’d forget to text me. You always do.”

“Hey, that’s not true! And you can’t blame me this time. The airport was a mess. I hardly had enough time to whip my phone out and text you when people were trying to claw their way down my throat.”

Again, she’s a second late in responding. “It was really bad, then? I was worried about that. You have bodyguards, right?”

“Yeah, we do. Just three, though. I felt bad, I had to ditch the rest of the crew to walk between the bodyguards. Everyone else had to fend for themselves.”

Now it’s silent for more than a few seconds, but something that sounds like hushed voices breaks it.

“That sounds hor-”

“Bong-cha, what’s going on over there? Are you at work or something?”

It’s as though I break some sort of spell, because suddenly a laugh tears through the silence, but I know it doesn’t belong to my friend.

Last I checked she doesn’t sound like a windshield-wiper when she laughs.

There’s something about it that has me furrowing my brows in a mixture of confusion and anger. Rhea and Sebastian share a look, not entirely sure what’s going on in my conversation but understanding my expression.

Bong-cha is in the middle of trying to explain. “Well, yeah, I’m at work. We got to talking about you traveling today and the boys wanted me to call you and check in on you and-”

“Am I on speaker phone?” Again, silence. I’m getting real sick of the silence. “Kim Bong-cha, I swear if you put me on speaker without even telling me, I’m going to catch the next flight to Seoul and-”

“Aaand there’s the Cara I know and love!” Bong-cha interrupts, confirming my fears. I’m definitely on speakerphone. “Please, we both know you’re too busy with work to come over here, even if it’s for a good cause like the one I’m sure you were about to explain. Also, the boys say hi.”

The boys. She says it so casually, as if we all went to high school together and are just checking in with each other to see how life has been.

“The boys? Like, all the boys? Also, you only called me because they told you to, and not because you were genuinely concerned for me? I see how it is, Bong-cha. That’s low.”

Before my friend can defend herself I hear a voice that sounds too much like a certain Kim Seokjin.

“You’re right, she is funny!”

I snort, fighting the blush on my cheeks. Am I really on the phone with BTS? What world is this?

“Is that Seokjin?” Even just saying his name makes me feel like a giddy middle schooler.

“Yeah,” Bong-cha responds.

“Well, you’d better watch out Seokjin. Once I’m done beating Bong-cha I’m coming after you.”

“M-me?” Jin has the sensibility to sound a little scared. “Why me?”

A dry laugh sounds, but I can’t tell who it belongs to. Few others have such a distinguishable laugh as Kim Seokjin.

“Bong-cha told me that it was you who started this whole mess with the film festival! Do you know how much anxiety you’ve caused me?!” My anger from this entire mess infuses me with more boldness than I could have mustered in this situation otherwise.

There’s some scuffling noises on the other side of the line, followed by a few grunts. Jin shouts in disdain.

“Yah! I was just trying to help! You’ll be thanking me!” A door slams, blocking out any further shouts from the man. I can’t hide the grin that splits across my face as I imagine what must be going on over there.

“Ok, he’s gone. I’ve banned them all from this room for the duration of this call.” Bong-cha reassures me. “I don’t have a lot of time, but I was calling to ask you something, actually. Don’t feel any pressure, but I think it may help relieve some stress on both sides-”

“What are you getting at, Bong-cha?”

She takes a deep breath. “Is it alright if I give Yoongi your number?”

My jaw falls open. I’m about to freak out when I realize that there’s a small chance that somebody may still overhear me on the phone. Barely composing myself, I respond to my friend, ignoring the obvious shake in my voice.

“Does he actually want it? Because it sounds like all of this has been thrown on him as much as it has me.”

“Er...yeah. He wants it. He was trying to ask about you today, but in that way where he doesn’t want it to look like he’s asking about you, you know? So I finally told him that he should just get your number so he quits bothering me about it. It’s been like this all week. So I figured I’d just give it to him, if you’re alright with it?”

In most situations, I know what to say. I’m usually pretty good at coming up with something to say in order to keep the conversation flowing. Maybe when Graham Norton dropped the bomb on me about Yoongi, I wasn’t the best at it but I at least inserted little comments here or there.

Now, I’m not really sure what to say anymore. It seems that the second I begin to relax and feel like I’m finally getting a handle on this, something happens.

It’s that same fear that I’ve had since I was a child kicking back in. It seems silly, in a time like this. I’m a completely different person since then, in a completely different environment. And yet, that fear that I’ve carried with me all my life comes bubbling back up to the surface.

“Bong-cha…” I struggle to keep a neutral expression as I’m aware that I’m not alone in the car. “I’m not very good at making friends.”

Any other person would be quick to jump in and reassure me. Any other friend would race to recall experiences that would prove my claim wrong.

I guess that’s why Bong-cha is my best friend. She doesn’t do any of those things, instead quietly listening and thinking before she responds.

“You know, Cara…” she begins in a sincere tone. “Maybe that’s not the point. Maybe you’re not meant to be amazing at making friends. But you’re really good at letting people be friends with you. Which, honestly, is a talent. A weird, obscure one, but a talent nonetheless.”

What’s meant to be a laugh comes out more as a sigh of relief. Bong-cha always knows what to say.

“I’m going to do some research on that talent, because I’ve never heard of it before.”

“So...are you alright if I give it to him? I think he wants to just apologize to you more than anything. I swear he won’t be weird with it.”

I chew on the inside of my cheek, mulling it over. Honestly, at this point, what do I have to lose?

“Yeah, go ahead.”

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I’ve barely lugged my suitcase inside and collapsed on the bed when the first text comes through. I immediately jump up, senses on high alert. It would be a lie if I said that I haven’t been on edge just waiting for my phone to ding ever since I got off the phone with Bong-cha. Bracing myself for the bite of disappointment when it’s the “Young Rising” group chat, my heart nearly stops when I see it’s an unknown number. 

UNK: Is this Cara? 

UNK: This is Bong-cha’s friend, she gave me your number.

“Ah, he’s smart,” I note as I realize he didn’t give me his name just in case he mixed up the numbers. I quickly save his number in my phone, the action making me feel a little strange. 

ME: Yes, this is Cara. 

I overthink the four-letter message for way too long before I press send. I sound cold, but I don’t know what else to say. It doesn’t take long for three dots to appear on the screen. 

“Oh, no. He’s typing. What do I do if he’s typing?”

 I’m ashamed to admit that I consider chucking my phone out the window for more than thirty seconds. Only the ping of my phone stops me in my train of thought. 

MYG: Have you made it safely to your hotel?

I blink at his message. The fact that I really don’t know this man at all is hitting me like a ton of bricks. He seems kind though...from the twenty or so words he’s typed. That’s all you need to judge someone’s character, right?

ME: Just made it, actually. 

Pausing, I quickly type out a message before he can respond.

 ME: No need to worry

Well, if this isn’t the most dry conversation the earth has ever witnessed. I cringe when I see the three dots pop up again. He’s probably thinking the same thing and is looking for a quick way to end this entire conversation. 

MYG: Good, although I think I may need to worry. It sounds like the airport was out of hand today. 

ME: ...were you eavesdropping on my conversation with Bong-cha?

MYG: Speaker phone doesn’t count as eavesdropping.

ME: It does if the person doesn’t know she’s on speaker!

I have to wait nearly five minutes before he responds again, and the tell-tale ping of my phone has me rushing over to where I left my phone on my nightstand, leaving my toothbrush on the bathroom counter.

MYG: I’ve thought about it, and I think I need to apologize for eavesdropping on your conversation with Bong-cha earlier today.

 ME: That was easy.

MYG: I think I’ve made things difficult enough for you, don’t you think?

Huffing out a laugh, I nod in agreement. 

ME: You have.

When more than ten minutes pass without a reply, I convince myself to take a shower. Then I persuade myself to stand in the shower for more than three minutes, even though I’m itching to see if he’s replied yet.

Fifteen minutes later there’s still no reply. Cozying under the covers I stare at my phone, answering a text from Bong-cha asking if Yoongi has texted me yet.

Even though I’m a fan of the band, I can’t say that I’ve ever really gone out of my way to learn a lot about them. Beyond the music, I know very little.

At least, that’s the excuse I give myself as I watch video after video about Suga: the biggest baddest soft boy in the universe.

It’s nearly two in the morning before I force myself to put my phone down and get some rest. The thought that maybe my text came off more harsh than I intended it to has crossed my mind several times, but it’s too late now to try to take it back.

It’s nearly four in the morning when the sound of my phone vibrating drags me out of my slumber. Groggily, I reach for my phone, hissing as I hit my elbow on the nightstand.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groan, squinting at my phone. “I swear, if it’s Bong-cha at this time of night…”

MYG: I’m sorry.

MYG: I’m trying to fix this, thank you for being so kind and patient. Things will get better.

MYG: You don’t have to come to the festival, just so you know. Let me know, and we can cover for you somehow. Make up an excuse. Don’t feel like you have to come, or even speak to me. I’ll understand.

MYG: Sorry for texting so late! I just realized what time it is. Go to sleep. Sorry if I woke you up.

MYG: Sorry.

I’m caught between feeling choked up about the apology and trying to even wrap my mind around the fact that Min Yoongi is up in the middle of the night typing out an apology text to some girl he’s never met.

“Who even are you? Who does this?”

Hardly trusting myself to write back a proper reply, I squint into the screen as I hesitantly type letter by letter. Writing in Korean at four in the morning is not one of my strong points.

ME: I think I’m more exhausted by the amount of times you just said sorry than with what time it is. Go to sleep, Yoongi.

It takes all of thirty seconds for a reply to come through.

MYG: 😅 I guess good morning, Cara.

ME: Good morning, Yoongi.

I fall asleep watching the three dots on my phone appear and disappear as Min Yoongi ponders what next to say in this unlikely forming friendship.

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A Dangerous Game

part 22

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Hello, darlings! Second update of the night because I lack any and all impulse control, and I hate myself! But I love all of you!!-- chaotic puff.

“She won’t eat. She won’t sleep. She just… she just lies there.” Namjoon whispered speaking to Jin from the other side of the bed. “I don’t know what to do, hyung. It’s like she’s dead.”

“How long has she been like this?” He asked his voice just as soft, just as serious as he gazed down at the woman.

She was curled in on her side staring unseeing out at the world as she lay tucked up under the covers. Moni was curled up in a puff near her stomach. Namjoon never let the dog on the bed, but he made no move to move the creature now, not when Y/N loved him so much.

“Since the other day. Since the meeting with those bastards from GOT7.”

“Dammit, Namjoon!” Jin hissed running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I told! I told you it wasn’t a good idea to bring her there.”

“I know.” The man’s eyes dropped to her prone form. “I fucking know.” He growled turning his gaze back to the doctor. “How do I fix her?”

Jin glared at the younger man but moved to sit beside her on the bed. He gently lifted her wrist checking her pulse before moving on to check her temperature. “Her pulse is normal, and there’s no fever. Physically, she seems fine. Y/N? Sweet girl, can you hear me?” He asked softly brushing her hair away from her face. She didn’t move, nor did she give any indication that she heard him.

“She hasn’t responded to anything since we got home.”  Namjoon sighed pacing agitatedly. “I don’t know what to do, Jin.”

Jin looked between the pair. What a mess they made. Namjoon looked like he hadn’t slept in days, and Y/N was catatonic. “I can put her on an IV and give her something to help her sleep, but there’s not much else I can do.”

“Jin,” Namjoon pleaded coming to kneel by the bed taking her limp hand in his. “I can’t lose her.”

“I’ll do what I can, but it’s up to her to come out of this. She’s…” He paused trying to think of the right words to say. “She’s been through a lot. I think it finally all hit her. She just needs time.”

“She can have all the time she needs so long as she comes back to me.”

