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whatifyoulivelikethat · 1 year

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not allowed, interlude | breathe

drabble: ‘not allowed’ series (myg+jjk), idol!BTS, based on real time pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of jungkook x reader

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; all the serious feels heart eyes and super soft and so suga sweet you might get diabetes, sorry; occurs around the time of Japan dates of Yoongi's solo tour (when he's coughing and still giving the best performances of his life)

Min Yoongi, the man outside of SUGA and Agust D, calls you to tell you he's fed up and wants to break company rules. But mostly he calls you to confess and make you fall even more in love with him.

You could see him in the phone screen. Busying about in his hotel room, getting unready, not saying anything because all the basic pleasantries had already been said and, besides, Min Yoongi didn’t call you to tell you shit he could hear from anyone else. You heard him pour himself some water and sigh tiredly, the elation of the brightest smiles and shining eyes finally slipping away when all the adrenaline was now being processed and broken down.

Yoongi was glancing at your image on his phone every chance he got.

You didn’t say anything.

Just kept typing away until he was done and ready to say what he wanted to say. Occasionally, you would tilt your head and your eyes would connect at the exact same time, through miles and pixels and the magic of technology, and you could see the small smile touch Yoongi’s lips, just for a moment, and that expression would be mirrored by you, a moment as concrete as it was fleeting. Even after hours of pushing himself to the physical brink, Min Yoongi still looked perfect.

Samsung made good cameras.

Also, you were biased, so there was that.

It wasn’t like Yoongi to ask for a video call though. You didn’t ask for them either – you could simply do a quick search on Twitter and see how he was doing on show days. Everywhere he went, if it was public, you could see him, so there was no need to bug him about seeing his face. And Yoongi was used to closing his eyes and only seeing you that way when you couldn’t physically be there. That was usually enough.

Had to be enough.

Already not allowed to have you number, be your boyfriend, and all that shit.

You halted your typing and rested your chin in your palms as Yoongi sat down on the couch, puffing out air as if he was decades older than he was.

There was reasons Yoongi always booked himself so full when he was working, after all. You were the same way.

Better to be busy than to feel alone.

He looked up at you.

Pushed back his long, damp, black hair that was definitely slick with dried sweat and half a can of hairspray, but you weren’t there to scold him and drag him to the shower. All the hard work of the makeup artist had been sweat off or splashed off, not that it mattered when Yoongi had such a good dermatologist. You smiled at him and there was a flicker in those dark brown orbs, noting your expression. He could read you like you could read him.

The warm lamplight made his cheekbones glow.

Yoongi sat back and sipped his water.

You waited, patiently impatient.

“How’s Jungkook?”

…

Right. Caring about anyone else before himself. A signature Min SUGA move. “He’s working hard. Got tired of loafing around,” you hummed, bouncing the Shooky pancake plush keyring on your desk offscreen. “We all knew he would eventually suddenly go running off doing whatever he wants, when he wants. He’s in his own world.”

Yoongi coughed into the sleeve of his oversized grey t-shirt. “And we’re just living in it.”

“You have to admit, it’s nice here.”

He was chewing on his lip now. Breathing deeply. His voice had a rougher rasp to it due to the cough. Pretty awesome if it wasn’t for the visible wear of the edges of his demeanor. You could see the slump in his shoulders, the darkness under his eyes. His right hand wandered and rubbed up his left collarbone, up to his shoulder, and Yoongi was not quite looking at you but you could tell that he was seeing you just fine.

You didn’t need to tell him to take care of himself. He had plenty of staff that loved him enough to scold and care for him. He was still doing the concerts because he felt he could push though and because he didn’t want to disappoint ARMY that had paid their hard-earned money and blocked out their precious time to see him. He didn’t call you to be nagged at. He could call his parents for that. Still, you almost wondered, maybe, if that was what he wanted right now. Maybe he just wanted a moment of typical ordinary in his very special life.

He placed his glass on the table and looked into the image of you.

And then at the lens.

“Sometimes I forget,” Yoongi whispered softly.

You removed your palms from your chin, staring into dark brown orbs that held an ocean of emotions along with secrets he only told you. In these hotel lights, those eyes still held points of light, dancing ARMY bombs gleaming in the dark. Fresh and old memories.

“It’s only the stage, me, and the fans, and I forget everything else.”

There was a ruefulness in his honesty.

“I forget I’m tired,” he breathed out, elbows on his knees, looking down and away from the screen but you knew he was telling you because he wanted to. There was no one else he wanted to know things like this. “I forget I’ve got this annoying cough. I forget the worries I had before stepping on stage. I forget that I come back to an empty hotel room and I forget that I’m seriously considering breaking company rules, even if the only reason is so that I don’t have to turn on the lights myself.”

The way Yoongi looked into the lens, and you found yourself biting your lower lip.

A small sting of pain rather than saying anything before he was done, doing everything you could to listen because he wanted you to listen.

“I forget everything else and I think, I need to do everything I can to be here again.”

You knew your eyes were telling him so.

You can.

And his eyes were telling you something else.

I’m sorry I love this so much.

You exhaled and it came out in a light chuckle. Stupid. That’s why I love you. You shook your head, small smile ghosting your lips.

"The place you hold in their world is more special than you or I can even imagine. ARMY saved you as much as you saved them."

The shadows of black strands framed his dark eyes. You watched him and he watched you, saying the things he always said with his gaze alone. BTS couldn’t exist without ARMY. He wasn’t who he was without BTS. He couldn’t stand on stage confidently without ARMY and without BTS. He could find the strength to walk forward because of them. No questions asked.

“But, when I look at you,” Yoongi murmured, staring at your image on his screen. “It’s like I can breathe again.”

Fuck.

You hated it when Yoongi did stuff like that because you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks and no good reply was coming to mind.

His expression softened.

“I’m doing everything I can to prepare.”

Yeah, I know, you wanted to say, but Yoongi kept gazing at you like that, with faded lights in those dark brown orbs. It must have been the angle or the lamps in the hotel room or something like that. He coughed slightly, hiding behind the back of his hand. The side of his mouth ticked upwards and you knew he read your reply from your expression.

“I just wanted to see your face so I could finally breathe.”

There was a tightness in your throat and it was not connected to any physical ailment.

“Don’t make me love you only to miss you,” you managed to get out.

The smirk was playful. His usual self.

“Sorry.”

Some (n)-ice guy.

Your eyes followed the length of his black hair, the angle of his jaw, and you wanted to hold him in your hands. Maybe shake some sense into him until he played dead. Maybe press your forehead to his and not say anything at all. Anything but… Yoongi could tell you now when he cried. He admitted it to remind everyone he was human.

You breathed in and you saw the tension in his features lessen as you do so.

“I can’t believe you,” you scoffed.

The tip of his pink tongue darted across his lower lip as he smirked, tucking into his cheek. “Hm?”

You still couldn’t tell Yoongi when you cried.

You also knew he appreciated it. Yes, it was selfish of him and selfish of you, and maybe that would change one day, but for now there were moments like this, despite the miles and pixels and with the magic of technology, and you, too, could finally breathe, really breathe, a feeling that was past physical constraints.

Nothing like this.

“A soul drawing a breath is different,” you sighed, placing your chin in your palms again, fanning your fingers over your cheeks, seeing him on your phone. Right beside you, always there.

Yoongi smiled softly, the way he always did but people always forgot.

“I’m lucky to have you.”

You flicked you head as if to say, I know, and he laughed, the action mixing with coughs, but it was a fun intermission, not a worrying one.

“Ah, can you ghostwrite my songs?” he snickered. “A ghost taking my place so I can zone out.”

You stuck out your tongue. “You made those promises, Min Yoongi. You. Just do it.”

He let out an aggravated sigh that sounded a bit too much like Jeon Jungkook.

Hm.

Might explain the rise of duck-face photos.

I just wanted to see your face so I could finally breathe.

You thinned your mouth into a line, puffing your cheeks.

Eyes shifting and found his at the same moment his head lowered from flinging it back to be dramatically childish. You smiled and he mirrored you and it was so stupid that it was so simple but it was so simple that it was so stupidly right. You act like I don’t know, Yoongi. Like I didn’t watch you from fearing the stage to loving it. Like I don’t want you to love it with your whole heart. Isn’t anything worth doing worth your whole heart, my love?

