Haii im so sorry I don't think i did the request right , I sent the virgin!duncan x virgin!reader request! (I hope i did it right this time!)
Virgin!duncan x virgin!reader
(New intimacy)"i'm not sure what to do." + "we'll just take this one step at a time." + "we need to be careful."
(It doesn't have to have all three of these!!!) Tysm♡
you and dunk had been tiptoeing around each other for weeks, now.
it began after a night of too much ale, your clothes sticking to your bodies after you stumbled out of an inn and into the hard rain. coin hadn't been so sparse, but dunk had broken the bed the moment he sat down, and you were ran off. so, you convinced dunk to find shelter in the nearby stables. egg had taken to the pen with maester, leaving you and the hedge knight to each other.
you were both clumsy as you made your way up the hayloft. dunk was right behind you, keeping you from slipping off the ladder. you waited for him up top, your nails digging into your palms until he hauled himself up onto the wooden floorboards.
without warning, you grabbed him by his cloak and pulled him closer. it made him grunt—a beam knocked him in the head—and you only giggled.
dunk blushed, both from embarrassment and the tingle that shot through his veins at your laughter. "you'll wake the boy..."
"in this weather?"
"well—i best check on him..."
"leave me up here, and i'll find someone else to hold me."
"...he should be fine."
you hadn't remembered much from that night. dunk was too bashful to recall what happened, even though all that was shared was a few graceless kisses and lingering touches.
dunk could hardly look in your direction without his face flushing. he often blamed the sun, and the sun never took credit. it hid behind the clouds, whispering his foolishness in the winds.
but you couldn't go on like this.
you found yourself in his arms again, only this time the land was dry. the cold seeped through your cloak, and dunk held you tighter to fight the chill.
“is…is this alright?” he whispered, his breath fanning your neck. he’d given you his cloak, and he’d given you his spare tunic. despite his own shivering, he’d forfeit the tunic on his back just to give you a little more warmth.
“could be warmer.”
“how?”
you shifted, shoulder pressing into him as you laid on your back. dunk didn’t let you go, but his heart leapt when you brought your hand to his cheek.
“could…” you felt a smile, unwavering and nervous, pull at your lips. “could go without your tunic.”
dunk swallowed. he could do that.
“and my dress.” he…did not know where this was going.
“m’lady,” the title was almost a whimper from the back of his throat. he felt as if he was suffocating.
dunk took your hand from his face, holding it so you couldn’t touch him further. he watched as your expression crumbled, like you’d done something horrifically wrong.
but it was him. he didn’t know how to act. one wrong move and the fragility of your relationship would shatter. or so he had convinced himself time and time again.
“nevermind, then.”
“no,” he brought your hand back to his cheek. “no, i…i didn’t mean—“
your fingertips grazed under his eye. it was gentle, far too careful for a man his size, and he wanted more. he ached for more.
“i’m not sure what to do,” he managed, the confession making his tongue feel thick and dry. “i can hardly look at you when—when you’re standing in front of me.”
he almost choked when your hand slipped away. he wanted to apologize; to swear he could handle it, that he could be good enough if given the time. dunk only needed time, and he’d spend all his days showing you the sort of affection you craved.
yet you hardly gave him the time to imagine it. he felt your hand slip under his tunic, pressing into his skin as you inched up to his chest. it was a test, a dip in the water that was far too scolding.
his heart stuttered against your palm.
“we’ll take this one step at a time,” you promised. “mm?”
dunk had to hold himself from groaning.
“ri—riiight. yes…”
“and careful.”
“aye, gods—yes.”
“we need to be careful.”
this was pathetic. dunk felt the world spin, and his head tilted to shut you up with a kiss. had you continued, he would’ve passed out—as he so often did in battle. but this was an entirely different fight, one he’d never had experience in.
how many men could say they fell unconscious because of a woman’s desire? and his own, that he could hardly tolerate?
dunk couldn't go on like this.
he pulled himself from your lips, trailing down to your neck. your hands found purpose in his hair, holding onto the long locks as he fumbled with the front of your dress. it was messy; his kisses were wet and uncoordinated, and the second his teeth scraped against your skin, you yelped.