“She’ll need to eat when she wakes up. Something light. Her stomach will be delicate after a few days of not eating. Try to make her comfortable. Surround her with things that make her feel safe.” Jin recommended feeling sorry for the other man. “She likes Peonies.” He suggested gazing sadly down at her, the guilt eating at him for not fighting harder to keep her away from that meeting.

Jin carefully set up the IV leaving her with a saline drip and a sedative to put her to sleep for the first time since Jackson had allowed her to be sold off in the name of an organization she had no part in. Every time she closed her eyes she could see the guilty look on Jackson’s face, the smirk on JB’s face. She felt Namjoon’s touch on her skin. The oblivion of the sedative was a relief, a dreamless sleep to take her away from it all. Namjoon was not granted such relief though.

He stayed by her bedside, watching over her as she slept for the first time in days. He wanted her submission, but he did not want her like this. He cursed Jaebum over and over in his mind already thinking of way he could get himself out of this “alliance” and put a bullet in the bastard’s brains, Jackson’s too. He never should have agreed to letting her come to that meeting. When he was through with them, there would be no such thing as GOT7.  

Y/N slept for two days the entire of which time, Jin remained in the estate monitoring her progress. He’d even managed to force Namjoon to take a break eventually shoving the man into bed before he could collapse from exhaustion. Yoongi had been placed in charge of the business much to the man’s annoyance. He preferred to keep to the field. He was a brilliant marksman and a ruthless negotiator, but he hated the administrative side of the business.

“Is she awake yet?” Namjoon asked returning in a rush after having been called in by Yoongi to deal with something.

Jin looked up from his book to look at the bedraggled man. “No, Joon. The sedative’s all out of her system by now though, so she’s just sleeping.”

“How long till she wakes up?” He asked settling into the chair Jin had vacated taking her hand in his.

“She’ll wake up when she wakes up.” The doctor shrugged.

“It’s been three days, Jin.” He murmured softly rubbing circles into the skin on the back of her hand. “She has to wake up. She has to.”

The doctor shrugged again. “She’ll wake up when she’s ready to. Give her time, Joon.”

“Three days.” And Namjoon looked like he hadn’t slept in any one of those three days despite the sleep Jin had forced him to get.

“She’s been getting IV nutrition. It’s not ideal, but she’ll be okay for now. If she doesn’t wake up on her own by tomorrow, we’ll take her to the medical center. Okay?”

Namjoon nodded his agreement though his attention was focused on the woman lying in the bed just as she had for the past week. He wasn’t sure which was worse, the days when she had lain there vacant or the days of this endless slumber. He longed for her to wake, to see her look at him with anything but those terrible empty eyes she had had ever since that meeting.

“Please, wake up.” He whispered placing soft kisses on the back of her hand. “Please. I’ll give you anything you want. Just come back to me.” He pleaded eyes fixed on her face. She looked so peaceful, but he would give anything to see her open her eyes. He’d even be happy to have her screaming at him again just as long as she’d wake up.

Namjoon was not an easy man by any means. He had fought for his position building Bangtan up from the ground until he was internationally feared and more powerful than he had ever imagined, but his woman made him soft. In his eyes, she was such a fragile thing, and yet he knew she held remarkable strength. She’d been fighting him ever since he’d brought her here, and as much as he craved her submission, he still wanted her fire as well.

“We can go to Jeju.” He murmured talking even though he was unsure if she could hear him or not or if she wanted to hear his voice. “I have a vacation house there. You’d like it. It’s by the sea. We could have the wedding there if you wanted, or we could have the wedding here in the garden. I know how much you love the gardens.”

“Come back to me.” He begged moving a strand of hair away from her face. “Please. We’ll be better. I’ll be better. Just come back.”  

His heart nearly stopped in his chest when he saw the first flutters of her eyelids.

“Y/N?” He asked grasping her hand tighter in his as she stirred. “Jagi?” His voice was barely above a whisper in fear that if he spoke any louder it would break the spell and the stirring would be a dream, and she would still be lying there like death. “Please, jagi.”

Her eyes opened slowly blinking unseeingly as she came out of her drug induced slumber. “Jagi?” He grip on her tightened again. Her eyes were still hazy, but they were looking at him. He jumped and sprinted to the door. “Jin!” He screamed into the hallway. “Jin, she’s awake!”

Namjoon rushed back to her side.  “Jagi? Can you hear me?” She groaned noncommittally and curled onto her side. “No, no. You have to stay awake, jagi.” He cooed climbing into the bed beside her, propping her up halfway against the pillows and halfway against his chest. “Stay awake for me, jagi.”  

“Tired.” She groaned snuggling into his chest closing her eyes again.

“I know, but you have to stay awake.”  He cooed checking to make sure her IV was still positioned well. “Jin needs to check you over.

“Jin?” She asked.

“Yeah…” He murmured into her hair. “Jin will be here soon. He needs to make sure you’re alright. You’ve been asleep a long time.”

“M’ tired.”  

“No sleeping.” The man felt a wave of relief go through him as Jin rushed into the room medical bag in hand. “Jin, she’s awake.”

He smiled also relieved by the development. “I can see that. How are you feeling, sweet girl?”  The doctor was all gentle hands and soft voice as he began to check her over. “Do you have a headache?”

“I’m tired.”

Jin hummed in agreement running a thermometer over her forehead. “I know, but you can’t sleep yet. You’ve been asleep for three days, sweet girl. I need you to stay awake and eat something for me. Can you do that?”

“I don’t wanna.” She whined scrunching her brow and burrowing back further into Namjoon’s arms and the pillows.

“You have to. I’ll have Miss In prepare some porridge for you and some tea.” He smiled looking at Namjoon whose sole focus was the woman in his arms. “Do you think you can get her to eat?”

“I can try.”  He nodded.

“My hair… is itchy.”  She whined making both hair chuckle.

“She seems okay. But she needs to eat something.” Jin informed giving the pair a relieved smile as he disconnected her from the saline drip. “I’ll be back later to check on her again after she’d eaten. Don’t let her go back to sleep, okay?”

“Can she wash her hair?” Namjoon asked remembering her complaint.

The doctor thought for a moment but nodded. “That should be fine, but don’t leave her alone in the bathroom. She’s a little hazy still.”

“Thank you, hyung.”

“Don’t let her sleep.”  Jin turned from the door to shoot them both a stern look rolling his eyes in exasperation when he saw her beginning to nod off again, and Namjoon paying very little attention to him. “Namjoon. I mean it. No sleeping.”

The other man waved him off already easing the woman out of bed and into a bridal hold to carry her to the bathroom. “I’ve got her, Jin.”

“You better.” He huffed. “I’m still holding you accountable for all of this.”

“I know, hyung.” He sighed tightening his hold on her as her head lolled onto his shoulder. “I’ll take care of her.”

With that, Namjoon took the still hazy woman to the bathroom to take care of that hair. He set her down on the counter leaning her back against the mirror as he moved to prep the tub. While the water was filling, he came back over to gently as possible help her out of the silk camisole and pant set she had been lying in before stripping himself down as well.  He knew better than to allow her alone in the bath while she was still so out of it. While her compliance was nice, it was also disconcerting. She never would have allowed this if she was fully herself.

“Okay, jagi.” He cooed scooping her up again. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He eased them both down into the warm water settling himself against the tub and her against his chest letting her rest there as he took a rag up and down each of her limbs carefully going over every inch of her. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help but relish the feeling of her in his arms allowing him this sort of intimacy with her.

“Is it alright if I wash your hair for you, jagi?” He murmured gently gathering her hair to one side.

“Yeah.”  She whispered sitting up to give him more access now that she was more awake.

Namjoon’s long fingers gently worked the shampoo through her hair massaging her scalp in the process earning a hum of pleasure from the woman. He repeated this process again after rinsing before working the conditioner through her hair as well allowing her to rest once more against his chest as they waited for it to set.

“You scared me.” He sighed wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

“Please,” He groaned burying his face in her neck. “Never do that again.”  

She didn’t say anything. Her eyes were instead staring ahead of her unfocused and solemn. Every piece of her longed to sink back into the dreamless sleep she had so blissfully been in less than an hour ago.

Namjoon waited for a reply even when none came. Eventually he gave up on that instead choosing to hum some tune under his breath as he rinsed the conditioner out of her hair. When that was done, he helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel leaving her in the bathroom as he went to grab them both something clean to wear.

He returned dressed in a pair of sweats and a long sleeved t-shirt. It had to be the most dressed down she had ever seen him, she noted as he helped her into a new camisole and pant set in a light pink silk before slipping a soft silk robe over her shoulders as well.

“Let’s dry your hair, okay?” He asked leading her to sit down. “We don’t want you to get sick.”

Eventually, they were both dressed and dried, and Namjoon carried her back out to the bedroom settling her on the large, cushy sofa that sat at the foot of the bed across from the television. He moved to leave, but her hand shot out to grab his wrist, much to his surprise.

“Stay?” She asked willing to take any form of comfort at this point.

“I have to get you something to eat.” He murmured placing a kiss on her forehead. “But I’ll be right back. Would you like me to bring Moni?”

“Yeah.”

part 23

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BTS Reaction: You are a successful CEO

Namjoon

Namjoon finds it amazing how you remain so humble. So he asks you about it. When you tell him it’s because you came from nothing and worked your way up the ranks he is even more amazed. He knows how hard you work and helps in any way he can. He might not know too much about business but he will try to learn so he can help you more and take some of the load off your plate. Whether it’s organizing your schedule (because he knows all too well how to do this) or just being there to comfort you and be a pillar of support when things get stressful, he’s always willing to do whatever he can to make things a little easier.

Jin

You might be humble about your achievements, but he sure isn’t. He’s your #1 hype man. At first he tries to encourage you to brag about yourself just a little bit but you just aren’t having it. You were raised to be humble and never take what you’ve been given for granted. When you tell him this he just has even more respect and admiration for you.

“You’re amazing you know? I just want you to know that and I hope you believe it yourself.”

Whenever you have a particularly hard day or busy day he always makes you food and brings it to your office, wanting to make sure you don’t forget to eat and are taking care of yourself.

Yoongi

He understands that you don’t really like attention drawn to your achievements, you don’t brag about it. Every time you are asked about them in interviews you just brush it off like it’s nothing. And honestly your humbleness is part of the reason he adores you so much.

So whenever he sees an article about you, he doesn’t say anything. He just shows you he’s proud of you in the way that he gives you a hug that lingers a little longer when you get home and ruffles your hair when he lets go, that he has a nice home cooked meal waiting for you and tells you that you work hard and deserve to be spoiled too.

Hoseok

Hoseok brags about you every change he gets. You are humble and he loves that about you, but he wants the world to know how amazing and great and successful you are! Whenever he has an interview he always finds a way to turn it around and talk about you.

“So you guys have recently won at the billboard awards.”

“Yeah we did! But you know who else did an amazing job? My beautiful girlfriend. Did you see that recent deal she closed with that company?” And he will continue to praise you until he’s blue in the face.

Jimin

Jimin is constantly texting the group chat with the members whenever you achieve something amazing. They are just invested in your life as Jimin, he makes sure of that. You always know when he tells them something because your phone blows up with messages from the members congratulating you.

“Ah, Jimin! Why do you always have to brag about me to the members?”

“Because you deserve to be praised! You are so successful and smart and doing such wonderful things for your company and I am proud of you. I just want everyone to know that.” You can’t help but be endeared by the way he is looking at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Okay just… maybe tone it down a little?”

“Do you even know me at all?” Your laughter bubbles up escapes and he smiles back at you.

“Okay. I guess I better just get used to the attention then huh?”

“Yes. Yes indeed you should.”

Taehyung

Every time a new article comes out about your achievements, Taehyung cuts it out of the newspaper and hangs in on the refrigerator. When you come home and see the last space has been filled you can’t help but let out a huff.  

“Taehyung there isn’t another inch of space left on the fridge. And besides it’s not that big of a deal!”