He said your name, only that, and it meant a million things.

There was more than one way to say I love you.

You said his name back to him, in the same tone, and he knew.

Min Yoongi, I would give up on loving you if it meant that you would stay this happy on stage with BTS and ARMY for the rest of your life.

He hummed thoughtfully, shrugging. “Should I break company rules and fly you over here using the company card?”

You laughed. “Just so I can turn on the lights before you get back to the hotel? Will you list me as most valuable light master?”

“Can’t list you as most valuable dick sucker or they would get quite mad.”

It was not going to happen but you found Yoongi said these kinds of things more often lately. Maybe you and him were now at that stage where you could joke about it freely without feeling any pressure. Maybe he was getting older and noticed how fast time was moving. Maybe he had no more fucks to give.

Probably the latter.

“You know it’s not that impossible for us to meet, right? Since you’re on this side of the world again.”

Yoongi turned his head and half-frowned, carelessly ruffling up the back of his hair with one hand. Casually sexy with his unintentional intentional cough and raspy reply.

“Yeah, but I feel like causing trouble.”

That was your Min Yoongi, all right.

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likeastarstar · 2 years

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12:08 AM - Yoongi, Jungkook

sequel to 9:13 PM !

"You know what I was thinking about earlier?"

"Could be anything," You sassed in a flat tone, "You've got a lot of thoughts in that head of yours."

"Right." Yoongi quipped, rolling his eyes, pushing his hair back with delicate fingers before continuing, "Anyway, I was thinking...."

He trailed off, making you pause and look up from your phone, turning completely towards where your boyfriend was restringing his guitar at the kitchen table. He was already looking at you, a sheepish smile gracing his pink lips and a blush blooming on his cheeks. You tilted your head in curiosity, wondering what he could've been thinking about to make him so shy.

You rose from where you were sat on his couch, padding against the cold tiled floors over to him. He looked up at you with wide eyes, letting you take the guitar from his hands gently before replacing it with yourself, straddling his hips with a small smile on your face. You flicked your hair over your shoulder, hands taking his and placing them on your body.

"What were you thinking about?" You asked, batting your eyelashes down at him.

Yoongi's expression changed within an instant and you were trapped, taken by a cocky motherfucker who played you easily, drawing you towards him with temptation before striking.

"Remember when Jungkook made you moan just by touching your hair?" Yoongi teased, large hands pressing into your waist.

You scoffed, reddening cheeks betraying you, "What? That is not what happened, why were you even thinking about that- geez."

"Why're you getting so defensive about it? It's okay, completely natural." He slurred, calling you out.

"Because it's...I love you. I'm in love with you," You blushed.

You did love him but when you closed your eyes, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have them both. Just for one night...

"I'm in love with you too. I'm also a little in love with the idea of you being fucked by me and my friend."

You pushed him away, moving to get off of him before he grunted, pushing you harder onto his lap, grinding up into you roughly before kissing you. You were caught off guard but couldn't help but kiss him back, moaning against him in a high pitched whine.

"You're telling me you didn't get a little bit turned on by the idea of us sharing you?" He tempted, "You didn't like the way it felt when he was touching you?"

"Don't make me say it out loud," You whispered, hiding your face from him.

Your brain was short circuiting, sent into overdrive and confused by the feeling of Yoongi's cock pushing up against your clit, the feeling of Yoongi's hands on your body, the sound of his voice in your ear, and the memory of Jungkook wanting you so badly in your mind. Yoongi was a good storyteller and he went on, painting a picture of what it would be like, how good you would feel if there were two people taking care of you like that.

"But I wanna hear it. Aren't you curious what it would be like?" He whispered when you were practically on the edge of an orgasm, sucking bruises onto the soft parts of his neck since you couldn't kiss him at the moment because if you were kissing him, he'd stop talking about Jungkook and that's not what you wanted right now.

He looked at you with an expectant look on his face and you froze, not realizing he was genuinely asking you if you'd be okay with....a threesome? With Jungkook.

"I don't know what it would be like, you wouldn't get jealous? You're really okay with sharing me?" You countered, trying to regain some footing in the conversation.

"Maybe I'd get pissed if it were anyone else," He shrugged, "But it's Jungkook and the way he talks about you...I wouldn't get pissed if it were him."

You glared at him, on the verge of rolling your eyes, "His Yoongi Hyung won't scold him."

Yoongi had a prideful looking smile on his face, picking you up suddenly and with ease. You yelped, latching your arms around his neck to keep yourself upright. He laughed softly, carrying you towards the bed you shared, "You should ask him about how his little crush on you started. You'll see."

You did ask.

It took awhile to build up the courage to do it, courage and several shots of tequila.

"Yoongi, let's dance." You grinned, pulling at his hand.

"This place has too many people in it, I am not embarrassing myself in this club right now," Yoongi joked, brushing you off.

You pouted, looking at him with wide eyes. Yoongi sighed, kissing you on the forehead before looking past you, "Jungkookie will dance with you."

"Wait-" You blushed, suddenly feeling like a little girl with a crush.

He smirked, noting the reddened skin of your cheeks. You blushed even harder remembering the last time you thought of Jungkook- how hard you came when Yoongi described what it would be like to have sex with him. You snapped your head around to Jungkook, half hoping he'd say no.

Jungkook was sat with Hoseok, mid-conversation with his knees spread wide apart and a drink hanging from one hand. You stared at him, admiring the way his hair bounced as he nodded his head along to the music and the way his large eyes zipped around the room before landing on yours, melting slightly as he smiled lazily at you.

It was a smirk- one corner of his lips pulled up as his eyes skimmed your figure beside Yoongi, stopping on the way your thighs squeezed together under his focus.

"She wants to dance," Yoongi nudged, jutting his chin towards Jungkook.

"You want me to take her?" He asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly. You frowned, feeling vaguely like a pet as they negotiated custody of you. Yoongi smiled and nodded, watching as Jungkook rose from his seat to come over to you, reaching a hand out.

"Don't worry, I'll give you back eventually." He smiled, pulling you up in one smooth movement.

Jungkook's hands felt foreign on your body, touching you in a way you weren't used to him touching you in. He was brash, fingertips brushing your thighs and running through your hair and reminding you that he wasn't you boyfriend but he could be something else- another beast entirely.

"When did you get so brave?" You gasped, feeling him grip your waist and rock you into him.

Jungkook smirked down at you, black hair cutting in front of his eye, "When Yoongi Hyung told me I could be. When he told me you came just thinking about me touching you."

You let out a shuddering breath, fingers closing around his shirt as you twirled around in circles with him to the beat of the music, "He told you about that?"

"It's only fair," He bargained, a hand snaking down your spine, "I've gotten off thinking about you too, baby."

You looked up at him with wide eyes, trying not to trip in the process of losing yourself in his words. Jungkook was the picture of confidence, radiating charm and perfection in such strong waves it was making you dizzy.

"You and your little short skirts and all of the hickies hyung leaves that you don't even try to cover up. You're such a good little girlfriend for hyung, so sweet for him," He mumbled, still smiling down at you as if he wasn't driving you insane. "Makes me wonder if you're that sweet in bed. Or maybe you like to be in charge, order hyung around. I'd let you be in charge of me, if you wanted."

Your mouth watered and you looked behind his shoulder towards where your boyfriend was sitting, smirking at you with a knowing look in his eye.

"I'm flexible, just tell me what you want." Jungkook sighed, leaning down so his lips were hovered above yours, not completely touching but almost.

Almost.

The tension was a rubber band stretched thin, about to snap in half if he pushed you any further.

"What did you Yoongi say about this?" You asked.

Jungkook looked past you and smirked, "Ask him yourself."

You felt another body press into the other side of you, softer skin, smaller frame. The air left your lungs as you felt a familiar pair of lips against your skin, teeth nipping at your neck- Yoongi.

"I said I'd let him fuck my girlfriend on one condition," Yoongi breathed out, "She wants it."

"Does she want it?" Jungkook asked, quirking his eyebrow at you.