“you’ll wake the boy,” he growled against you, much like a hungry dog.
“where is the boy?” you squeaked, your face etched in a permanent smile. dunk didn’t bother to answer—or maybe it took too much for him to try, because he finally pulled your stubborn bodice off of you.
he sought after your mouth, quieting you for the most part. he’d worry about egg later. in the morning, when he could think. beneath him was a lady in need, and an ache only he could soothe.
i found a way to use all three…it fit too perfectly <3
anyways, i wanted to do a sort of…shamefully horny bunch. reader is shamefully horny. dunk is more reserved until the band snaps….hope you enjoy! i'm so nervous to post this lmao
okayyy so it's been FOREVER since i've used this blog BUT i just wrote this on a whim and i know the love for dunk is large on this platform so i thot i'd share. {~probs not canon compliant, not really edited, + i don't write v often anymore due to Job so pls be kind<3~}
plot description: you've traveled with Duncan for a while and he's never spared you a second glance. does he really find you so repulsive? after seeing him with a lady of the night, the strange heat between the two of you must finally be tested.
warnings: just fluff + a little suggestive content, vv basic plot sorry
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The air that evening was hot, and not so much the lovely musk of a summer’s night, but rather a sticky, heavy heat that made the whole village drowsy.
Or maybe this is just what people were like on the coastline of the Bravossi Sea. Unhurried in a way that you envied. It reminded you of how Dunk moved through life; without a plan or timeline, just forward motion. The lifestyle made you very anxious, but it was worth it.
He was worth it.
That very glacial pace that made you squirm was catalyzed by the weather. A bead of sweat dripped down your brow and you swatted it away as if it were a pest. Duncan watched you move from his peripheral. He did this often, his body never shifting, only those blue eyes analyzing every movement. This time, he did shift. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to you. You ignored the dirt and took it quickly, dabbing at your forehead.
“It is so gods-damn hot,” you groaned. “If this is how the weather is across the sea as well, I’m afraid I must insist that our journey ends here.”
Egg was finishing a bowl of cold porridge. “The heat comes from a summer storm in the isles. Very rare, they say,” he tells you with his mouth full.
“Who says?” You press. He always spoke as if he knew everything, and you had to challenge his aristocratic pride sometimes. Although, he was usually right about things.
“I overheard some fishermen.” He cited his source proudly. You smiled at him. As much as the boy drove both you and Dunk up the wall, one could never stay cross at him for long.
“Perhaps we need only become accustomed to the heat.” Duncan suggested. You glared at him.
“I sweated like a pig last night and drenched my sheets,” you spat, “tonight, I’ll have to sleep naked.”
Duncan blushed and looked into his ale. You knew that the idea would fluster him — he always hated when you said dirty things. It isn’t proper, he’d grumble. Isn’t proper because I’m a woman? You’d press. He was never able to give a definitive answer, but it didn’t even matter. It was the way he responded, face red, eyes wide, lips pursed in disgust. Part of you kept embarrassing him on purpose just to see his expression. It infuriated you; to him even the mere idea of your bare body was repulsive.
It really wasn’t his fault you were undesirable. Why would he have let you become his traveling companion otherwise? You offered no romantic opportunity for him, no sexual gratification, only practical use with chores and your keen navigation skills. Typically, you were able to control the gnawing feeling of humiliation and heartbreak, but after the events of yesterday, your fury had bubbled to the surface.
In the seaside town you three were stationed in, the diverse variety of travelers, common folk, merchants, and artisans made an exciting stop. The streets were filled with vendors with exotic wares, dancers from faraway lands, and the sparkling eyes of brothel workers. Music and colored tapestries seemed to paint a symphony of sight and sound in the tiled streets. It was an adventurer’s paradise — at first.
At the inn on the first eve, the musty heat had just begun to settle in the air. You had come down from your room to meet Duncan for an ale, as he’d made you promise. But upon descending the stairs into the bustling hum of the tavern, the unmistakable sight of your gentle giant stopped you in your tracks.