“Then I will buy us another one. Or you can Miss Rich and Successful CEO.” He playfully winks at you and you can’t help but laugh.  “If it bothers you I will stop. I know you like to be humble and not really bring attention to your achievements but, I’m just really proud of you, you know?” He kisses your forehead and ruffles your hair.

“If it’s you I don’t mind. Thank you, Taehyung.”

Jungkook

Jungkook was a little intimidated by you at first. You had already accomplished and achieved so much and he worried if you would be a bit arrogant. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. You were so incredibly kind and humble, just like he was and he found himself immediately smitten with you. As often as he pointed out all of the amazing things you had done, you had done the same for him. And even in interviews where you were asked about your accomplishments for the year, you never dwelled on them for long and always found a way to mention how much more amazing you thought what he was doing through his music was instead. You two are each other’s biggest fans, and often get in playful arguments over who has helped people the most through their careers.

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[dovechim]

bam! you got scammed! 02 (m)

please read part 01 here first 

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➾ warnings: excessive mentions of cum, mentions of unsanitary usage of cum, squirting dildo, cam girl/ cam boy AU, male masturbation, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, slight slut shaming, unprotected sex, creampie

➾ summary: some might say it’s unethical. some might even say you’re a scammer. in this dog eats dog world, the line between right and wrong is a grey area indeed. but as a cam girl, there’s no such thing as work ethic, at least not to you.

jeon jeongguk learns the hard way when he falls for your scam, but you can be sure he isn’t about to let you get away with this.

➾ a/n: thank you for all the messages of love!!! i enjoyed reading them ^^ as promised, this is the final part for this series. enjoy, and as always, have a lovely week ahead ♡

Seokjin unlocks the door, whistling a jaunty tune as he twirls his keys on his index finger. Life is good. He just got paid after completing a particularly large order, all his washing is being taken care of, and now he can relax and unwind with one of his cupcakes from the reject pile, and a glass of wine.

But when he walks into the kitchen, the bowls and utensils are still piled high in the sink. Not a single item has been washed, and the kitchen is in the exact same state as he had left it.

Seokjin leaves the kitchen and sees that Jeongguk’s keys are where they should be on his designated spot on the counter, so it means that he is home. Why isn’t he doing the dishes then? He heads to Jeongguk’s room and knocks loudly five times, unable to keep the agitation from his voice.

“Jeon, why aren’t the dishes done yet? I told you earlier, didn’t I? I need to use them again later, and if they’re not washed and dried by then—“

There is no answer, so Seokjin takes it upon himself to open the door, shielding his eyes from whatever shenanigans that might be going on—

But all he finds is Jeon Jeongguk glaring at his computer screen, a whisk on his desk. He doesn’t even stir when Seokjin clears his throat. Finally, Seokjin prods him on the shoulder. “Are you… what are you doing? How was the stream?”

“Don’t talk about it, hyung.” Jeongguk is very clearly sulking, but there is a firmness to his jaw that puts Seokjin on edge slightly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

On the outside, Jeon Jeongguk may look calm and composed. But in reality, on the inside he is on the verge of a mental breakdown. How could you do such a thing? All this while you had been scamming him and who knows how many others, and if not for him, no one would have ever been the wiser. The person whom he admired turned out to be nothing but a cheater and a shameless scammer, and it’s just too hard to accept.

“Is this a… wow, this looks pretty good,” Seokjin is distracted by the whisk currently on Jeon Jeongguk’s table, and he picks it up to inspect it closely. “It’s a good brand too! Where did you get it? Are you starting to get into baking? I’ll teach you the ropes!”

“Don’t bother,” Jeongguk mutters in response to Seokjin’s mounting excitement. “It was a special prize for the winner of this week’s bidding contest. From meringuebaby. It was just another one of her toys.”

“Her… her toys?” Seokjin drops the whisk immediately as the real purpose of this instrument dawns on him. His fingers feel filthy. But he’s able to put aside his disgust for a moment as he notices how down Jeon Jeongguk looks, and how monotone his voice is, when he should be on top of the moon after his favourite cam girl’s stream. “But… what’s wrong? Why do you look and sound like someone just scammed you of a million dollars?”

Jeongguk blows out a sigh as his shoulders droop. “I did get scammed, hyung.”

“What?!” Seokjin can’t exactly say he’s surprised, but his reaction comes out just the same anyway. It’s all he can think of to say, because as much as he’d warned Jeongguk before, he never thought that this would actually happen.

Just then, Yoongi happens to walk by Jeongguk’s open door, and he pokes his head in. Sizing up the situation: Jeongguk’s depressed state, Seokjin’s open mouth; he puts two and two together.

“She sent you a whisk because you’re that whipped for her.” Yoongi says in a deadpan tone. “Get it? Whipped?”

“Fuck off, hyung,” Jeongguk says with no real venom in his voice, but that’s how Seokjin knows that the youngest is truly affected to a serious extent by all of this. His usual self wouldn’t even glare at Yoongi, let alone swear at him.

But Yoongi cackles as he walks off, scratching his butt as he gets ready to start on an all-nighter. “Don’t get mad, Jeon. Get even.”

Jeongguk is quiet for a moment as Yoongi’s words sink in. Seokjin glances at the youngest in concern, and what he says next scares Seokjin so much that he almost shits his pants.

“He’s right. I’m gonna fucking get even.”

♡

You walk into class with not even a care in the world. Your skin is clear, assignments submitted, and your bank account is not in the negatives for once. Settling in your seat, you find yourself beside Jeon Jeongguk again, and you greet him with a cheerful smile.

“Morning! Isn’t it a great day?” You grin at him. “Oh, I wanted to ask you! Did you manage to find a part-time job? You paid the tuition on time right?”

Jeongguk’s smile looks a little forced as he turns to you. “Y-yeah, I did. I asked for an advance payment and got a loan.”

“That’s great! Everything turned out well then!” You pat him on the back in congratulations. “I’m happy for you!”

But Jeongguk only sighs as he watches the professor start up his laptop, and load the first slide on a pair project worth half the grade. “By the way… have you ever been scammed before, ______?”

Caught off guard at the sudden change in topic, you frown in thought. “Scammed? Um… no, I can’t say I have… I mean, who falls for scams nowadays? Love scams, credit card fraud, things like that are pretty easy to catch aren’t they?”

“Not all,” Jeongguk says glumly. “Scammers these days are becoming smarter and smarter. And the ways which they scam people…” he groans as he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “You won’t believe how these pieces of scum live their lives.”

Jeongguk seems to be getting more and more worked up, and you laugh, trying not to let the nervousness become too obvious.

“Did you… did you get scammed recently?”

“Yeah, I did,” Jeongguk clenches his fists, and his jaw hardens, his tongue against the side of his cheek. He looks thoroughly pissed, and even though you’re pretty sure he’s not angry at you, seeing this side of him is almost enough for you to piss your pants. You thought he was nothing more than a cute boy with doe eyes, but it seems like he’s capable of having quite a temper too.

“I’m sorry… that must be so awful.” You sigh, patting him on the back cautiously. Despite his predicament, it doesn’t damper your spirits of having money in your bank account for the first time. And so, you feel generous again. “You know what? If you be my partner for this project, lunch is on me today. There’s this new hotdog place on campus, we should go there.”

At the mention of food, the dark and stormy look on his face fades, and his bunny smile is back in full force.

“Can I get two hotdogs?”

♡

“You stay with your roommate?” Jeongguk is munching on his second hotdog and holding his third one as he follows you into your apartment. “It’s a nice place, way nicer than the hellhole I live in.”

You open the door to your room and show him in. “Really? I thought it was just normal… how bad is your place?”

“It’s probably because I live with two other guys,” Jeongguk adds as an afterthought. “One of them pulls all-nighters and then he eats the entire contents of our kitchen. The other one destroys our kitchen every time he bakes.”

Jeongguk finds an empty spot to put his bag down, right by your closet as he gets out his notes from the lecture. He takes a seat on the chair that you pulled out for him. “Should we start with the project outline first?”

You are organising your desk, trying to find all the past week’s notes for that module. “Yeah sure. Just give me a minute though. I think I left some of my notes in the living room outside.”

You excuse yourself to leave the room, and Jeongguk occupies himself with reading the first few bullet points on the page. But after a while, he gets bored, and he glances around your room.

The décor is nice. There is a pink fluffy mat under his feet that feels soft, and the walls are painted a similar shade. Your desk is neat and organized, with just your computer and a few stacks of paper on it, and a pink throw is draped over the back of your chair. Overall, it’s a very cute and girlish bedroom, but it strikes him as a little odd because he wouldn’t have pinned you for that princess type.

He pushes his chair backwards to get a better look at the room, and it bumps into your closet. He freezes immediately, not wanting to damage anything, but luckily, it didn’t make a dent. Jeongguk turns back around in relief, but right at that moment, something soft and pink falls onto his head, and it partially obscures his vision.

“What the fu—“ Jeongguk shakes his head wildly, hands coming up to brush the foreign object out of his eyes, when he realises what it is— a pink wig.

His stomach sinks and his breath quickens as he inspects it more closely, turning it around and around in his hands until he is holding the top of the wig.

It looks exactly like meringuebaby’s hair.

Jeongguk stands up to look at the top of the closet where the wig apparently fell from, and he tiptoes so that he can see if anything else is stored there. He catches a glimpse of pink, white, and some glittery things, and amidst all that, a star topped wand.

“What the fuck,” Jeongguk mutters to himself over and over as he glances back at the desk, then at the wall opposite. No wonder it looked so familiar. He’s been seeing this room every week for the past year, and that can only mean—

“I found it!” You open the door at that very moment, a smile on your face as you hold up a stack of notes. “What are you doing— oh.”

You see Jeon Jeongguk holding your pink wig in his clenched fist, and your heart skips a beat. How did he even find that? You made sure to put away all traces of your alter-ego after you’re done with your stream, in case anyone comes over at the last minute.

“Oh, I use that for cosplay sometimes,” you laugh nervously as you reach out for it. “It must have dropped from on top of the closet, right? Sorry about that. I should put away my things more neatly.”

You are rambling out of nervousness, and you are fully aware of it. But you can’t help yourself, especially when Jeongguk turns to you slowly, the same look on his face. His tongue is pushed against the side of his cheek, a muscle jumps in his cheek, and his eyes are narrowed.

“Are you… are you meringuebaby?”

Your first instinct is to deny it. But then Jeongguk shifts his gaze to where the star of your wand is sticking out from the top of your wardrobe, and he almost looks as if he’s going to march over and pull it out. All of a sudden, you can’t remember where you stashed away your purple squirting dildo, it might have been behind the star wand—

Jeon Jeongguk is reaching up for the wand, and is about to pull it down.

“I am! Yes, I am,” your cheeks are burning with mortification as you blurt out the truth in order to stop him from reaching for the star wand. “Do you… do you watch my streams?”

Jeongguk turns back to you with an unfathomable look on his face. “I did way more than just watch them.”

“Are you a… are you a subscriber, by any chance?” Your voice grows higher and higher with every word, and suddenly, his expression darkens.

His eyes scan your body up and down, and he shakes his head in disbelief. “You look… you look so different.”

You realise that he’s not so subtly staring at your chest, and then at your face.

“It was all a lie, wasn’t it?” Jeongguk looks around the room slowly. “The girl on stream and you… you’re like two different people. Your voice is different. Your eyes are different. Your face is different. Fuck, even your tits are different!”

“Did you really think a pink haired girl with blue eyes and huge anime tits who constantly giggles and eats cupcakes all day long really exists?” You roll your eyes as you cross your arms defensively to shield your chest from his gaze. “Next you’ll be telling me you believe that Gamer Girl Bath Water is real too!”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen before he averts his gaze with a jerk of his head, and that reflex action tells you everything you need to know.

“I didn’t buy it,” Jeongguk clears his throat defensively and crosses his arms again, looking as if he is trying to regain his composure. “Anyway, that’s not the point. I can’t believe you’re a fraud. I thought you were better than this. I really… I really…”

I really admired you.