You felt the two of them sandwich you tightly, hips rocking against yours in fluid waves that had you pushed and pulled between them. You felt like a doll in their arms, one arm wrapped around Jungkook's shoulders and the other reaching back towards Yoongi's neck, wanting to feel him in anyway possible.

"Does she?" Yoongi repeated, two pairs of inky eyes on you, tracking your every movement.

She did.

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moccahobi · 4 months

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Tangled Mess: Tight Elastic

Summary: A library excursion leads to you learning more about Hoseok’s passions. If only Hoseok could still his heart.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 362 words

A/N: Super late lol. Been away and sick so I wasn't super active. But the series is back up and Imma queue a few too!

Part 2 << Masterlist >> Next Part (Return on 1/24/2024!)

“Come here!” You whisper shouted, motioning Hoseok closer. The red string tying you two together tugged him to you but Hoseok refused to look down.

“I am so glad you came! The library has so many super cool things and I realized they have this Victorian era fashion history book. When you told me that you were in a masters program for it yesterday I thought I’d never find anything about it just going about my day to day life. And then I found this!”

You bounced excitedly, flipping through the book, completely ignorant of how Hoseok’s heart was flipping.

Hoseok cleared his throat, trying to stop his traitorous heart, “Fashion history isn’t that obscure.”

“And my name isn’t Y/n.” You stuck out your tongue and laughed.

You were in a relationship just last month.

Shaking his head, he looked at the book with you. It was mostly basic information but a warm feeling grew in Hoseok to be able to talk about his passion with someone. Taehyung was the only other person in the friend group who talked to Hoseok about his grad school work. Well, Jimin asked sometimes but mostly just to get someone to commiserate in the struggles of it.

Somehow, Hoseok found himself sitting on one of the couches in the library with you, flipping through the book and info dumping on subjects that he was especially interested in. You sat next to him, just centimeters away from him and nodding intently at everything he said. If you kept looking at him like he put the stars in the sky and like he knew everything, he didn’t know what he’d do.

Soulmates don’t mean anything. They’ve never meant anything to Hoseok.

An hour passed before Hoseok shut up, his ears red when he finally realized how long he’d been speaking nonstop.

“Sorry.”

“Nonsense! It is so wonderful to hear what people are passionate about. I love seeing how you light up as you talk about the different ways pockets were integrated into dresses. It’s so energizing.”

“Oh?”

Hoseok felt like a piece of elastic pulled tight while sewing an outfit. He just wanted to get up and more around and maybe scream and maybe giggle.

You looked away, “Makes me forget about my struggles for a little bit.”

“Oh.”

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bangtaninborderland · 7 months

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TGM QUESTION

a few weeks ago you all voted that the next chapter be in Jungkooks pov (currently at 4k words) so my question is, when he is with yoongi and jin would you prefer him to be….

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jemshopes · 2 years

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Cold Feet

--yoonkook drabble

Jungkook is set to get married, he’s blissfully in love… until half an hour before the ceremony when he suddenly realises holy fucking shit I can’t do this. So he goes to his best friend Yoongi, not just his friend, but his best man.

“I can’t do this, hyung, I can’t do this. I need you to get me out of here. please just take me somewhere else.”

But Yoongi doesn't. He sits Jungkook down and makes him breathe. He holds Jungkook's hands. He asks him if he’s really sure about running away. “It’s okay to be nervous, Kookie, but don’t let this ruin your love. I need you to think about it. Are you really prepared to lose him? Because that’s most likely what will happen if you leave now.”

But Jungkook is sure. He’s completely sure. He needs to go right now and Yoongi has to come with him. They need to run away together. Now.

And Yoongi says, “okay.” Simple. No arguments. No trying to persuade Jungkook otherwise. Just “okay.” And they leave, and they drive, drive, drive. And every time Yoongi tries to stop, Jungkook tells him to keep going, and Yoongi does. They drive all night, Jungkook sat stiffly in the passenger seat, Yoongi trying to keep his eyes open as the hour gets later and later.

It’s just as the first rays of sun are peaking over the horizon and Yoongi is damn well sure they’re lost in the middle of nowhere, that Jungkook tells him to pull over. The road they’ve taken is winding, leading all the way to grassy cliffs that look out on the sea. Everything smells of salt and oncoming rain and heather.

It’s a beautiful spot really, especially with the sun just beginning to light up the world. The wind is freezing, but Yoongi has coats for them. And after wrapping Jungkook up snugly in one, Jungkook staring aimlessly over Yoongi’s shoulder, he trudges through the heather, letting Jungkook lead him towards the edge of the cliff.

They stand quietly beside each other, watching the sunlight sparkle off the waves, the wind whipping their hair back from their faces. Jungkook is hugging himself, bottom lip caught between his teeth. He’s been gnawing at it on and off all during their journey.

Yoongi hasn’t tried to talk to Jungkook about Jungkook's choice to run away. He figured he’d give him time to think about it, let the decision sink in for both of them. But all night seems like plenty of time. Yoongi’s hungry and tired and there isn’t a toilet nearby. Not even a town or house for miles. It feels like they might as well be the only ones in existence, he thinks. Maybe that’s why Jungkook wanted to stop here, to pretend he won’t have to go back and deal with the mess he’s caused.

“Kookie…” he begins, turning towards him, reaching out a hand tentatively to touch Jungkook’s sleeve.

“Shut up! Don’t touch me,'' Jungkook snaps, so harshly that Yoongi flinches, hand dropping to his side.

Jungkook's eyes are full of tears and he’s fumbling in his pocket with cold fingers, teeth gritted with concentration.

“What’s your problem?” Yoongi retorts, not meaning to sound so angry. “It’s not my fault you ran awa—”

“My fucking problem is this.” Jungkook shoves something at him, a crumpled piece of stationary, crushing it against Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi can feel his fingers shaking where they press into Yoongi’s shirt, waiting for Yoongi to take the paper.

He takes it, cupping Jungkook’s hand to keep the paper from blowing away.

“How could you?” Jungkook says, voice cracking.

Yoongi knows what the piece of paper is without having to unfold it, but he unfolds it anyway and god he’d known the moment he saw it, but ice cold nausea clenches his stomach at seeing his own spidery, sloppy handwriting.

“Kookie, where did you get this?”

“Where did I get it?” Jungkook shouts, flinging his arms in the air. “Where the fuck do you think I got it? How could you? On my wedding day.”

Yoongi shakes his head frantically, tears pooling in his eyes. “No. I didn’t… Jesus Christ, I didn’t…”

He looks down at the messy note, written on front and back because he’d crossed out and restarted so many lines. Don’t get married. Please.

Jungkook’s voice turns scathing as he continues to shout. Yoongi’s heart beats like a drum in his ears. If someone had punched him in the stomach he’d feel less winded. His teeth knock together with the cold and he presses his hand over his mouth. He can’t run. He can’t even move. He’s shaking with each ragged breath, vision blurring. He doesn’t need to see the note, though, he has its words memorised.

Jungkookie, you have to know I love you. And I know I’m too late and I’m stupid for never saying so, but I was always so afraid of losing you. And now I am losing you anyway. I love, I love, I love you. For the love of god, don’t get married to him. Don’t move away. Don’t leave me. I love you. I’ve always loved you.

Jungkook's yells are mindless noise, lost in the wind, in the blood pumping in Yoongi’s veins, in the soundless sound of his own thoughts. “I threw it away months ago,” he says quietly, and is hyper conscious of Jungkook shutting up, of the only sounds being the crashing of the waves, the rush of the wind as it rustles in the grass.

He glances at him, sees his nose and cheeks are tinted pink with cold, eyes wet. Anger burns in them. It doesn’t suit Jungkook to look so hateful.

Yoongi looks back down at the note, closes his eyes for a moment, feeling his own tears begin to fall. He can’t look at Jungkook as he speaks, throat so tight it hurts to get anything out. “I swear, I threw it away months ago, the day I wrote it. I-I’m not an asshole, I wasn’t about to ruin your wedding.”

“No,” Jungkook barks, taking a step closer to jab him in the chest. “You’re an asshole.”

Yoongi’s chin wobbles. He can feel himself breaking at the seams, groping desperately in the corners of his mind for anything to say to fix this. Make it go away. “Please don’t hate me,” he whispers. It wouldn’t come out as anything else. “I can’t lose you. I threw it away. I didn’t do this. I don’t know who gave this to you, but I didn’t want them to.”