Over the slow, sensual music performed in a style you did not recognize, workers from the nearby brothel had been sent to entertain travelers. Many of these beautiful women — proportioned in a way you never would be, features resting like delicate jewels on their faces instead of your clunky mess of a mug — were leaned down close to their targets, silks brushing against bare skin, tempting and taunting. One of those silk women had moved upon Duncan.
Your Duncan.
The man whose wounds you cleaned, whose clothes you washed. Whose cloak always ended up over your body at night, whose eyes were the first thing you searched for in the cold mornings. He was stubborn, and he didn’t wash nearly enough as you wanted him to, and he ate up all your rations due to his unearthly size… but he was yours.
Or so you thought.
But watching him like this, so close to another woman, it struck you that despite such a domestic partnership, he would never really be yours to keep.
The girl’s hair swept close enough to touch his face and you wanted to be sick. You couldn’t see his face but one thing was certain in your mind; the expression he wore was nothing like the one you endured whenever you teased him. Rather, in your imagination, he gazed up at her in awe, those blue eyes unblinking instead of downturned.
You’d quickly spun around and bound back up the stairs. It wasn’t worth the risk to see that expression of lust. You had locked yourself in your room and cried into the pillows like a foolish child. The knowledge of your own stupidity just made the tears run hotter.
He’d likely forgotten all about the drink you planned to share, because Duncan never even mentioned your absence the following day. Probably too caught up in fucking the whore you’d seen him with. The whole meal that evening, you had been avoiding Duncan’s gaze, afraid that you would see an apology lingering in his eyes. Or worse, ignorance.
Egg finally dispelled the tension once again. “I sleep naked every night.”
“You do not,” Duncan argued, “you just spent your last coin on new nightclothes today.”
“Well, I won’t sleep naked anymore,” Egg smirked.
“Tonight we all will.” You moaned. The room felt heavy, stifling. Whether it was your pent-up emotions or the heat, you could no longer be sitting across from Duncan. You threw the handkerchief that he’d given to you back on the table and stood. The chair scraped loudly and a few people looked towards you curiously. Suddenly, you felt completely small. All of this anger towards Duncan, and none of it was his fault. You had been completely terrible to him all day because of your own unworthiness. He was the kindest, most honorable person you knew. It wasn’t his fault that you were completely in love with him — and it wasn’t his responsibility to love you in turn.
Tears had clouded your vision before you even knew they were coming.
“Goodnight,” you managed, sounding more like a toad than a lady. You stumbled away from the table and up towards your room. Heavy footsteps followed behind, but you slammed the door to your room before he could follow.
“Please open the door,” Duncan rasped from the other side. You said nothing, a fist in your mouth to stop the sobs. “I know something’s wrong, I’ve known all day.”
Of course he had.
You collected yourself. It took many minutes. Opening the door, you half-expected that he’d already be gone.
He wasn’t. His eyes drank in your face. Swollen lids, red eyes, puffy face — you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about your appearance anymore. It wasn’t worth it.
“Milady,” he said slowly. He never called you that. Then again, you’d never cried in front of him. “Can I come in?”
You nodded slightly and let him pass you. The rooms in the inn were small, with only a simple cot for a bedroll and a cast-iron fire. He stood by your bed as if expecting you to sit, so you did. Somehow, even with him looming over you, you didn’t feel so small anymore.
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t particularly think it involves you.”
“If it upsets you, it involves me,” his voice was frustrated. “We are companions.”
You gave him a sad smile. “Yes,” you whispered. “We are companions. Nothing more. So there are some problems you cannot aid me with.”
His brow furrowed. “Can I at least try?”
Your kind, gentle giant. It made your heart break a little more. Fresh tears threatened to fall, so you stood quickly and moved to stare into the fire. It was a poor attempt at hiding, and enabled Duncan to move in behind you. He didn’t touch you — he never touched you — but you could feel him there.