Jeongguk is unable to get the words out. He feels pathetic, like his world has just come crashing down. More than that, he feels embarrassed to be like this in front of you.

“…can’t believe this,” he says as he dumps the wig on the ground, dusting his hands off as if he’d just touched something dirty. Your eyes narrow at his behaviour, and a part of you starts to get angry. Jeongguk kicks the pink wig across the floor, and that’s when you really lose it.

“That was totally unnecessary,” you cross your arms as you glare at him, your embarrassment vanishing in the face of your anger. “If you watched my streams, then you have no right to act as if what I’m doing is disgusting. You enjoyed it too, you have no right to act like you’re superior.”

Jeon Jeongguk only clenches his fists and says nothing.

“It’s not my fault that I don’t match up with the version of me that you made up in your head,” you say finally. “Yeah, I mean it sucks, realising that someone you watch on stream every week is actually something else in real life, but what are you gonna do, huh? Reality is disappointing!”

“It’s not just that! Do you really not feel guilty at all for what you’re doing?” Jeongguk shoots back. “You’re scamming people! You promise them one thing, and then behind their backs you scam and con them of their money. I bet you get a huge laugh every time you get the cum in the mail. Oh wait, you don’t even open it! You just throw it out like it’s trash and then laugh in our faces!”

Upon hearing him, your heart freezes in your chest. All this while you thought that he was calling you out for being a fraud because you wear five pushup bras and a ton of makeup, but now it seems as if…

“Wa-wait, what are you talking about?” Your hands start to get sweaty. Did he find out? No, that’s impossible. How would he know just by seeing the pink wig and your star wand? All it tells him is that you’re a cam girl streamer, so how would he—

“Drop the act, I know you pretend to stuff strangers’ cum inside you, but all you really do is just use fake cum in your purple dildo,” Jeongguk points an accusing finger at you.

“How did you— how did you…” Your voice trails off, and your eyes dart around the room for any incriminating hints. No one but Irene knows about this, so how did he…?

Jeongguk has had enough of confronting this scammer. The girl whom he thought he admired turned out to be nothing like what he imagined. At least now he knows that you never read the letter he wrote to you, so he can at least retain some of his dignity.

“I thought you were different, at least,” Jeongguk says at last, and somehow, those words feel like a stab to your gut. He picks up his bag and brushes past you on the way to the door. “I’ll see myself out.”

You pick up your wig, turning around to follow him out, but Jeongguk is quicker, and the front door slams. You groan in frustration, throwing the wig against the door. Just then, you spot the package that you’d been meaning to dispose of in a bio-hazard safe way still sitting near the door, and it hits you.

That package didn’t really contain cum after all, did it? You never opened it to check, and you still did your stream as per normal. Picking up the box, you take a deep breath and open the lid to confirm for sure, half hoping that you’ll see something disgusting like congealed cum in vials, like the first few times you did this.

But all that the box contains is some pretty confetti and an envelope.

You swear under your breath. That must have been how your scam was discovered, except how did someone like Jeon Jeongguk come to know about it? Unless… unless…

Jeon Jeongguk was the one who’d sent in the package that was supposed to be his cum, but didn’t.

Jeon Jeongguk is jackedasjeon.

“Holy shit,” you can’t stop the words from leaving your mouth as all of the realisations hit you at once. That means all this while, Jeon Jeongguk has been donating religiously as your platinum subscriber. This means that Jeon Jeongguk paid $800 to send you a package containing… a letter?

You pick up the envelope and tear it open, reaching inside for a stack of paper folded in half, and covered in scribbled handwriting. At the top, it says ‘To meringuebaby’, and you scan through the letter, catching phrases here and there:

I really admire you.

You made the bad days not so bad.

I think you’re a really nice person.

I like watching your streams not to see you naked, but because you always make us feel like we’re your friends.

You made me feel less lonely.

“What the hell, Jeon Jeongguk?” You mutter under your breath as you reach the end of the letter where he had signed off with his username. Also included in the envelope are his test results that indicate he’s clean, though you don’t see why he’d include it if he wasn’t intending to mail you his cum anyway.

Even though there’s no one around to hear you right now, you can’t help but talk aloud, as overwhelming as everything is. “Why do you have to be such a fucking weirdo? Why couldn’t you just send me cum like all of these other horny, disgusting men?”

If he’d done like he was supposed to, none of this would have happened. If only he wasn’t such a sappy piece of shit, he wouldn’t have found out that he’d been cheated of his money and thus wouldn’t feel as bad. Neither would your ruse have been discovered, nor would you feel like you’re drowning in your guilt right now.

You don’t feel guilty for all those men who willingly believe in the premise that you sell them. After all, we all choose what we want to believe, and it was their choice to continue subscribing and bidding.  For those men, they have a desire, and you are merely just fulfilling it. To you, it’s just another job that has slightly sketchy ethics that you’re not exactly proud of, but you have long ago accepted that it’s what you have to do to survive.

But all because of Jeon Jeongguk… Jeon Jeongguk, that idiot running around with the belief that the world is such a pure and ideal place to live in…

For the first time since you started doing this, you actually feel guilty.

♡

“Not tuning in this week?” Yoongi asks as he walks by with a 1.5L bottle of coke under one arm, and a bag of chips in the other.

Jeongguk is currently slouched on the sofa, playing some random game on his phone. His eyes drift to the older man still dressed in his sweatpants even though it’s already 3pm.

“I’m never watching meringuebaby again,” Jeongguk mutters.

Yoongi sighs as he sets the bottle down, munching on a handful of chips. “That’s a pity. She was hot.”

“It’s not her, it’s her five pushup bras…” Jeongguk rolls his eyes as he goes back to his game. But what Yoongi says next catches his attention.

“Did you find a way to get even yet?”

Oh. Right. Get even. He hadn’t even thought about that. The past few days he’d just been lying around the house with no motivation to even attend class or go to his part time job, and Seokjin had commented that it was as if he broke up with his girlfriend or something.

“Not yet, hyung,” Jeongguk answers with a sigh, rejecting yet another call from his manager from his part time job.

Yoongi watches Jeongguk reject call after call from his manager. “You still have debts to repay, don’t you?”

“Don’t remind me,” Jeongguk groans.

“You know, whatever meringuebaby is doing, I’m pretty sure you could too,” Yoongi says casually as he empties the bag of chips into his mouth and reaches for the coke, walking off without saying any more.

Could he possibly mean…

Jeon Jeongguk grabs his laptop and types in the familiar website. On the landing page, he astutely observes that your stream, usually held at this timing, isn’t on right now, but he forces himself to ignore it as he navigates to his homepage.

♡

“It can’t be that bad, seeing as your page hasn’t been taken down or anything,” Irene pets your hair gently as you lie across her lap. “You should still hold a stream today. Maybe… don’t talk about the cum in the mail thing for a while. You’ll still get donations, and you know your viewers love seeing you even if you aren’t doing anything!”

Pure, kind Irene. She’s trying her best to get you out of this depressive mood, and while her words are comforting, you’re not sure they’re exactly true, or if she’s just being nice to you as usual.

“He made me feel like shit,” you say with your face buried in her thigh. ‘Stupid fucking Jeon Jeongguk. Now I don’t even know what I should do, it’s all his fault!”

Irene sighs as you continue to wail and kick your feet in frustration.

“I feel so bad,” your voice is muffled. “I don’t want to feel bad for that stupid weird punk who sent me a love letter instead of his cum like he was supposed to, but… he…”

“You just feel bad because he spent a lot of money on you, and he’s just a student himself,” Irene guesses, and you seize on that reason, sitting up immediately.

“Exactly! You’re right. You’re absolutely right. That must be the reason why,” you’re aware that you’re rambling like a lunatic at this point, and you sound desperate to convince yourself.

It’s so much easier to deal with horny men. You don’t feel bad taking their money because technically they are getting what they paid for. But how are you supposed to deal with a punk like Jeon Jeongguk?

“Just say hi to your viewers,” Irene persuades you as she brings you your laptop. “You’ll feel better if you just stick to your normal routine instead of moping around and thinking about him.”

She pats your shoulder a few times, giving you a reassuring smile as she leaves to prepare for her afternoon classes. You sigh and open your laptop. But then, the thought of having to do your hair and makeup in order to get into character and preserve your identity makes you feel exhausted. It gets tiring to pretend to be someone else entirely. So you abandon the idea of just having a normal stream altogether.

Your regular viewers must be wondering where you are this week since you didn’t post any notification stating that there would be no stream today. You click on your homepage and open up a new post, but then you notice that jackedasjeon is still at the top of your subscriber list. Only today, there’s something different. There is a green dot indicating that he’s online, but apart from that, there is also a small heart beside his name that helps to differentiate between the streamers and the viewers, and…

Wait. This can’t be. There has to be some kind of mistake.

You click on his name and you’re brought to his page, only for a notification to pop up.

jackedasjeon is currently streaming! click here to view now♡

Streaming? What?

Out of curiosity, you follow the link, and then it leads to a video of Jeon Jeongguk half-naked, with his abs fully on display, a dumbbell in one hand as he talks and addresses the camera. His stream is titled: ‘they call me the energizer bunny’, along with eggplant, bunny and winking emojis.

Oh my god. You cover your mouth, but you are unable to look away. Not even when Jeon Jeongguk starts to palm himself with one hand, still doing reps with his dumbbell in the other. Only a fool like him would think of something like exercising while jerking off, but somehow, you can’t bring yourself to click off from his stream. Especially when you see the outline in his sweatpants that reminds you of the dick pic he had sent you.

Just as he’s starting to lower the waistband of his sweatpants, just before you see the head of his cock appear, you force yourself to close the window. No, you can’t do this. You already scammed him of his money. No matter how hot he is, you can’t watch his stream and dig yourself even deeper into that hole of guilt.

So you go back to your homepage, finish typing up a notice that you’ll pause the streaming indefinitely, and shut down your computer before heading to bed.

♡

Seokjin is searching up new recipes to test out, when all of a sudden, there is a notification on his phone.

“Hmm? Jeon Jeongguk just wired me money?” Seokjin frowns as he scrutinises the text. He wasn’t expecting to be paid back this soon.

Speaking of the devil, Jeon Jeongguk comes strolling out of his room, drenched in sweat and headed straight for the tap to drink from it. Seokjin wrinkles his nose in distaste, but since he got back his money, he’s in a good mood.

“Hey. How’d you pay me back so fast?”

Jeongguk finishes drinking from the tap and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he walks to the fridge and gets out a carton of milk. “I have my ways.”

He even looks smug as he gulps down half a carton just like that. His milk moustache drips onto his white shirt as Jeongguk returns the milk to the fridge, and Seokjin just can’t control his curiosity.

“You didn’t… do something illegal did you?”

“Ah hyung, am I really that stupid to you?”Jeongguk shoots the elder an irritated glare. “I just started doing something I should have thought of ages ago. Something that allows me to make money and get even.” Jeongguk is smiling to himself in a way that makes Seokjin nervous. “Why didn’t I do this sooner? Who knew it would be this easy? All my problems are solved!”

It’s never a good sign when Jeon Jeongguk says something like that. All sorts of scenarios are crossing Seokjin’s mind, from Jeongguk selling his organs on the black market, to resorting to selling drugs on campus… oh god, he wouldn’t go there, would he?

“I started streaming too. As a cam boy.” Jeongguk proudly announces, and Seokjin’s jaw drops.

“What??”

“I’m almost at the top of the leaderboard already even though I just started out,” he says nonchalantly. “I already quit my part-time job. If I had known it was this easy…”

Seokjin can’t think of anything else to say, so he does the first thing that crosses his mind. He whacks Jeongguk across the back of his head.

“Ow! What was that for?” Jeongguk turns around with a wounded expression, eyes wide.