Jungkook laughs bitterly, looking out to sea. “You don’t get it, do you?” he says, softer. “Give me that.” Yoongi lets him rip the note from his grasp, hold it up, and begin to read from it. “I’ve loved you since we were in university together. Since the day before our exams when you calmed me down. I remember your hand in my hair. You knew it would work because you always saw me playing with my hair when I was nervous. You noticed I did that to soothe myself when I didn’t even realise I was doing it.”

Yoongi chokes back a sob, pressing his knuckles to his mouth. “Jungkookie—“

Jungkook stops him with a look. “Do you know how long ago that was? It’s been almost ten years, Hyung. Ten years. We’ve wasted ten years of our lives. We’re such assholes.”

“What?” Yoongi’s breath catches. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That I love you too, you fucking idiot,” Jungkook yells. The flats of his palms collide with Yoongi’s chest, but Yoongi doesn't move. He lets Jungkook take out his frustration, the hits feeble, more a series of pats than anything else. “You couldn’t have told me then? Or when we lived together? Or when I came out? Or any of the times I wasn't dating anyone? YOU HAD TO TELL ME ON MY WEDDING DAY? MY FUCKING WEDDING DAY. AFTER I SPENT HUNDREDS ON A WEDDING I’M NOT EVEN ATTENDING! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I TRIED TO ASK YOU OUT AND YOU JUST DIDN’T FUCKING GET IT? FOR FUCKS SA—”

“Jungkook-ah!” Yoongi cries, seizing him by the shoulders. He’s smiling so hard his mouth hurts. Every pore, every cell in his body is smiling, even though that’s not possible and doesn’t make any sense. He’s laughing, giggling flusteredly and he can’t control it because this must be a fucking fever dream.

Jungkook’s chest is heaving, tear-tracks glittering on his frozen cheeks. He isn’t looking at Yoongi, he’s staring at their feet, hands balled tightly into fists at his sides. “Why didn’t you get it?” he says at a normal volume, voice broken and hoarse. “Th-that time in uni when I asked if you wanted to get ramen at my place… I ended up feeling like an idiot because you really just thought I’d invited you for dinner. Everyone knew what that meant but you. You’re such an asshole.” He presses his lips together hard, muffling a whimper. Fresh tears streak down his face, clinging to his chin. He shudders with his next breath. “And I asked you to that office Christmas party as my date, but you thought I meant platonically because I didn’t have anyone else to go with. Who thinks stuff like that? You’re so—”

He stops mid sentence as Yoongi brushes his fingers over his cheek, leaning into the touch. “S-say it again,” Yoongi breathes, scared to ask, but terrified to stay silent. “Please.”

“Who thinks stuff like that?” Jungkook says, frowning.

Yoongi snorts. “Not that. Say…” he can’t get himself to say it, not when Jungkook’s looking at him like that, when Yoongi’s hand is cupping his cheek, when the sun is warming their faces on a clifftop like this is some confession scene from a period drama. He slips his fingers into the hair at the nape of Jungkook’s neck, stepping forward until their chests are touching. Jungkook hugs him fiercely, burying his face in Yoongi’s shoulder, and Yoongi returns the embrace.

“Say it again,” he croaks, trembling.

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers, fingers digging painfully into Yoongi’s back. “I’ve loved you since the weekend in uni when you looked after me because I had that stomach bug.”

Yoongi sobs loudly. “Fuck off, you absolutely have not. Say it again.”

Jungkook sniffles, nuzzling the crook of Yoongi’s neck softly, but he doesn’t argue the matter. “Did you really not mean for me to get the note?” he asks, timid.

Yoongi shakes his head. “No, but I--Hoseok-ah must have put it there. He’s been trying to get me to confess for years. Say it again.”

“Well, you can tell him he has to pay for the wedding he ruined.”

“Yeah. I will. Say it again.”

Jungkook chuckles. “Sorry, how many did I miss? Three? I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#yoongi #bts suga #bts yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoonkook #yoonkook au #yoonkook fanfic #yoonkook fanfiction #drabble #yoonkook drabble #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook au #jungkook fanfiction #marriage #cold feet #gay stuff

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bcrlinsarchive · 2 years

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ynkk drabble: wish you well

the worst thing about their end had been the silence.

there was no loud screaming or yelling, no accusations being flung left and right, no pointing fingers or throwing stuff. only two defeated boys, on the floor of their living room, trying to figure out a puzzle that they both knew didn’t fit anymore. there were too many pieces that didn’t match, too many colors that didn’t blend correctly— jeongguk wanted to see the world but yoongi was scared of it, jeongguk wanted to run and yoongi had said go.

that night, he plays one of them. one of the many voicemails his hyung had left him throughout the first six months of their breakup. voicemails stored on his old phone. the phone that jimin had taken from him and hid for the first two weeks. the phone that jeongguk had convinced jimin he’d thrown away long ago. the phone that he’d hidden beneath the bed. the phone that he was clutching in his hand.

at first, all he hears is shuffling. breathing. even his breaths are familiar. soft and gentle against his collarbone, hair tickling his chin. a huff of laughter. fast, breathy pants stuck to sweaty skin. then, a sigh, “it’s me—“ he starts, and jeongguk almost startles, almost drops the phone in his hands when he hears his hyung’s low voice, gravelly and sad, but worst of all, hollow.

“i— i don’t know if you still have my number,” he pauses, sounds unsure and jeongguk has to stop himself from reassuring him, the gentle words of it’s okay, hyung and of course i still have your number and take your time wanting to tumble out from beneath his tongue, “hell, i don’t even know if you’re receiving these.”

“jin-hyung said i should stop calling you but—“ jeongguk almost doesn’t breathe, scared he’ll miss a breath of yoongi’s, a word, an inhale. anything. wants to soak up any and all he can find of the man’s memory, thinks please don’t stop calling me, “i know you wished me well but— it’s been shit, gguk-ah—“ yoongi’s voice breaks and he lets out a wet laugh, an empty sound that makes jeongguk’s heart hurt, makes his hand grip onto the phone tighter. he can hear his hyung’s – his yoongi’s – shuddering breaths on the other end of the line.

his hyung had always been so adamant on not crying in front of jeongguk, to be strong— but he was sensitive. jeongguk knew, yoongi knew, everyone who knew them knew that yoongi cried whenever jeongguk would give him an anniversary gift, that he cried when jeongguk asked him to be his boyfriend, that he cried when jeongguk had accidentally revealed plans of wanting a future with him. was yoongi planning a new future now?

almost as if the older had heard jeongguk’s inner monologue, yoongi’s voice returned, “would i be crazy if i said i wanted to try again?”

#yoonkook #ynkk #sugakookie #yoongi #jungkook #au #bts fic #bts au #bts drabble #yoonkook au #yoonkook fic

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cassiavioletblue · 1 year

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"It's pitch black and I can still see you blushing." With yoonkook? Please!

Here you go anon :D I hope you like it!

(Fun fact: the word count for this is 1234 XD)

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Yoongi sighed. Coming home at this hour meant coming home to quiet and even though he was happy that the members got some rest and went to sleep early for once he always preferred coming home to their visible presence.

It made such a difference, being greeted with a ‚Welcome home‘ or ‚Yoongi, quick, come over here, you can‘t miss this!‘

After having been alone in the past for so long and fending for himself he would have never thought that he would get so used to this so quickly. It was almost scary sometimes, how much his heart ached for this feeling of home and safety and family, how much he actually depended on the others.

He tried not to let it show too much but he must be doing a poor job at it because he knew that at least Namjoon had picked up on it if the fond glances he sent his way whenever Yoongi let his guard down a little were anything to go by. Luckily Namjoon was very respectful and unobtrusive with his observations so Yoongi never really felt put on the spot.

Sometimes he wished showing affection and allowing himself to be vulnerable would come easy to him the way it came to others, like Taehyung for example, but he simply couldn’t get rid of the defensive mechanisms that he had gathered over the years and that seemed to need twice as much time to be deconstructed as it had needed them to be built.