“I’m sorry,” you said, swallowing back your emotions. “I didn’t mean to get like this. I just…” you paused.
“Just what?” He urged. His heat behind you was too distracting, so you darted back around him and sat on the bed again.
“I got… jealous. Last night.”
He blinked. “What happened last night?”
What happened? You could slap him. “Don’t play coy. Did you forget we were meant to spend the evening drinking our money away? You clearly spent it well somewhere else.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said earnestly, “I thought you forgot about our date, or, you know, you didn’t want to hang out with me anymore.” He moved closer to you, kneeling slightly to meet your eye.
“I saw you.” You accused, eyes narrowing.
“Saw me what?” He leaned closer, challenging you.
“With… with the whore.” You hissed.
Usually, when you speak of improper things like whores, he brisks. This time, he merely searches your face, waiting for more, as if he thinks your accusation unfinished.
“It’s fine, it’s none of my business, just… don’t lie.” You continued, placating his silence.
Slowly, Duncan stood. He towered over you. The proximity suddenly made you squirm again and so you tried to scuttle off the bed and across the room once again. Duncan caught you halfway to the fireplace.
“What are you accusing me of, girl?” He asked, his voice low. “Dishonoring you?”
“Dishonoring me? I’m talking about you fucking a whore last night! You should feel dishonored.” You shouted, hand springing free from his grip to point at his face. “You’d never dishonor me, even if I begged you to.”
Perhaps you’d gone too far. The confusion had dissolved from his face and now you saw only softness. It made you drop your accusing finger to your side.
“You refer to the woman who tried to offer her services to me last night. Is that right?” He asked you. You nodded. “I declined. I was waiting for you for hours.”
“Why didn’t you come fetch me?” You asked quietly.
“I would never attempt to intrude upon a lady’s privacy. And… I would never dishonor you by laying with another woman.”
With those words, a few tears slipped down your cheeks. “I hate it when you say sweet things like that,” you admitted tearfully, swatting his hand away when he tried to dry your eyes, “and I hate when you dote on me like that.”
“What do you mean?” Duncan probed, his hands ghosting over your face without touching you.
“You won’t lay with another woman for your own honor but you would never lay with me. Am I truly so repulsive to you?”
He couldn’t help himself in that moment, allowing his shuddering hands to clasp around your head and bring it to his chest. His lips found the crown of your forehead beneath your hair and kissed it gently. It felt as natural as breathing to snake your arms around his body, the warmth suddenly not so bothersome.
Duncan pulls away only to kneel in front of you, pulling you to sit on one enormous thigh. “You’re right. I won’t lay with another woman because of my honor.” He kissed your brow, your cheekbone. “It would be dishonorable to betray the woman I love.”
You pulled back abruptly. “And you are referring to me?”
Duncan couldn’t hold in the laugh that escaped his lips. He looked away for the first time since you entered the room, and you were reminded of the bashful knight he usually was, not the emboldened lover.
“If… If I’m being honest, I’ve liked you since you shouted at me for polishing my sword wrong. The first time.”
That had been one of your earliest gripes with Duncan on the road.
This whole time…
“I don’t believe you yet,” confidence suddenly coursed through you at his admission, and you pressed your fingers into his stomach. “You must prove it to me.”
His eyes snapped back to yours, bright and sure. He wasted no time wrapping a large hand around your neck and leaning down to capture your lips in his. The first moment was clumsy, but then a rhythm was found in the chaos, and the kiss only ended when you both began to laugh.
“Gods, you’ve no idea how happy you’ve made me tonight,” Duncan pressed his forehead against yours and snuck another kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“I believe I do, Ser.” You retorted. His fingers brushed across your cheekbone and he grinned down at you with a humor you’d never seen in his eyes before.