“I don’t know if you know this, but usually when people do things like being a pornstar or stream on cam sites, they keep their identity a secret from those around them!” Seokjin gets up and paces across the kitchen in exasperation. Now he has that very unwelcome visual image of Jeongguk sitting at his desk, touching himself in front of thousands of viewers…

He shakes his head with a groan. “All of you are corrupting me!”

♡

Taking a break from streaming has actually been good for you. You had more time to focus on yourself, you actually completed all of your readings and spent some quality time with Irene too.

And it’s nice not to have to spend hours and hours on your makeup every time you want to stream. Granted, you have no income for the time, but you have plenty of time to come up with something new for your stream.

The familiar trill of the notification from the cam site lights up your phone, and you check it, wondering what it could be since you haven’t been online for nearly a week.

jackedasjeon is now streaming! click here to watch now♡

Ugh. Just the sight of his username sets you on edge. You didn’t even subscribe to his channel, so why are you receiving notifications? It must be because you clicked on his stream that one time. These stupid algorithms must have thought that you’d want to receive notifications for his channel.

Unlocking your phone with the full intention of opting out of notifications, the app instead directs you straight to jackedasjeon’s homepage featuring his live video. You nearly drop your phone in shock at the sudden amount of nudity on your screen. This time, there’s no escape as Jeon Jeongguk is already going at it with all his might, tugging and pulling on his cock as his moans fill your entire room.

He doesn’t sound like how you expected him to. Caught up in his own pleasure, Jeon Jeongguk’s moans are whiny and desperate, and every single little sordid detail is captured on screen for you. His hips arching up towards his hand with every thrust, sweat is dotted on his rock hard abs, and more importantly, he has more viewers than you in a single stream.

“You want to see my thighs?” Jeongguk pauses in his strokes to read the comments, covered in sweat as he pushes his hair back. He glances at his covered legs, pushing down his jeans just a tad. “Get me to 2000 coins, and we’ll see.”

He finishes his sentence with a wink, and almost immediately, you see his coin count climb rapidly. People are paying just to… just to see his thighs??

In fact, his ranking on the leaderboard is second place, according to the number of subscribers, likes and comments; and he just started streaminghowlong ago??

You sit back in shock. How is this possible? You practically pimped yourself out in desperation to get yourself to the top; spent painstaking hours dolling yourself up and decorating your room to match your aesthetic, thought up nefarious schemes and executed them to perfection. Yet Jeon Jeongguk here dares ursurp you from your throne just by jerking off on camera??

He obviously treats this as nothing but a joke. Just because he’s hot and has a dick, he thinks he can just… just…

You turn off his stream angrily, your cheeks flushed and body temperature soaring.

There’s no way he’s snatching your rice bowl from you this easily. He may be hot, alright, but he’s gotta learn that there’s a hierarchy that exists even in things like this, and his position is right at the bottom.

Clearly, he needs someone to show him his place.

♡

Jeongguk sighs as he ends the stream with his cock still hard, slapping it against his abs a few times just to tease his viewers. He checks himself out in the smaller window in the corner of his screen. He knows he looks hot. And doing this a few times has taught him what his viewers like. His coins surge every time he pushes his hair back, every time he glares at the camera as if he’s pissed, and every time he pushes his tongue against his cheek.

Of course, he gets another surge of coins every time he whines as he strokes his cock.

Jeon Jeongguk never thought he’d be a cam boy. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting it to take off this quickly. But after his first stream, his subscriber count just kept rising and rising, and he took advantage of his own soaring libido and free time to stream every day.

Now, he’s this close to taking over your spot in the leaderboard. All in such a short amount of time too. What a joke you must be, if your top spot could be stolen from you so easily.

He types a brief line in the chatroom to promise that he’ll be back later. Jeongguk has realises that his viewers like being teased, and it pays to play hard to get. Once he hits enter, his message gets lost in the flood of comments talking about how handsome he is, how big his cock is and how much they want to ride or suck it respectively.

He would have done this sooner had he known how easy it was. Jerking off already comes naturally to him, so why not earn some money while doing it?

“— Jeon Jeongguk, get your fucking ass out here now!” A familiar voice jolts him out of his reverie, and he falls off his chair when the door to his room flies open, and there you are, eyes burning with rage, hair all over the place, and pointing right at his exposed dick.

“Jeon Jeongguk, you piece of shit. You did this on purpose.”

Jeongguk scrambles to cover himself and pick himself up from his position currently sprawled across the floor, and also retain some of his dignity after being caught off guard.

“How… how the fuck did you get in?” He hisses at you as he tucks his still hard dick away, wary of the fury that seems to be pouring off you in waves.

“Return address. On the package. Your homeless looking roommate let me in.” You wave his question away impatiently as you turn to point at his computer, still on his homepage on the cam site. “Delete your account. Now.”

He follows your gaze, and he smirks in satisfaction. This is the exact response he was hoping to get. Only, he never could have predicted that you’d come all the way here to confront him. Oh, he’ll enjoy this alright. A random thought occurs to him that he needs to thank Yoongi for his suggestion later.

Don’t get mad, get even.

Jeongguk shrugs nonchalantly. “Why should I? Is there a rule that certain people can’t stream on here? Do you own this entire site?”

You sputter in indignation, and your anger only makes Jeongguk more and more gratified. “N-no, but—“

“Then I think that answers the question,” Jeongguk turns to his computer, as if dismissing you.

“You’re doing this as a joke!” You stomp your foot to get his attention again. “Do you even know how much effort I had to put in every week for those streams? How hard I worked for so long to get to the top? And you think you can just… just… do that?”

You gesture at his ratty old grey sweatpants, his unstyled hair that is all over the place from his fingers constantly running through it, and just in general at his messy room.

“Yeah, I can just do this, in fact,” Jeongguk retorts, crossing his arms defiantly. “I can just do this, and beat you while I’m at it.”

“You— you…” You are a sputtering, indignant mess.  The nerve of his stupid insolent brat to—!

Jeongguk is studying his fingernails with an air of indifference. “I got curious, you see. I wanted to find out for myself how easy it was to get to the top. If I could beat you with as little effort as possible. And it looks like I can.”

“Just delete it,” you say in an even tone. “Just delete it and I won’t do anything to you.”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making threats right now, though,” Jeongguk crosses his legs as he leans back in his chair. “I could just out you. You should be thankful that I haven’t already, but just one little post on that site and you’ll be ruined. Do you really want that? You’ll be banned, and you can kiss your source of income goodbye.”

Revenge is sweet, and vengeance is mine, Jeon Jeongguk thinks with a smirk as he watches you struggle in a dilemma. Serves you right for scamming him. No one should ever mess with Jeon Jeongguk.

He glances at his position on the leaderboard, where he is just a few hundred subscribers away from taking over the top spot.

“Although, you are right,” Jeongguk admits, and this catches your attention. “I’m not putting in enough effort… I don’t know how you do it, really.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” You ask cautiously, suspiciously.  

“Maybe you can help me,” Jeongguk continues. “Since you’re already here and all. It’ll be a win win.”

“What are you talking about?” You cross your arms in frustration. “Spit it out and stop beating around the bush, you fucking jerk.”

“I want us to collab,” Jeongguk shoots you a salacious wink as his eyes travel down your body. “You on my channel first. I ended my last stream before I could cum and I promised my viewers I’d be back. But I don’t really feel like jerking off…”

Is he really… is he really asking you for a handjob? Is Jeon Jeongguk really asking you to touch his cock??

“I could just type one short little post…” his voice trails off, and you almost lose it.

“Fine! I’ll do it! Just get it over and done with,” you hate the look on his face as he grins, pushing his chair back and spreading his legs, pointing in between them. “But I can’t show my face. I don’t have my makeup or my wig on.”

“Sure, you can suck my dick with your back facing the camera,” Jeongguk shrugs easily. “They’ll love that we’re collaborating. Look, I’m feeling generous, so I’ll even split half of the donations from this stream with you.”

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously as you reach to tie up your hair, hating every second of it as you kneel in between his spread legs. “Why are you being so nice?”

“I’m always nice, though,” Jeongguk says as he reaches for his mouse to start a new stream, typing in your username in the title. “It’s only fair, and I don’t want you to bite off my dick or anything.”

In between Jeon Jeongguk’s thighs, witnessing how the material of his sweatpants stretches tight over them, is when you start to seriously reconsider your life choices.

“Hi guys, I’m back like I promised!” Jeongguk starts talking to the camera as he leans back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair. “While I was taking a break, an unexpected guest came by! Everyone, say hi to meringuebaby! I’m sure many of you watch her channel too…”

You do a half-hearted wave with your back still to the camera.

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Tons of comments are starting to come in, and Jeongguk watches his subscriber count increase. He grins at the sight, and starts to unzip his jeans.

“Yeah, we’re doing a collab today. I told her how I ended my last stream, and she offered to help me out. That’s all.” Jeongguk says as he plays with a strand of your hair. “Isn’t that right?”

You remain silent as you take it upon yourself to pull his sweatpants down, see his still hard cock leaking precum.

“meringuebaby’s impatient today, hmmm?” Jeongguk laughs as he gathers some of your hair in one hand, guiding your mouth towards his cock. “Open wide, baby. Show our viewers how well you suck cock.”

And then your mouth is filled with the taste of him as he forces you down on his cock. His girth makes it difficult to take him so quickly, so you end up choking and gagging. But you aren’t a quitter, so you clench your fists and begin to bob up and down, determined to make him lose his load as quickly as possible, making him have the shortest stream in history so that his viewers can see what a fraud he is.

Spit and precum are staining your chin, and Jeon Jeongguk is enjoying every single sound. Even more so, he is enjoying the view of you choking on his cock. He might be doing this entirely for revenge, but he can’t say that he hasn’t always wanted to fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Every time you giggled on stream, he’d almost cum in his pants.

Jeongguk places his hand on the back of your head and pushes you down till your nose brushes against his abs, and he makes you stay there for a good five seconds.

Your mouth does feel like heaven. He wondered where you learned to suck cock this well. Despite his size, you are taking him like a champ. He lets you go and you are coughing, tears streaming from your eyes as you struggle to regulate your breathing. Despite everything, Jeongguk does admit that you look pretty. Even prettier when choking around his cock, but that’s besides the point. Your warm and wet mouth closes around his cock, and you even take him into your throat a few times. It seems like you really are doing your best to make him cum quickly, and end the stream.

But Jeon Jeongguk can’t have that.

“Shit, you suck cock like a pro, what a dirty fucking mouth you have,” he swears as he reads the comments. “But I think our viewers are getting bored… it seems like they want something else?”

Your panicked eyes dart up to meet his.

When you were deepthroating him, Jeongguk noticed you rubbing your thighs together, a certain indication of your arousal. Though you are trying hard to hide it, your cheeks are flushed, and Jeongguk is pretty sure he can see your nipples through your thin shirt, which means that you aren’t even wearing a bra.

“I promised them that they’d see my thighs earlier,” Jeongguk pushes his sweatpants down to reveal his muscular thighs. “Why don’t you show them off for me by riding them?”

Silently cursing him, you get to your feet with his help, and straddle one of his thighs. The movement makes your shorts ride up dangerously high, but it also brings your drenched core into contact with his tensed thigh. Jeongguk draws in a sharp breath as he feels just how wet you are. He reaches to push your shirt up a little, checking your reaction as his hand glides up to settle on your waist.

“Shit, you’re drenched,” he says as you settle fully on his thigh, and his hands wrap around your waist to steady you. “Do you guys see how wet she is? It must be from sucking my cock. Who knew meringuebaby was such a slut for cock?”

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Jeongguk spanks your ass hard when you don’t move. “Grind like you mean it. And don’t cum.”

You grudgingly start moving your hips, aware of how every little movement rubs your clit. His thigh is stupidly muscular, he is tensing it just right so that there is maximum friction against your clit, and the both of you are increasingly aware of how you are drenching him with your arousal. The knot in your belly is growing tighter and tighter, and your movements are growing more and more desperate.