Yoongi closed his eyes as he got rid of his coat and the scarf, imagining what he would do if he could be emotionally fearless. There were a lot of things he wanted to do but the most important, most pressing one would be to make a confession. It shouldn’t be so hard to talk about his feelings, especially not to someone he had known for years and yet, putting the honest, heartfelt truth into words seemed impossible at times.

He loved Jungkook, he was absolutely certain of that and yet he also loved what they had right now. Jungkook relied on him, trusted him, confided in him whenever he needed someone to cheer him up. He didn’t want to change that or make things difficult between them just because he couldn’t keep his emotions in check.

And yet, he simply couldn’t help himself: a single smile of their youngest could light up his day, a hug could send his heart beat into overdrive and his voice…

As if his mind had summoned it from pure will and longing alone the quiet was suddenly broken by a faint sound. Someone was humming; that someone being Jungkook because Yoongi would always recognize that angelic voice. No matter how far away or quiet or late in the night it was, he’d always know who that voice belonged to whenever he’d hear it.

Yoongi followed the sound like he was under a spell, bewitched by the sweetness of Jungkook's soft voice.

It was still dark in the hallway, but after a few steps he could see a faint light coming from the kitchen, as if someone had opened the fridge.

A sudden warmth bloomed in Yoongi’s chest as he listened to Jungkook’s quiet singing and when he was close enough he could finally make out the words too. Jungkook was singing a love song.

It was a slow, lovely and utterly romantic song about how finding your other half turned your life on its head, made you grow and learn to be a better person because you wanted the best for them and how their love left you irrevocably changed no matter what happened after.

It was doing something to Yoongi’s heart, something dangerous but he couldn’t stop listening. It was simply too…

„Beautiful!“

He only realized that he had breathed the word out loud when Jungkook made a surprised little sound in his throat and closed the door to the fridge reflexively. Immediately the small light was gone and they were both left standing in darkness again.

„Y.. yoongi? When did you come home?“

Jungkook sounded breathless and shy and Yoongi was glad for the dark because it meant he could let the fond smile spread all over his face without needing to hide it.

„I’ve only been back a few minutes. I was trying to sneak to my room without waking anyone, I didn’t mean to startle or fluster you. Please continue, don’t let my presence stop you from singing. It was a lovely song.“

„Oh uhm, it’s fine. I’m not flustered, by the way.“ Yoongi chuckled softly.

„Please. It's pitch black and I can still see you blushing."

He wished he could actually see it too, because Jungkook with rosy cheeks was an incredibly cute sight but it was also strangely comfortable to just stand there together in the kitchen with him in the dark and so he didn’t make any move to turn on a light.

Jungkook made an indignant sound that had Yoongi wishing he could kiss the pout – that was undoubtedly there – right from his lips.

„Okay, maybe a little. Only because you surprised me though. I didn’t expect anyone to be up.“ „Understandable.“ Yoongi nodded automatically, even though the other couldn’t see it and then carefully walked into the direction of where the chairs should be so he could sit down.

„What were you doing here anyways? Did you get hungry?“

With their busy schedules and regular time zone switches getting hungry in the middle of the night wasn’t unusual and while Yoongi was often too lazy to get up again to eat after he’d already gotten comfortable in his bed, he knew that especially the youngers enjoyed some snacks in the night before going back to sleep.

„I was trying to get a midnight snack,“ Jungkook confirmed his hunch and then sighed heavily. „But there’s nothing delicious in the fridge.“ Yoongi hummed in acknowledgement.

„I didn’t have time to eat dinner today, so I could eat something too. Want me to make us some noodles real quick?“ „Really?“

He could basically hear Jungkook beaming at him in the dark and so he added „I might need to turn on the light for that though.“ Jungkook’s answering giggle was as sweet as sugar and just seconds after the light switched on.

„Sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you in the dark.“

Yoongi shook his head.

„Don’t worry. It was kind of nice. Resting my eyes and everything.“ The truth was he loved to be with Jungkook, no matter the place, time or ‚lighting conditions‘. Someday he might be brave enough to tell him. Not right now though.

Now he would make them noodles and they could eat them on their bedroom floor like they had done a few times before. He would watch Jungkook eat and get all fond over the younger’s nose scrunches and eyebrow furrows and then, after a quick trip to the bathroom Jungkook would tell him that he was ‚way too full to move‘ and that he therefore ‚needed to sleep in Yoongi’s room‘ and Yoongi would pretend to be annoyed but be secretly happy and they’d end up cuddling in his bed and falling asleep like that, just like they had done before.

So maybe confessing his feelings wasn’t that important, he could just be happy with this.

Or maybe, maybe, Jungkook already knew.

#yoonkook #yoonkooknetwork #anon #drabble #prompt #bangtanarmynet #sugakookie #mywriting

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hopepoint · 2 years

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Namgi loving on a whiney jk (🔞)

When YG tells him how good he is doing with some random task and JK can't help but think of YG saying those same words when NJ and YG pamper him each night. He can't help but shiver in arousal with the reminder.

Each night YG praises him, telling him how well he is doing under his touch and JK can't help but whine for more can't help but be a brat, as NJ calls him, when he wants them. Can help the breathy moans they coax out of him like he can't get enough can't express how badly he needs them.

His chest heaving from the pleasure as namgi tease all the right places. JK knows they love when his exhales turn into a whine when he is close. He can tell they love it by their sharp intake of breath followed by soft encouragement. He loves being loud for them, loves how they turn him into mess

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#namgikook #bts fic #bts ff #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts drabble #namgi #yoonkook #namkook

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bananagoowritesstuff · 1 year

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PARALLEL WORLD AU

Jungkook wakes up one day in a different world. the strange thing is that everything is the same except for the fact that Yoongi behaves different with him. no food related nicknames, no late night talks, no fond gazes.

Short length

Friends to lovers

Canon compliant, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending

Link:https://twitter.com/BANANAG00/status/1345446074597707776?s=20&t=1J72n5dJd0Ho-Ko5bxEcwA

#yoonkook au #yoonkook #drabble

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ugh-yoongi · 5 months

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hii! thanks for answering my ask about your favorite namjoon fics 🥰 could you recommend your favorite yoongi fics if you haven't done it yet? thank you soo much! 💗

you got it 🫡

most of these works contain mature themes/content. please heed tags and do not engage with any explicit work if you are a minor!

i know there are a bunch i’ve forgotten, so please reblog and share your own work and your faves!

also, please note: there are a lot of fics on these lists that are posted to ao3. it has recently come out that a volunteer was removed from their position for being pro-palestine (you can find the twt thread here). i am in the process of looking for a better alternative, but until then, it is unfortunately probably the best way to share these stories. while i personally won’t be posting to or reading on ao3 for the time being, how you choose to engage going forward is completely up to you! i just wanted to make sure i was being transparent.

yoongi x reader

love language by @gukslut

please be naked and first and last and always by @floralseokjin

the dinner party by @anotherbtswriter

straight shooter by @snackhobi

winter: you're the one that bloomed me by @hot-soop

moonlit throne by @hobidreams

miss dial by @versigny

a love that endures by @cinnaminsvga

want a taste? by @suga-kookiemonster

cyberslut by @kimnjss

tip of the iceberg by @fortunexkookie

greedy by @xjoonchildx

boseong breakfast by @honeymoonjin

vogue by @gukyi

tell me what you want by @wwilloww

wine & budapest by @junghelioseok

the second time & stop thinking about me by @yoongiphoria

drip by @here2bbtstrash

cybersex by @gimmethatagustd

vows (and all the associated drabbles) by @hamsterclaw

darksided by @eoieopda

the pink pill by @dollfaceksj

volume

as always, mxm recs under the cut!

member x member

namgi: see namjoon recs here

sope: see hoseok recs here

yoonjin: see seokjin recs here

yoonkook: see jk recs here + fang fucker by @sailoryooons

atoms and empty space (yoonmin)

love maze (yoonmin)

there's a piece of you in how i dress (yoonmin)

cute, baby (yoonmin)

inevitabilities (yoonmin)

our beginnings never know our ends (yoonmin)

since feeling is first (yoonmin)

it's bad enough we get along so well (yoonmin)

he's what you want (i'm what you need) [yoonmin]

maybe i hate you can be our always (yoonmin)

smooth strip (yoonmin)

map of the sounds (taegi)

the romance of old clothes (taegi)

inside and out (taegi)

siren of the interstate (taegi)

espresso marmalade (taegi)

after all, all this time (taegi)

what happens in uni series (taegi)

return to baseline (taegi)

vanilla sweetheart (taegi)

nothing lasts forever (taegi)

wassily kandinsky improvisation 31 sea battle (taegi)

shots fired (taegi)

yachtgi series (taegi)

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts x reader #bts smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagine #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts imagines #myg #fic rec

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candlelightandmoonshine · 2 years

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#bts #yoonkook #drabble #flowers

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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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REQUESTS YOU’LL GET 💪🏻💪🏻

Asking for a Drabble of Yoonkook trying to figure out how to take care of Y/N together?