“What you said earlier… Just know, if you begged me, I’d obey.”
a/n ~-~ hope you enjoyed! shoot me an ask/like/comment if i should make more! i'd even take requests <3 trying to get back into writing as a hobby
pairing. bf!ateez x reader
cw. none
notes. i'm so ateezpilled rn so pls enjoy this humble offering. still getting back into the groove of posting so bear with me <3 we will slowly but surely get back into zone!! credit to the og posters of these adorable babies btw! reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
💌 request: ‘could you make fake texts where reader asks if they can try something new in bed (can be anything really) via text because reader is too shy to ask in person?’
note: ask and you shall receive! i’m lowkey going through my inbox instead of studying for finals… anyway, requests are open.
warnings: suggestive. mentions of edging, face sitting, choking, overstimulation, restraints, whipped cream (?), slapping, and chokeholds. one playful mention of religion in seonghwa’s.
high sex drive!jeonghan who literally cannot keep his hands off of you. an innocent peck of a kiss suddenly escalates to a heavy makeout session with his hand wandering into your hair, or to your neck for a light squeeze that leaves your head spinning.
high sex drive!jeonghan who will always ask to bathe with you. as soon as you step foot into the warm bath water, he is pinning you with your back against his chest, your nipple in between his thumb and his finger as his other hand is stroking your inner thigh.
high sex drive!jeonghan who loves it when you top him. he is grinning ear to ear as you ride him, your hands clutching the headboard behind him. but!! absolutely does not care if your knees give out, tapping your thighs to get you moving again. “no breaks for my little brat.”
high sex drive!jeonghan who gets hard at the mere thought of you completing mundane tasks. you’re folding laundry on the couch? it would not take long before he had you pinned face down on your two-seater, ass up in the air with his cock buried deep inside of your pussy. you’re washing the dishes? he’s spreading open your cheeks and eating you out from the back!!
high sex drive!jeonghan who wants to hole inspect the second he gets home. he’d spread you open right there and then, at the entrance of your home. with a moan, he has his thumb pushing down on your cute little hole, watching your juices trickle out and coat his digit. “aigoo, i think your hole is too small for me baby - let me loosen you up a little”
high sex drive!jeonghan who wants to use your mouth anywhere at anytime. he wants you on your knees all the time really - because, guess what! he’s hard all the time! he’d pull you into the restaurant bathroom, with no care whatsoever on someone seeing you two. he’s lightly slapping his heavy cock on your cheek before gently prying open your mouth with his thumb hooked on your bottom lip.
a/n: i literally chose this pic and internally screamed bc wdym this mfer is a sexy menace AND a cute cinnamon roll?? 😫 also i’m accepting member requests rn heheh
bts headcannons of yn wanting to fuck at the movies?
a/n: These are my opinions bc idk these men irl, but I think this would be great if this were how they would be in irl lol
warnings: mdni, 18+, boyfriend! BTS, dirty talk, allude to fingering, allude to bj, allude to unprotected smut, these are hc, mentions of riding, etc.
wc: 1.5k+
[BE VERY AWARE, SMUT BELOW THE 'KEEP READING' TAG]
Namjoonie - When you tell him you want him, he blinks, processing your words as you stare at him with an amused grin. You two were in this theater alone, thankfully, he was smart to rent it privately, and you’re giving him a cute little tilt of your head as you pop another piece of popcorn in your mouth.
Namjoon’s eyes get caught on your glossy lips, and suddenly, he’d rather make a movie than watch one.
“Yeah?” He sounds almost breathless, the lights are lowering, and the room is encased in darkness that makes his eyes look almost black as they dilate with a newfound hunger.
“Yeah.”
That little word is all he needs to get you onto his lap. He faces you to him, forcing your back to the screen as the beginning of the movie sounds behind you. The vibrations of the speakers are loud enough to send a tingle through your body, but you really think it’s the fact that you can feel Joon’s cock hardening underneath you.
His big hands hold your hips, and his head tilts back as he looks at you, and the smile he gives you is nothing but breathtaking.
“Show me how much you want it.” His words are soft and firm, and the smack on your ass adds to the order he gives.
If you want him so badly, he’s going to let you take as much as you want, but you'll have to ride him and show him how much you really want him.