“Look at how she moves her hips. Only a slut grinds that well. Only a cock hungry slut,” Jeongguk maintains eye contact with you as he watches you ride his thigh. But truly, he has to admit that your hips do move really well, and it only makes him even more curious to know what you’d be like when you are really desperate to cum. He moves his hands up so that your shirt bunches up, flashing him a glance at your breasts, and then you take off your shirt of your own accord, revealing your smaller-than-he-is used-to, but-still-every-bit-as-satisfying breasts for his viewing pleasure.

So he starts to stroke his cock, getting off to the sight of you riding his thigh with your breasts bouncing as if your life depends on it. This is like watching your streams, except he has you in the flesh in front of him.

“Doesn’t she look like she wants to cum?” Jeongguk remarks to the camera.

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“You guys want me to fuck her?” Jeongguk reads aloud, and your hips pause. “You know what to do then…”

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You nearly let out a sob. Just imagining his cock inside you, fucking you and leaving his cum inside you. Like how you always described in your streams. As much as you would never admit it, the idea of Jeon Jeongguk fucking his cum into you for real makes you clench around nothing. The ache in your lower belly demands to be felt, and your clit is rubbed raw. At this point, you’d do anything to feel a cock inside you, and if it has to be Jeon Jeongguk’s cock that’s the most convenient right now, then so be it.

“I don’t think I will,” Jeongguk says all of a sudden, and you have to do a double take. “Does such a dirty slut even deserve my cock? She could come just from riding my thigh alone. Why should I even fuck her then?”

And then he spanks your ass again. “Did I say you could stop?”

You groan in frustration as your hips start moving again. Your poor clit is crying for some relief, but more than that, your walls are clenching around nothing. You desperately want to feel something inyou, not just against you, and Jeon Jeongguk is grinning like the smug bastard he is as he continues to stroke his cock leisurely.

“Does our princess want to get fucked?” He asks sweetly, stopping your movements to push aside your shorts and panties so that you are grinding on him bare. “Does meringuebaby want to take my cock like the cockslut she is? Beg properly, and I might let you have it.”

You bit your lip hard. You absolutely refuse to beg this cocky piece of shit. Even if he does have a nice cock that looks like it would fill you up so well. But the desperation is growing with every second, and with every grinding circle of your hips, you are inching closer and closer to your orgasm, but without any penetration, you can’t quite reach it.

“Just fuck me already!” you finally give in, and your voice is a panting, gasping mess, and you are near tears by now.

Jeon Jeongguk grins in victory as you fall forward onto his chest, whining as you keep rubbing your clit against his thigh in a desperate effort to cum. And then he does something slightly uncharacteristic; he wraps his arms around you to steady you on top of him, rubbing your back as he brings his lips close to your ear.

“Show everyone how wet you are, darling. Show them how wet you are for my cock.”

He guides your hips up so that he can pull down your shorts, and then your wet cunt is exposed to the camera.

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“Oh shit, they really loved that,” Jeongguk sees the amount of donations that are just pouring in, and he spreads your legs even wider to keep you exposed to the camera. “You ready to take my cock? Show them how well you can take it.”

“Please,” your voice is muffled as you bury your face into his neck, and that’s all the motivation Jeon Jeongguk needs to start guiding his cock to your entrance.

“I’m clean, you saw my test results, right?” He pauses with the head of his cock at your lips, and he lowers his voice as he says this so that his mic doesn’t pick it up.

Belatedly, you remember that he included his test results along with his letter, and you barely manage to gather your senses to reply. “Same. Clean and on the pill.”

A part of you is grateful that Jeon Jeongguk is not that big of an irresponsible jerk to fuck you bare without your consent. But all thoughts of that vanish as his hands on your hips guide you down onto his cock, and he spreads you open as you sink down inch by inch.

“Oh my god, fuck,” you are unable to control yourself as the words come spilling from your lips, and you throw your head back as he makes you move your hips. You’ve only been fucking yourself with your purple dildo lately, and feeling a real cock inside you feels better than you could have ever imagined. He is warm, hard, and as you work yourself to take the last few inches of him, a thought crosses your mind that he might almost be as big as your dildo.

Of course, with your dildo, you never force yourself to take the whole thing, instead using only perhaps one third of it so that whatever cum you squirt inside yourself leaks out quickly for your viewers’ pleasure. So it’s been a while since you had a cock of significant size.

Jeongguk begins to thrust, hands on your hips to secure you as you ride him slowly.

“Her pussy feels so fucking good,” Jeongguk groans as his thrusts begin to speed up. “You guys have no idea how tight she is. So fucking wet too. She takes my cock well, doesn’t she?”

You start to move your hips up and down, bouncing on his cock once you have adjusted to his length. You can hear the sounds of comments flooding the chatroom, as well as the frequent clink of coins indicating that someone has made a donation.

“I’m so close,” you can think of nothing else but that sweet, sweet release. Never mind that Jeon Jeongguk is a jerk who practically blackmailed you. At this point you can’t deny that you want him to fuck you into oblivion until you cum. He may be annoying, but at least his cock is nice.

“Want to cum for me? Cum around my cock like the good girl you are?” Jeongguk is not addressing his viewers this time as he makes eye contact with you. He is watching the way you bounce on his cock, breathless with flushed cheeks and messy hair, traces of his precum still on the corner of your lips.

“Yes, yes I wanna cum, please let me,” you bite your lip hard, far past the point of return. You’re actually begging him to let you cum now, while he is his smug self, smirking and watching you make a mess of both yourself and him.

“Then cum,” Jeongguk places both of his hands on your waist as your movements speed up, then he feels your cunt clench around him as you moan and whine, hips jerking as you reach your long awaited orgasm.

“She just clenched around my cock so fucking tight,” Jeongguk groans as he makes sure to describe every sordid detail for the camera. “Can you see? I wish you guys had my point of view. She looks so fucking delicious when she comes.”

His words are lost on you as your legs go weak, toes curling as your ride out the rest of your orgasm.

“I really want to fill her with cum,” Jeongguk says now, and your cunt clenches extra hard around him in response. “Shit, she got so much tighter around me when I said that! Can I really cum inside?”

This last question Jeongguk shifts his gaze to you instead of the camera, but to the viewers it still comes across as asking for their permission.

The comments are piling up, asking him to just cum inside, but Jeongguk waits to see you nod before he starts to fuck into you with a renewed vigour.

“Gonna fill this pussy up just the way she likes it,” the smack of his balls with every thrust punctuates his sentence. “She’s always asking for cum on her streams, isn’t it? Today, meringuebaby’s getting just what she asked for. A pussy full of cum till it drips out.”

His lurid descriptions have the donations pouring in, but Jeongguk can’t focus on that anymore as he feels his balls tighten. And then he is cumming inside your pussy, filling you up with so much cum until it leaks out around his cock, making everything sloppy as he milks out the last few thrusts till his cock stops spurting inside you.

“Oh fuck, that was so much,” you can’t help but exclaim as you feel his sticky cum start to leak down your thighs immediately. Jeongguk keeps thrusting to fuck his cum back into your creamy pussy, and the viewers are entranced. They are absorbed, and the chatroom is exploding with comments.

cherry_chim013: omg that was so much cum notaebook: look at that cum filled pussy notaebook: wanna add my load to it kingcrabjoonie: any chance I could help with the clean up?

Jeongguk stops thrusting to leave his softening cock inside you, and you move to get off him, but he stops you.

“Stay still for a while, show our viewers what a mess we made of your pussy,” Jeongguk reaches down between your legs to gather the cum on your inner thighs, playing with it as he lets his cock slip out slowly. He gathers some on his fingers and spreads it to show the camera, then he lets it focus on your cum filled pussy for a few more seconds.

“Well, I guess that’s it for this week! See you guys next time, and don’t forget to subscribe and like for more content!” Jeongguk winks as he turns off the stream.

When he ends the stream, you push yourself away from him, standing up and immediately feeling his cum slide down your thighs. It feels so different from the fake stuff that you use every week, and the taste—

Jeongguk catches you with a finger in your mouth, and tries to pretend that it doesn’t make his cock twitch at the sight. He throws you a spare towel to clean up, and reaches for a few tissues himself. Then he navigates to the main landing page of the cam site to check, and surely enough…

He did it. jackedasjeon is now in first place. Doing that last stream featuring you had really bumped up his subscriber count, and now he is firmly in the lead.

His fist pump and small exclamation of victory has caught your attention, and you walk over in the midst of pulling on your shirt.

What you see makes you swear under your breath, and it’s only then you realise that you’d been played.

Jeon Jeongguk just used you to increase his subscriber count, and take your place as top streamer.

“What the fu—“

“Oops, I guess you got scammed, didn’t you?” Jeongguk says with a smirk as he indulges in a stretch. “Don’t worry, I’ll wire you your cut of the money when I cash out. I’m not the kind of person who’d scam others for money.”

“Did you just… I can’t believe you—“ you sputter in indignance, watching as Jeongguk casually strolls across his room, flashing you a glimpse of his ass.

“But thanks for the collab, meringuebaby. It was fun. Couldn’t have reached first place without you.”

You’re going to kill Jeon Jeongguk.

♡

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[woodstockbtswriter]

Voyagers

Genre: Fluff/Headcanon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female)

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join BTS on a Bon Voyage adventure leads to once-in-a-lifetime love.

Author’s Note: So sorry for another long wait, but I hope this update will be worth it! Please note that my drabble Affection fits into this part, and I’ve added a link where it should be read. Enjoy!

GIF Credit: MONOSUGA

Part Thirteen

Making Camp

Darkness had descended over the campsite by the time you and the boys returned from the store

As Yoongi parked the SUV and you climbed out of the backseat, you were surprised to find that Jimin had already set up the tents and Jin was starting a fire

As everyone pitched in to unload the groceries and make camp, Namjoon started getting cold, so he went to grab his coat from inside the camper

He returned wearing a parka that looked a lot like yours and holding two more jackets in his hands

When he got closer, he handed the jackets to you and Jin, but you realized he was wearing your coat and Jin said his was in the SUV

Laughing and teasing Namjoon about the mix up, you swapped around until everyone had the right jacket

Namjoon apologized as he helped you pull yours on, and you caught sight of Yoongi watching you from across the campsite

He looked away quickly when you saw him, still wearing a small frown as he organized things for dinner

You felt an urge to take up your post beside him, but you knew you should find a way to help some of the other boys

Hoseok was washing dishes in the camper, Jimin and Jungkook were setting up tables, and Namjoon was assembling chairs, so you took turns assisting each of them

And you tried your best to not let Yoongi’s frequent glances tug at your heartstrings

You had decided you’d talk to him as soon as the camera crew wrapped for the night, but until then

You had to continue to appease the producers

And, as hard as it was, you had to put your own feelings aside

You couldn’t help but notice him getting flustered though, as he tried to prepare dinner by himself, wandering around muttering, “What do I do?”