"You're hurting her-" Yoongi hisses as he watches Jungkook use the cotton ball to clean the inside of your hybrid ears, making you whine and squirm on his lap.

"I'm not, she's just a huge baby about it." Jungkook denies, while he concentrates on actually making sure not to hurt you. He's done these things numerous times before, knows from talking to you when you're not in that headspace that you're really just annoyed by the sensation, but not in pain at all. "Here." Jungkook offers another clean cotton ball to the producer, who's eyes widen.

"No no no, you do that, I'm not-" He shakes his head, refusing to take it from the younger Idol. "-I'll just watch, it's fine." He says, making Jungkook laugh.

It's actually quite cute to see the rapper so worried about potentially causing you any sort of discomfort. It makes him feel almost proud that he already knows almost all the in's and out's about how to care for you properly. You shake your head once Jungkook finishes up, before you run off, probably to fetch the box of treats for him to open.

"I'm so lost on what to do." Yoongi sighs, watching how you eagerly jump back onto the couch between the two idols to have Jungkook open the box for you.

"You'll figure things out." Jungkook shrugs, struggling a bit with opening the box and making sure your hands stay out of it. "Trust me, you'll know when she doesn't like something. Hey- paws out!" He scolds you, the sudden raise in tone making you sit back, butt back on the couch as you patiently wait now.

Even Yoongi is taken aback by the serious tone- and it makes the younger wolf laugh to himself as he gives you your treat which you run off with, before he closes the box.

"I think I still have a lot to learn.." Yoongi mumbles, and Jungkook shrugs, smiling proudly to himself.

"And I'm happy to teach yo- hey, no climbing on the table!"

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #yoongi imagine #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi imagines #bts yoongi imagine #yoongi imagines

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sugalaritae · 1 year

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Congrats again on the milestone! Could I request a drabble for this prompt?

Making out as a distraction x Accidental kiss

Maybe YoonKook x Reader? In whatever configuration you like 👉👈

summary: You push yourself against Jungkook and slip a leg between his as you begin to move to the music.

“Relax,” you whisper with a soft smile.

“I’m trying,” he says with a shaky voice.

or Yoongi, Jungkook, and you are on a road trip across country and you've taken a wrong (but right) turn.

pairing: min yoongi x f! reader x jeon jungkook

genre: smut. this is just pwp

au: roadtrip, sort of s2l, one bed!

rating: 18+

word count: 4.5k

warnings: tension, semi-public kissing, dancing with jungkook (that's a warning), a sun dress from the 90s, drinking, mentions of a nicotine being tasted in a kiss, just so so much kissing, lots of discussion of consent and what everyone wants and doesn't want (do this everyone! it's good practice), or*l sex (f receiving and m, both times m giving), v*ginal sex with a condom, choking, voyeurism, face f*cking (mxm), spit, sw*llowing, aftercare

author’s note: honestly this idea came from a in-depth conversation with @minttangerines @minisugakoobies and @bangtanintotheroom several months ago about what a yoonkook fic based on Y tu mamá también would look like. i've been wanting to write it ever since and while it's not that plot at all, it was lightly influenced by the dance scene (tho in my fic yoongi and jungkook are sort of in a "relationship"). thank you to all the above mentioned loves for their encouragement, to Sunny for her request, and to AJ for looking this over!! The title is from the song 'places' by the blaze

The music is swaying around like wind. The four-piece band comprised of men in their forties and fifties are on a stage behind you. There is a drink in front of you. Yoongi and Jungkook sit in front of you as they softly argue about Jungkook's mess up. Behind them is the beach. Beautiful dark sand and then nothing. You know the ocean is about fifty feet away from where you are sitting, but you can’t see it, the water mirroring the dark sky above. If you listen closely though, you can hear the sounds of the waves as they brush against the shore.

Slowly, the whole scene moves together into one reality as you bring yourself back into your body. It’s been a stressful day. The three of you weren’t supposed to be here. The town you were aiming for is about 250 miles in a different direction, but Jungkook had misread the signs and made a wrong turn and no one had noticed until it was too late to turn around. You had seen the little beachside bar from the road and suggested that you all take a break from driving; maybe have a drink and get a hotel room for the night. The bar is empty, save for the three of you, the band, bartender and a couple in the corner.

“Jungkook–” you say suddenly and at the same time as you set your pint of beer down on the table with a little more strength than you had intended.

He looks at you with surprise.

“Dance with me.”

You look at the two men who are following you with heavy gazes as you stand up and fix your dress. You don’t normally wear dresses, but today was hot in the car and you weren’t really interested in wearing leggings and a tank top. So you wore the only dress you had - a light yellow one with thick straps and buttons down the front that reminded you of something your mother wore in the 90s.

You hold out your hand for him.

“Come on,” you say not as a question, but as a command and watch as he looks between your face and hand before gently setting his hand on top of yours. You wrap your smaller one around his much bigger one and lead him to a spot on the beach, still under the lights of the bar but not in it.

He stands there for a moment, shy, and it pulls a smile from you. Grabbing his hands in yours, you guide them to your waist and slip your hands up his biceps until you can rest your forearms on his shoulders.

You want to make him relax.

You can tell that he’s feeling guilty for having driven so far off course. There is the issue of money and gas. The three of you know that one of the guys will have to ask you for money and it will come from your savings, which is why neither of them have brought it up and you’re still reconciling that. But you’re telling yourself that it will be okay.

For now, you’re deciding to concentrate on dancing with Jungkook instead. It’s a good distraction.

You push yourself against Jungkook and slip a leg between his as you begin to move to the music.

“Relax,” you whisper with a soft smile.

“I’m trying,” he says with a shaky voice.

You slide your hand up his shoulder until your thumb is touching his neck and you guide the soft pad of your thumb back and forth against his skin, feeling the veins and muscles that tense and then slowly relax. His hands on your waist pull you closer and you smile as you rest your cheek against his pec. You close your eyes as he begins to lead you, the both of you moving to the music and forgetting the world around you.

When your cousin had suggested that you catch a ride with his friends who were going in the same direction as your new home, you hadn’t thought that they would be two handsome friends. Jungkook had been so excited to meet you, a kind and happy energy as he opened the front door and offered to load your suitcases into the trunk of the car. Yoongi had been polite and quiet until the first day was almost over and then suddenly, it was like he decided that he did like you. Up until tonight they had been staying in one hotel room and you, in another. Tonight, you couldn’t afford that and as you swayed with Jungkook pressed tight against your body, you find yourself hoping that he is someone who likes cuddling because the room only has one bed.

His body relaxes pressed against you and you feel a hand drift lower. He doesn’t move to touch your actual cheeks, but you can tell he’s thinking about it. He moves two fingers gently over your ass while his one hand stays put on your lower back, only for a moment though before he moves it gently up and down your back. You hum deep in your throat and your fingers drift up into his long hair.

The night feels electric with the buzzing from the old (probably unsafe) lights strung up above you. The band seems to only be playing slow songs and you’re not sure if it’s for the benefit of you and Jungkook, but you’re not going to question it.

“Jungkook,” you whisper as you move to look up at him and at just the same moment, he moves to be at your level, turning to look at you.

The two of you bump into each other, your lips brushing against each other and immediately he pulls away when you’re certain that you would be okay if he had kissed you.

“Sorry,” he mumbles and you smile.

“It’s okay.”

Jungkook slowly separates himself from you and holds out his hand for you to take, nodding toward the table where Yoongi still is. You shake your head and stay put, your body still swaying a little to the music until you see him take a seat at the table and you see that Yoongi has turned his seat to face where you and Jungkook were dancing. You smile at him and give a little wave and then turn and walk out toward the water.

It seems like there is no moon out but you can see its faded light behind a cloud.

You feel like anything could happen tonight. Your life is in a massive shift with no home yet to call your own and all of your belongings in two suitcases. You sold everything else, wanting to leave everything behind and start fresh. It’s a good but terrifying feeling. The water, with its dark colour, is a bit like that, you notice as you get closer. The sand darkened with each kiss of a wave. You are free to live your life however you want and it’s an excitement unknown like the ocean in front of you.

“He should have kissed you,” a voice says to your left. Yoongi’s voice.

You smile without turning toward him, but you nod.

“He should have, but he’s shy and it’s really endearing.”

“How come you didn’t ask me to dance?” he asks.

You laugh lightly, “Would you have if I had asked?”

He shakes his head, “No.”

“Didn’t think so.”

There’s a pause and both of you watch the water in front of you. You don’t know much about where Yoongi and Jungkook are going or what they’re going to do there but you don’t really care. You’re leaving your past behind so that you can start fresh and you’re not entirely interested in two men coming into your life.

You are interested in whatever Yoongi is about to say though.

“I would have kissed you, though.”

“Why don’t you now?” you ask and this time you turn to him completely.

The lights from the bar shine soft shadows across his body and face. He’s beautiful.

You take a deep breath, the cool fresh breeze from the ocean fills your lungs and releases it for a moment before he takes a step toward you and cups your face gently in his hands, kissing you softly. You sigh against him and your hands grip the bottom of his biceps.

It’s a chaste kiss at first but then one of his hands falls from your face and he grips your hip tightly pulling you to him. You part your lips and tease his bottom lip with the tip of your tongue. He tastes like the cheap whiskey he was drinking and leftover nicotine from a cigarette he smoked when you first arrived.

He pulls you flush to him and this time, unlike Jungkook, he slips his hand down to your ass. His lips part and he welcomes your tongue with his. He tastes like freedom and the unknown. You moan into his mouth and he swallows it happily.

Then his lips drift from yours and he kisses your cheek and jaw. You move your head to give him more room so he can kiss your neck and he does. Then he nips at your earlobe and it sends a shiver up your spine to meet his mouth.

“I want to watch you with him,” he whispers and you release a breath you weren’t aware you were holding.

“Will he want that?” you ask.

“Yes.”

It’s a whisper in your ear, but it sends another shiver, this time down your spine and you push your hips to his.

“I want you after.”

“Maybe.”

He kisses you again and this time you don’t hesitate against each other. You dive in and drag his hand that has, until now, stayed on your neck, slowly down your front, stopping briefly at your breast as he feels your nipple perk under his fingers. Your breathing is shallow and you feel a rush of pleasure as he slips his hand to the side and pushes his thumb gently under the material of your dress until it brushes over your bare nipple and you gasp against his lips.

You jump a little as you feel a body press against your back, wandering hands down your full hips.

“Can I fuck you?” Jungkook whispers against your ear before he licks along your ear.

“Please,” you say against Yoongi who chuckles and pulls away.

“I think we should move to our room then,” he says.

The hotel room isn’t anything special. The bedspread looks old and is definitely polyester, but you don’t care because two men are currently undressing you. Yoongi is behind you, kissing and licking at your neck as Jungkook unbuttons your dress enough to reveal your bare breasts because you were too tired to try and find your bra when you got dressed this morning. You let the dress fall from your shoulders and arms. Yoongi’s hands drift under your arms and cup your breasts and Jungkook gets on his knees in front of you.

You feel overwhelmed, your head swimming as Jungkook kisses your clothed cunt.

“You should take those off of her, I want you to tell me what she tastes like,” Yoongi says as he looks over your shoulder at the man in front of you.

Jungkook does, gripping your underwear with his hands and tugging them down. You step out of them with his guidance, his gentle hands calloused a little on his palms, but he treats you like he could break you.

Your hands have felt heavy at your sides, but now they find his hair and you bury your fingers there as he kisses the inside of your thighs making his way to you. Then he licks gently up your slit. You feel his fingers part your lips and his tongue slides against you, your excitement gathering on his tongue.

“Oh,” you moan.

“That’s right, baby, let him taste you. I’ll wait until he’s done with you,” Yoongi whispers against your neck and you shiver.

Jungkook is good with his tongue and you expect him to slip a finger into you, but he doesn’t, using only his tongue to pleasure you. His tongue presses against your clit with a mixture of pressure and moisture. You moan loudly as Yoongi’s fingers pinch and lightly twist at your sensitive nipples.

“I’m—“ you start and your breath hitches.

“Kook, stop,” Yoongi commands and suddenly you're left standing alone without Jungkook’s mouth on you and you’re so close, but you feel abandoned.

“No,” you whimper.

“Baby, are you okay if Jungkook fucks you now?” Yoongi asks.

You nod.

“What are you okay with? Are there things that you don’t want or don’t like?” he asks as Jungkook pushes himself up to standing in front of you and suddenly you’re aware that Yoongi has dropped his hands from your breasts to rest on your hips.

You feel safe and respected because Jungkook isn’t looking at your body, but at your face as he waits for your answer.

“I don’t want anal or being touched there,” you start.

Yoongi and Jungkook nod.

“Okay, anything else?” Jungkook asks and you like that he’s the one asking it this time.

“Don’t call me princess, baby is fine, but I don’t want any specifically gendered names,” you say to Jungkook and he nods. “I don’t want anything really rough, but I want Yoongi to choke me when I’m close if you’re comfortable.”

“Let me know and I’ll do it. What do you mean by really rough?” Yoongi asks.

“No slapping or degrading. I don’t want that.”

Jungkook nods.

“I need aftercare. I need to feel both of you against me after.”

Yoongi’s hands run up and down your hips gently as he asks, “Anything else, baby?”

You shake your head.

“Jungkook, anything you want from her or from me?” he asks.

Jungkook nods. “Can you lick my nipples?” he asks and this time you nod.

“That’s all. Yoongi?”

He starts to Jungkook. “I want to kiss you while you still have her on your tongue." He turns to you. "I want to eat you out after he’s fucked you, and then I want you to finish me off, Kook.”

Jungkook nods again and you wonder how many times they’ve done this. Questions fly through your head and you feel silly for not having asked them before. You don’t know if they’re a couple, but you haven’t noticed anything and then you don’t know if Yoongi would be the kind of person who would be public about his relationships.

“I can do that,” Jungkook says and the two men lock eyes.

It’s powerful to be stuck between them and slowly, Jungkook steps into you and kisses Yoongi over your shoulder. You rest your head against Yoongi’s shoulder and your gaze drifts over to them. You watch as Yoongi’s tongue slips over Jungkook’s and then the two of them part.

“You are exquisite. Taste better than anything I could have imagined.” Yoongi says before he kisses your neck.

Jungkook watches you. His gaze is heavy, his eyes lidded, pupils blown and you can’t take your gaze off him.

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asks after a beat and you nod.

“Please.”

His kiss is more needy than Yoongi’s was. You feel Jungkook’s and Yoongi’s fingers lace together, both their palms pressing against your skin and you moan against his lips which causes him to open them and you can taste little remnants of yourself on his tongue.

You move your hands and pull his shirt up, separating from him briefly so that you can pull his shirt off him, which he helps with by separating his hands from Yoongi’s and he holds his arms up. The garment gets caught on his fingers and the two of you laugh as he helps you. You take him in with a gasp.

“Fuck.”

A smirk tugs the corner of his lips up and it’s a look that makes you feel weak in the knees.

Yoongi kisses your neck, licking where he presses kisses, and you watch as Jungkook takes off his jeans, stepping out of them. He’s gorgeous, fitter than anyone you’ve ever been with and for a moment a brief spark of insecurity flashes through you because you’re softer than him. His cock is erect and you can’t take your eyes off his darkened tip.

“Condom?” he asks and you nod.