You wanted so badly to help him anyway you could

So when Taehyung came up with the idea to fetch a bucket of water from the camp manager’s office so Yoongi could wash vegetables, you jumped up to accompany him

After getting directions from Jimin, you and Taehyung quickly set off in the dark, a cameraman jogging behind you

It was a bit of a hike to the office

As you walked, Taehyung brought up how hungry he was and how much he was looking forward to dinner

You agreed, and he asked why you weren’t helping cook

You shrugged, saying you just felt like doing something else tonight

Taehyung seemed unconvinced, but he didn’t pry, and you were grateful

When you reached the office, the manager kindly provided you with water, making small talk as the bucket filled

Taehyung then hefted the full bucket with two hands, and you headed back toward the campsite

Not long after you left the office, you could tell that Taehyung’s arms were already growing tired, so you volunteered to take a turn with the water, and you began passing it back and forth every so often as you pressed on

When you drew near to the campsite, Jimin spotted both of you struggling, and ran up to relieve you

You thanked Jimin as he took the water bucket from your shaking arms, and he expressed his gratitude to you and Taehyung for bringing it so far

Another Fireside Meal

As soon as Jimin placed the water next to the stove, Yoongi set to work washing carrots and potatoes, and you went to sit by the fire

Jimin then took over your role as Yoongi’s assistant, peeling and chopping vegetables when Yoongi asked for help and you - much to your regret - didn’t volunteer

You sat between Jin and Jungkook as they tended the fires, watching Yoongi cook curry and manduguk

You noticed that even with Jimin’s assistance, he still seemed tense, and you had to restrain yourself several times from getting up to lend a hand

Eventually, dinner was ready, and Yoongi brought the pots of food over from the stove

You and the boys helped yourselves, enjoying the dumpling soup and curry with white rice while you all sat in a semi-circle around the fire

As you ate, Yoongi wondered out loud about what you should have for dinner the next night

And you and Hoseok were amused by how he could think about food even while he was eating

Yoongi looked to you as you chuckled, and you tried to communicate an affirmation to him in the small smile you gave him in return

When most of the main dishes were gone, Yoongi started grilling pork over the brazier, but the fire started flaring up out of control

Panicking slightly, he called for bigger tongs to save the meat, and you instinctively jumped up

You searched frantically for the tongs Yoongi needed, but before you could find them, Jimin slipped on a pair of fire-proof gloves and pulled the whole grate off the top of the brazier

Luckily, the pork belly wasn’t burned, and the boys wasted no time devouring it

The discussion around the fire then turned to sleeping arrangements, and Yoongi and Jimin decided they would sleep in the big tent, Jin chose to sleep in the SUV again, and the rest of the boys opted to sleep in the camper

As for you, one night of freezing in a tent had been plenty, and you wanted to sleep in the warm camper too

So it was agreed that Namjoon and Taehyung would share the bed in the back of the camper, Hoseok and Jungkook would share the bed over the front, and you could sleep on the dining table that converted into a bed

Once that was decided, Yoongi ordered Jungkook to wash some apples and oranges so he could make mulled wine, or “vin chaud”

Though he complained a little, Jungkook obediently went inside the camper to prepare the fruit, and the rest of the boys stood up and dispersed too

While Yoongi shouted instructions to Jungkook, Namjoon and Jimin walked off together, remarking that Yoongi was “really into it” tonight

You followed them, wondering what they meant, and sat with them on the far side of the campsite

But before you could ask, Namjoon sighed heavily, and you could tell he had a lot on his mind

You and Jimin asked if he was okay, and he admitted he was feeling a lot of work-related stress and it was making it so that he couldn’t fully enjoy the trip 

You weren’t sure what to say, so you put a comforting arm around his shoulders, and agreed with the encouraging words Jimin offered

You felt bad for Namjoon and the rest of the boys

As a fan who usually only saw the happy, positive image they projected, it was sometimes easy to forget that they were constantly under an enormous amount of pressure to do and be everything that was expected of them

It was hard to imagine the weight they must all carry

Your arm still around Namjoon, you looked back over your shoulder, watching Yoongi attempting to open a bottle of wine, and your heart ached to comfort him too

Yoongi felt you looking at him and he watched you back, his tiny frown persisting

Unable to take it any longer, you stood up to go to him, patting Namjoon on the shoulder as you left him with Jimin

In Vino Veritas

Yoongi had passed the wine bottle to Hoseok by the time you crossed the campsite, but he was finding it difficult to open too

When you reached them, you offered to give it a try

With a little effort, you successfully unscrewed the cap, and Hoseok was impressed

But Yoongi pouted that they loosened it for you, and your self-satisfied expression quickly faded

Taking the open bottle from you while avoiding your gaze, he poured the wine in a pot and added the prepared fruit and some spices

When the pot was ready, Jungkook balanced it on the fire, then quickly came to the rescue when it started tipping over only a few minutes later 

After the wine was stabilized and allowed to simmer for a while, Yoongi and Jin began ladling servings into paper cups

You and the other boys all gathered around the fire again, curious to try the vin chaud

Carefully taking a cup of hot liquid from Jin, you inhaled the steam and were surprised how medicinal it smelled

You took a tentative sip, and reflexively pulled a face

It tasted like medicine too, and not in a good way 

So far, everything Yoongi had made had been delicious, but unfortunately, this drink was an exception

You looked around and saw Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook having similar reactions, their faces scrunched in poorly disguised disgust

Yoongi continued drinking his wine, claiming he liked it, but you surreptitiously sat your cup aside, not daring to try another sip

Changing the subject, you asked about the next day’s activities

You, Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Yoongi wanted to go fishing, but Taehyung was planning to go horseback riding

While Taehyung was convincing Jimin to go with him, you felt a wave of sleepiness wash over you, and you couldn’t hold back a yawn

Jimin noticed and said that he was sleepy too, and Yoongi agreed that he felt like he could fall asleep right there

You then overheard some people being rowdy at the campsite next to yours, and you laughed when Namjoon called “hi” to them

Yoongi gave you a quick glance, then shouted “hi!” to the neighbors too

You smiled at him, and Namjoon suggested he ask if they know BTS

Seeing your smile, Yoongi immediately complied, yelling out  “Do you know BTS?!”

Not missing an opportunity to tease Yoongi, Jin scolded him for doing something he’s repeatedly been told not to do, and everyone broke into giggles

Namjoon then observed it was late and suggested it was time to clean up, so you all worked together to tidy up the camp

As soon as things were organized, the boys started getting ready for bed, retiring to the tent, camper, and SUV one after the other

Yoongi stayed behind to put out the fire, and you dawdled too

You refused to give in to your weariness until you talked to Yoongi, so you tried to appear busy ensuring everything was in its proper place

Finally, the production crew decided turn in, and Yoongi clapped to wrap filming

An Overdue Explanation

As the cameramen disappeared into the dark, heading to their own campsite, you approached Yoongi beside the fire

Somewhat timidly, you asked if you could talk to him, and he regarded you skeptically

You held your breath, your heart thrumming as you awaited Yoongi’s response

Then with a scoff, he expressed his surprise that you actually wanted to talk to him after avoiding him most of the day

You didn’t hesitate to apologize sincerely, telling him you could explain everything if he’d let you

Sighing, Yoongi nodded, and you took a deep breath before allowing everything you wanted to say to spill out of you

You told him about the producer pulling you aside, and everything he’d said about spending too much time with Yoongi and needing to spend more time with the other boys

You explained how you felt you had no choice but to agree, and how avoiding him most of the day had not been your desire

In fact, it had been torture

You assured Yoongi that if it weren’t for the cameras, you’d have spent all of your time with him

Then you apologized again, communicating your hope that you had not hurt his feelings

When you finished rambling, Yoongi took a moment to process everything, his mouth set in a line

And despite your anxiety, you allowed him the time he needed to think

After moment, he sighed again, but this time he sounded much more relaxed

“I should have guessed that was the reason.” He said. “That’s a relief.”

You lifted your eyebrows

It was a relief that the producer’s interference was keeping you apart?

Yoongi nodded, saying it was a better explanation than the one he’d imagined

Affection

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[rohobi]

Serendipity 10 | (m)

Story Description: After you reveal your inexperienced sexual status to your bestfriend, Jungkook grapples with the news, startled by the idea that the girl he always thought could get anyone, is a virgin. After finding his porn at 3AM, you decide that maybe it’s about time to stain the white sheets of your world with the colors of a forbidden fruit Jungkook seems to have in the palm of his hands. 

PAIRING— jeon jungkook x reader, friendwithbenefitsAU

GENRE/WARNINGS— smut, fluff, humour

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It's 3 pm on a Monday.

You're in a soundproof meeting room in the library. It's one of those meeting rooms where the walls are completely glass; you can see out but people can't see in. It's horribly distracting but wonderful for those who love to people watch. You, however, dislike people watching and wish you were in bed instead.

There's a big white table in the middle of the room with eight white plastic seats around it. Some of us have come straight from lectures with fresh hot coffees held close to chests. Some of us have come before going to lectures or like you and Claudia, before going to the student council office.

The room is only meant to fit 8 or 9 people but in this particular case, we've fit about 12 people.

You came early with Claudia to grab the unbooked room, so you're in a chair comfortably waiting for everyone to arrive, nervously at your fingernails. People like Yoongi and Hoseok and Mabel are packed like sardines up against the wall.

And Jungkook has obviously come from the gym, his hair still damp from the shower he likes to have when he's finished working out. You haven't met eye contact with him but you checked him out when he was on his phone in front of you.

You sigh, as you think about how delicious he looks in his white cotton button-up. It wasn't fair.

That bastard.

"Sorry, I'm late," Wendy whispers, closing the glass door behind her, standing in front of it next to Yoongi. "The health department are having an influenza talk, wanted to make sure I had enough information."

"That's wise," you smile, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Is that everyone?"

Claudia does a headcount before finally smiling.

It was glamping season and Claudia had pulled Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook, the girls and you into a meeting to discuss how we'd utilize it. Apparently, this is an important part of university culture that you had blissfully ignored prior.

Ever since Halloween, you've been throwing yourself into group activities with the girls. It's actually been so nice just to be apart of a group of girls who are positive and optimistic while being study focused and career-driven. You've been blessed.

But you miss Jungkook.

It's been two weeks of discomfort with the way things were left last time.

He's been busy and you've been busy with study.

You feel on the edge.

Maybe a holiday is exactly what you need. You'll be refreshed by the fresh air, you'll be around more people, you'll have fun talking about non-Jungkook and non-law study things. You'll be comfortable and fed and warm and loved.

Whatever Claudia organizes, hell, you're in.

The excitement pulsed through you as you fantasized making smores with the girls, playing truth or dare, drinking and having fun.

As you daydream, the fantasy shifts to camping with Jungkook and you're eternally grateful to be pulled out of your thoughts as your phone buzzes in your pocket because hell, it was getting romantic all up in your brain.

Shaking your head, you pull out your phone and read the message.

Jungkook: Hey, you look nice today

You gape down at the plain blue jeans and Harvard grey hoodie. Your attire wasn't exactly aimed to impress.

You: I'm not dressing to impress but thanks

Jungkook: You're finally responding to me? Woohoo Jungkook: Hi

You: Focus

Sighing, you slip your phone back into your pocket. To be honest, you haven't spoken to or spent time with Jungkook in a while. The embarrassment of what happened on Halloween plagued your thoughts and you couldn't bare confronting those feelings around him.

So embarrassing.

And it's not like you're his girlfriend or anything, this was okay.

Jungkook leans on his chair to meet your eyes. You blush when he smiles. That stupid smile, making your heart flutter.

"Y/N," Claudia claps her hands, "I know Jungkook can be distracting but are you even listening."

You startle, looking away from him to Claudia. "Sorry, carry on."

"My fault, she's still not talking to me," Jungkook laughs, stretching his hands behind his head. You can tell he has more to say with words hanging off the tip of his tongue. "Do me a favor Claudia and put her tent next to mine. She can't run away from me then."

Everyone in the room groans.

"Excuse me?" Frowning at Jungkook, you raise your voice. "You ugly ass noodlehead. Imma make sure I'll be in the tent furthest away from you!"

"Oh yeah," Jungkook chuckles, leaning forward, he places his fists underneath his chin. "With who? You'll just end up in my tent anyway, who are you kidding here?"  

Heat dusts your cheeks. "That's not true! I'll just stay with Seulgi!"

"Oh hello," Seulgi winks, licking her lips at you. "You can stay with me in my tent any time."

Sinking in your chair, you cover your face with your hands. "Oh god. Seulgi, shut up."

"Don't worry babe, unlike Jungkook, I'll keep it in my pants."

Wendy laughs loudly, interrupting any opportunity to clap back. "Oh my god, this suddenly got way more fun. I'm coming!"

"Of course it did," Mabel adds, fanning herself with her book, "You're all a bunch of whores we get it. Will we have to sleep on air beds and is there an option to sleep somewhere else if we have to. I can't stand those things."