Yoongi guides you backward to the bed and then steps out from behind you and you sit down on the polyester cover. It scratches against your ass as you move upward, Jungkook kisses you again, his hands pressing into the mattress and caging you in. It makes you feel safe and sexy. You remind yourself that he wants you and you close your eyes falling into his kiss. You can feel his cock against your thigh and you open your legs wide for him, making room for him between them.

Jungkook stops kissing for a moment as Yoongi hands him a condom and you watch as Jungkook rips it open and rolls the thin latex onto himself. He looks trapped fighting against the material of it and you reach between your bodies and take him in your hand, stroking him for a moment as Yoongi and he kiss.

Then Yoongi is stepping away and you watch him, cheek pressed to the bedspread, as he pulls a chair closer to the bed and sits down. He’s looking at the two of you like you’re the most beautiful human beings he’s ever seen and you find your body reacting to his gaze. Jungkook takes advantage of the position of your head and kisses your neck, biting softly and then pulling away quickly and whispering against your skin as he asks if that was okay and you answer with a short nod.

He holds your wrist lightly and brings your hand from his cock to his pec, reminding you that he wants you to touch and lick his nipples. You brush your thumb over the erect little bud and he lets out a deep breath against your skin. You feel his cock head press against your cunt and you breathe in as he presses himself into you. Both of you gasp as he pushes all the way into you, knocking from Yoongi’s gaze. Your hand grips his pec, fingers digging into his skin gently.

He pauses, allowing you to adjust to him. He’s thicker than other men you’ve been with and it takes you a moment, your body relaxing around him.

“You can move, baby,” you say softly and he bites again at your neck.

You moan loud at this.

He starts slow, sliding out almost the full way and then pushing into you. He feels amazing, filling you each time.

“Faster,” you moan and wrap your legs around his waist, locking your feet at the ankles easily.

He moans against your skin and then his lips find yours again and he kisses you while he pushes into you faster and stronger. Your back arches against the bed and out of the corner of your eye, you can see Yoongi shift slightly. You’re not close yet. You can feel the familiar build in your stomach, but you’re not close. He seems to notice this, so he stays.

Jungkook, on the other hand, winds an arm under where you’ve separated from the bed and lifts you. You’re used to men trying to lift you, but he does it with ease, flipping the two of you over in the bed, his cock slipping out of you as he does so and you adjust a little over him before you guide him back to your entrance and sit down on him. Yoongi watches as both your heads fall back with the feeling.

You bend down and take his nipple between your lips. You slip your tongue around him, licking at his sweaty skin, tasting salt as you fuck yourself on his cock. You stay that way for a moment, relishing in how Jungkook is under you, moaning your name like it’s a prayer, a holy name.

He’s talking through all of this, you realize. Guiding you, telling you how well you’re doing.

You break your kiss from Jungkook’s chest and lift one knee up, resting your foot against the bedspread and the new angle pushes you closer and closer.

“I’m close, Yoongi,” you say and you close your eyes tight as you pick up your speed.

You feel the mattress dip a little and Yoongi’s hand gently grips your neck. He leans into the side of your head and takes your earlobe between his teeth, biting gently as his grip tightens.

“Keep going, baby,” Jungkook commands and you keep the movement.

Everything is overwhelming, the feeling builds and you feel Jungkook’s hand press against your lower stomach, helping you over that edge. Yoongi’s fingers press into the sides of your throat in the perfect way and you love this; you knew you could trust him to choke you right.

Your walls clench around Jungkook’s cock as your body shakes. Your orgasm ricochets through your body. Jungkook pushes into you, thrusting upward, fucking you through it before you feel him come. He fills the condom and you wish you could feel him so that Yoongi could lick his cum out of you.

Yoongi kisses your temple.

“You did so well, baby. So well,” he purrs in your ear and you feel yourself fall against him as his hand releases your neck.

Jungkook below you watches, his chest rising and falling as he tries to gather himself. After a moment you move off him and he catches the condom before it comes off.

“Do you need a moment before I…” Yoongi asks and you nod.

Jungkook moves off the bed to throw the condom and Yoongi slips his shirt off and lays down next to you, guiding you to rest your head against his chest.

“You did so, so well, I’m so proud of you,” he whispers to you as his hands move over your back and arm, up and down.

You move your head to capture his lips in a kiss and he kisses you softly before you decide you’re ready again.

“Can I have you, all of you?” you ask against his lips and he smiles.

“Maybe tomorrow morning. Could I wake you up?”

You nod.

He directs you off him and onto the bed properly as he kisses you and you watch as he kisses down your body. Stopping briefly to pay attention to your breasts again. He licks and bites softly. His fingertips move gently over your sensitive skin and it feels like electricity. You feel alive and tender and so fucking human.

His lips capture your clitoral hood in an intimate kiss. He tugs slightly and you moan, your hands finding a home in his hair. It’s soft. He is skilled. His tongue pushes into you and licks up and out, over and over and over and over until you feel a little dizzy, your eyes closing tight.

Jungkook sits beside you, running his fingers gently down your cheek. He leans down and kisses you fully.

“Do you want to be choked again?” he asks and you shake your head.

He kisses you as Yoongi licks, but never penetrating you with anything but his tongue. You’re happy for this because you feel sensitive and already this is broaching the feeling of being oversensitive.

Your second orgasm isn’t as powerful as the first, but your back breaks its relationship with the bed. You moan into Jungkook’s mouth and he seems to relish in this. Yoongi kisses the inside of your thigh tenderly as his hands move up and down your legs, gripping your ankles gently and tugging you back to earth.

“Baby, are you okay if Jungkookie finishes me off or do you need someone to hold you?” Yoongi asks.

It takes you a moment to answer, but Yoongi never moves. Instead, he just tightens his grip ever-so-gently on your ankles and keeps you steady.

“Come back to me after?” you ask.

“Of course,” both men say at the same time, but Yoongi punctuates his with a kiss on your knee and you feel special.

Jungkook makes sure to help you move so your head is resting against the pillows and under the blankets. He kisses you gently on the lips and then knee-walks over to Yoongi. You watch as Jungkook slides off the bed and Yoongi grabs him by the back of the neck and pulls him into a kiss. It’s sexy, long. Jungkook’s hands work on Yoongi’s black trousers, and then as soon as his pants are at his ankles, Yoongi’s hands push down on Jungkook’s shoulders and you watch as the younger man gets on his knees.

Jungkook licks the underside of Yoongi’s cock which pulls his name from Yoongi’s mouth. He does this a few more times before he takes all of Yoongi in one go and it’s amazing to watch.

They have done this before, you think as you watch Yoongi grip the back of Jungkook’s head.

“Can I fuck your face?” Yoongi asks and Jungkook nods as best he can.

You watch the muscles in Jungkook’s jaw relax as Yoongi’s fingers curl Jungkook’s hair around them and he begins a fast pace. This time it’s Yoongi who is talking Jungkook through fucking him. Spit falls from around Yoongi’s cock and out of Jungkook’s mouth landing on his chest and shining there. It’s beautiful and sexy and it almost makes you ready again, but you’re exhausted.

Your fingers dance along your collarbone as you watch though, desperate for touch. Yoongi finishes in Jungkook’s mouth and pulls out in a fast movement that makes even your jaw ache. Cum and spit fall out of Jungkook’s mouth and onto his chin. Yoongi reaches down and gathers it up on his fingers and pushes it back into the other’s mouth.

“Swallow,” Yoongi commands and you take a breath at the tone. It’s deep and makes your legs shake a little in anticipation of what might be happening when you wake the next morning.

Jungkook follows the command and you watch his throat move with the action. He sticks his tongue out and Yoongi nods.

“Well done. You did well.”

Yoongi kisses Jungkook softly as the younger stands.

Yoongi slips under the covers and presses his body to yours. Jungkook walks around the bed and slips in the other side and does the same. You feel safe here. Jungkook brings a leg over yours and you feel caged in and comfortable.

“You both did so well tonight. I’m so proud of you both,” Yoongi says as his hand moves over Jungkook’s arm and his lips kiss your temple and cheek.

You don’t know what your future holds and you feel sleep join the weight of the two bodies of the men on either side of you. You are happy. Content. Whatever happens in this life you will have this memory and it feels like the start of a new past.

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