Jungkook agrees. "They make too much noise when you move."

"See? Thanks, Jungkook," Mabel smiles. "And they bloody deflate in the middle of the night. I don't want rocks in my ass."

"Mabel, we're on beds." Claudia groans, flicking her hair over her should as she takes out her computer. Connecting her MacBook with the big screen, she opens her prepared PowerPoint slideshow.

The first slide shows a glamping location in Busan that she liked. "Alright, my Busan babes in the room. Welcome to camp cozy."

To say the campsite was beautiful was an understatement.

There were four big khaki tents and they were already set up at the site with large beds and furniture within. Fairy lights all over the place, fluffy blankets, fluffy pillows, big bean bags. Christ. It was perfect. "From my expert research and communication skills, each tent comes with a double bed, so we have beds for 8 people."

Yoongi raises his hand. "I have a question."

Claudia nods.

"I don't want to share a tent with anyone else because I plan on having a lot of sex in my tent, where do I go?"

Everyone in the room snorts.

"What? I'm asking what you're all thinking?"

Wendy walks across the room to slap his back. She chuckles madly. "I agree."

"I'm not bumping uglies with you Wendy, don't act like we're on the same team," Yoongi shakes her hand off his back. "Although if my date doesn't turn up, I'm happy to cuddle and stroke your hair and talk about our boy problems."

She stands in front of him, blinking in confusion. "Are you being serious because that actually sounds so fucking nice."

He laughs loudly at her. "Of course I'm not."

Wendy pouts, raising her shoulders to her cheeks as she walks back to her side of the room. "Asshole."

Claudia clicks next on the slideshow, showing alternative options. "Our options are 4 big tents for 8 people or 10 if you're little, and if you want privacy, don't come," pointing to the beach she cheekily adds, "I hear the sand is a nice mattress, why don't you find out Yoongi?"

"I've never had sex on a beach before," Yoongi deflates, "Am I okay to bring my own tent then? I'll pitch it myself, I'll even drive down myself?"

"Sure," clicking onto the next slides, she goes through items we'll need and an estimate of the cost. "If anyone wants to help organize this?"

You're acutely aware your phone is buzzing in your pocket but you're also aware that it's Jungkook because he's on his phone and he's aiming it at you. Biting your bottom lip, you raise out of your seat.

"Should we split up into groups to help organize this? Transport, Food, Cleaning, Finance, Activities?"

Claudia beams, finally happy someone was contributing to the organization of it. "That's a beautiful idea, oh bless your little cotton socks."

Everyone mutters between themselves as Claudia opens up her google document. You watch as she types your name under food and Jungkook's under transport.

"Is Y/N a good cook?" Hoseok asks Yoongi, crossing his arms across his chest. "I bet she is. She can cook for me any day. We love a kitchen bitch."

"She can like totally hear you," Mabel says, rolling her eyes. "And she is like 100% taken you giant ass."

"No, she isn't," Hoseok holds his hands up in surrender. "Last time I checked, she was single."

"Ugh, who even invited you," she stands up, walking over to him. "You're lucky I find you attractive otherwise, you'd be blOCKED from coming. Aren't you studying sociology or something."

You don't need to look at Jungkook to know that he's beaming in delight and is now a big fan of Mabel. The tension in the air between Jungkook and Hoseok makes you uncomfortable. You've never been put in a position like this before giving you were just a virgin like a couple of months ago and had no idea what a peen actually looked like.

"Looks like I have a fan." Hoseok steps closer to Mabel and whispers into her ear. No one knows what he says but she blushes and rushes out of the room.

"What'd you say to Mabel?" You ask concerned, she's never run off so fast.

"I have seduction superpowers," Hoseok winks at me. "Want me to come over and whisper in your ear too? Bet I can seduce you in less than a second."

"No thank you," You gulp, unsure what to say to that. Jungkook stands out of his chair, glaring at Hoseok. "Leave her alone bro."

"What?" Hoseok chuckles, winking at you again. "I'm just having a bit of fun with her. She's so kitten-like, makes me want to get to know her a bit more."

There's a possessive tone to Jungkook's defense that's both intimidating and sexy. "Well, don't. Shut the fuck up. Leave the girls alone."

"Am I not allowed to? She looks like she's enjoying it?

Seulgi sinks into her seat next to you.

"No, you aren't allowed to," You've never seen Jungkook so angry before. "She's mine, back off."

The whole room goes silent at that.

The tension in the room is palpable.

And your heart is pounding against your chest.

"Is that true," he asks you, goading you to speak up with his eyebrows. "Are you Jungkook's girlfriend?"

Your heart is pounding so hard against your chest that it's deafening in your eats.

What am I supposed to say to that because I honestly am not his girlfriend officially, although it would be nice? This is not how I thought this meeting would go at all and quite frankly, I'm pissed. Jungkook's face is pink. It's the only thing I can focus on. I can't even remember what he asked me. He seems to want to know the answer to Hoseok's question as well, as though he doesn't know the answer either. Dumbass. They're all dummies. Who are these people and why are they putting me on the spot like this. I didn't ask for any of this, I'm just simple girl-

"Ooh, Jimin wants to get coffee," Yoongi giggles, interrupting your thoughts, softening the tension in the room as he gapes at his phone. "There's too much testosterone in this room, why not you both just fuck each other and get over it."

For a second you think Yoongi is referring to you and Jungkook.

Anger dissipates when Yoongi slaps Hoseoks ass. "Sounds like you both need to relieve some tension and normally, I enjoy a bit of torture but this is horrible. Claudia, message me with details, I'd love to come. It okay if I bring Jimin?"

She nods.

Yoongi doesn't say anything after that. He simply picks up his backpack, nods at Claudia before leaving the room. You wish you had the guts to do the same but you feel frozen and Claudia looks desperate for help now.

Hoseok sighs. "Looks like she's single my bro."

Jungkook says nothing to this.

He simply stares at you in an unreadable expression as you stand and walk towards him.

Gesturing for him to sit down, you pat his back to calm him, he leans into your touch like a kitten being scratched behind its ear. "Sit down and calm down, I don't know why you boys get off on tormenting girls but cut it out or I'll cut YOU out."

Jungkook apologizes while taking his seat.

"And you," Pointing at Hoseok, you scoff. "Who even are you? You don't get to speak to me or about me like that. Women aren't pieces of meat, we're human beings. Now, shut the hell up and keep your dick in your skirt and your tongue in your mouth."

The girls laugh behind you.

Claudia thanks you.

Fucking Hoseok.

You decide then and there, that when you go glamping, you'll piss in his shampoo.

Little bitch.

"Now that everyone's finished their periods. Jungkook, you're the team captain for transport, liaise with me so we can try and get a discount or something," she writes Seulgi's name underneath his, "Hoseok, how do you feel about organizing activities?"

He picks up his laptop bag. "I'm fine with any job you give me Claudia. As long as people aren't afraid of drinking games, we should be A-okay," he lifts his wrist, staring at his watch. "Naeun is pretty fun as well, can she work with me since Y/N can't?"

"Be careful Hoseok," Claudia warns, adding her name to the list, she finishes. "Anyone who isn't in a group by the end of the day will be on cleaning duties."

She then re-opens the map, showing us the trip location. You stare at the pictures as she flicks through them. There's something so nice about camping by the beach, a nice dip when it's too hot, a bonfire at night with the sound of cascading waves.

Your phone buzzes once more in your pocket. You pull it out, knowing it's going to be a message from the mousy brunette still huffing in anger.

Jungkook: Can we talk after this?

Looking above your phone, Jungkook tilts his head at you, a worried expression sits between his brows.

Taking a deep breath, you respond.

You: I'm hungry, want to get something to eat?

Jungkook: Can we go now?

You: When Claudia is finished.

"Claudia, are you done?" Jungkook asks, placing his hands together in prayer. "Please be done. I'm so hungry."

Seulgi frowns. "Is that what it is, hanger?"

Hoseok winks at Seulgi.

"Ugh, can someone fucking uninvite him," she gags loudly, "He might give us all ear chlamydia."

You watch the cocky little shit deflate. A bit of you feels sorry for him but after what he just pulled with you and Jungkook, hall hath no fury like a scorched betch.

"I guess this meeting is over then," Claudia sighs, closing her computer down as well. "I'll make us a group chat to discuss it."

Jungook loudly jumps out of his seat, the gloom worried appearance he previously wore, now replaced with pure happiness. "Yes, let's go eat Y/N!" He rushes over to your side of the table to help you pack up.

"Ooh, can I come?" Wendy and Seulgi both ask.

"No, "Jungkook pulls you out of your chair, patting your bum as you leave the meeting room. "We need to talk and eat, you guys can go eat and talk with someone else."

You don't even have enough time to say goodbye or apologies or tell Claudia you won't be coming to the council office because Jungkook is rushing you out of the room, down the aisles of the library and into the darkest parts of the university library.

You're going in the opposite direction to food as he takes you within the deep depths of the math and science department.

"Jungkook, where are you taking me?"

He hushes you. "We gotta talk."

Irritated, you stop. "Jungkook, I don't really want to talk, I wanna eat," turning around to face him, he grabs your shoulders, pushing you down the aisle backward. "JUNGKOOK!"

"You have no choice, we need to talk," He stops, then he looks left and right before softly pushing you up against the wall. It's clumsy and not at all sexy when Jungkook tries to bypass the big ass fake plant next to you and you slightly trip as he pushes you back up against the wall. His hold on you is strong, as he quite literally picks you up by the shoulders to help you stand.

"Now, You." he starts.

"No, you let me talk," You harshly whisper, "You gotta give a girl a warning and I'm starving so let's do this later."

Dropping his hands from your shoulders. He stares deeply into your eyes. "Shut up for a second will you? Or I'll make you shut up. I have that power you know."

"Jungkook, what the hell," you whisper, pushing his chest away from yours. "You could've just asked me to follow you, you didn't need to push me up against the damn wa-

You don't get to finish what you were saying because Jungkook slams his lips against yours, stopping the words from leaving your mouth. The kiss is startling but not unwelcome as you close your eyes and melt once again into him.

Moving his hand up against your body, he cups the back of your neck. He's unexpectedly rough as he grips on your hair, pulling your body against his. Your hands rest on his waist as you easily fall back into the rhythm.  

He kisses you like he's starving like he hasn't had food in days.

Oh man, this boy.

Raising your hands, you hold his face tenderly, hoping he gets the point to soften the kiss. Kisses with Jungkook are always magical but this one had so much feeling. Each movement of his lips and his tongue were filled with unspoken words, fears, and anxieties. It was startling how much a kiss could say and how much this kiss overwhelmed you.

He holds you close, not wanting to let you go.

Your body shivers, sensitive to his touch as his warm hands continue touching you.

He loosens his grip on your hair, resting his warm palm on the back of your neck. It's a feeling you're familiar with, being held so tenderly.

Pulling away from the kiss, Jungkook leans his forehead on yours.

You both pant from the intensity of the emotions, your eyes still closed.

"It's been hell without you, Y/N," he catches his breath, his voice a soft whisper. "I can't take this anymore. I've reached my limit."

"What?" Opening your eyes in panic, your heart stops as you stare into his gentle brown eyes. Is he ...is he dumping you. "Wait, what do you mean by that Jungkook?"

He steps back, unable to meet you in the eyes. "I can't do this anymore. I can't hold myself back anymore. I'm getting jealous. I want to have you around all the time. I want you to study with me. I want you to call me in the morning and before you go to bed. I want to hold your hand when we walk around campus. I want people to know that you're mine and that I'm yours. I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you. I want to hold you as you cum. I want all of it. "

You're confused. "What? Jungkook, I-

He presses his hand up against your mouth.

"I don't like this uncertainty of who I am to you, I'm creating a boundary right here and I want it around us," He releases his finger to let you respond, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

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