Jin - You try to be nonchalant when the lights dim in the theater, but Jin catches your hand reaching for his cock barely twenty minutes into the movie. He’s not mad about it; if anything, it amuses him to no end as you try to stay focused on the film playing on the screen while tracing your fingertips over his thigh.
He can’t help but sit farther back in his cushioned seat, his legs spreading wider just for you as he focuses on you more than the film. His cock grows harder with each second that passes, and your little act only makes him wonder just how far you'd go with people not too far from where you two sat in the theater.
When your hand finally finds the zipper of his jeans with the bulge underneath it, he is a little smug at the hitch in your breath. The twitch of your fingers tells him everything he needs to know.
He leans towards you, his voice low and steady as he tilts his hips up to your wanting hand. “Go on, don't be shy, my love, take what you want.”
Yoongi - Yoongi knew what you wanted immediately from the way you moved the armrest dividing your two seats up so you could cuddle closer to him.
The movie is only ten minutes in, and your leg is hooked over his, both of you reclined in the far back of the movie theater. And truthfully, Yoongi doesn’t know if you’re watching a romantic comedy or an action film, because he’s too busy sliding his hand up your inner thigh to care.
When you don’t stop him, his lips curve up into a smug grin, and he can’t help but lean in, whispering in your ear. “Such a needy thing,” before his fingers feel just how needy you truly are.
You had been wanting him since the minute he picked you up for this date; work had made it difficult to see your boyfriend recently, and you’ve missed him so much that you were just about ready to jump his bones in this very room.
But no worries, Yoongi will take good care of you. “Watch the film, my love.” It’s his only order as he moves your panties to the side, gathering your sweet slick onto his fingertips.
You weren't the only one who was needy because of the time apart.
Hobi - Hobi is bold enough to give you exactly what you want when you start pawing at him. His smirk is playful and teasing. And when you give him that look, he can't resist it. You’ve been giving him eyes ever since he drove you to this theater, and he wasn’t one to shy away from doing something risque.
The minute the lights dim and the room is cloaked in darkness, the movie begins, and he’s pulling you onto his lap. He’s thankful that the few couples in this place are seated more in the front of the theater, and he got you all to himself in the far back.
He uses the dark room to his advantage, his lithe fingers freeing his cock with ease as he murmurs softly in your ear, “gotta be quiet, Baby.”
Normally, he’d play with you, use his fingers and tongue to get you ready for his cock, but when you’re needy like this, he just lets you take what you want. Lets you feel the big stretch of his cock sinking into your pretty pussy as you sit on his lap.
But then he keeps you there, placing slow kisses along your neck with a smug grin. “Keep me warm for the whole movie, and I’ll give you a good reward, give you what you need.”
Jimin - Jimin is like Hobi; he isn’t shy and is more than willing to try something new with you. If you want to fuck, all you need to do is ask.
He has you on his lap in mere minutes. Your back is to his chest, forcing you to face the screen with him as you sink onto his pretty cock in one full motion. He doesn’t even care if the room isn’t fully dark; he knows no one will see the way your mouth drops open as his tip kisses your cervix in greeting.
No, only he gets to see the pretty faces you make when he gives you exactly what you want.
And he doesn’t care if you aren’t quiet either, your pretty pussy feels too good wrapped around him, and he can’t help but coo, his fingers slipping between your trembling thighs as he finds your clit with ease.
“This is what you wanted, right?” His other hand rests on your hip, his eyes flickering from the movie to you as you flutter around him restlessly. “Go on then, ride me.”
Taehyung - A few touches from you and a whisper in his ear is all it takes for Taehyung to give you what you want.
He grabs your hand, and the thirty minutes into the film you two are watching, it suddenly becomes not as important as it was to get you alone. It might be a little cliché that he can’t wait long enough to get you home alone, but he’s nothing but a provider in the end of the day.
That’s why he’s got you in the big bathroom cubicle, the lock slid in place, keeping the door shut, and your leg over his hip as he kisses down your neck feverishly.
He knows that anyone could come, and he knows just how much the thought of someone seeing two pairs of shoes in one stall would have your mind reeling, and your pussy dripping for him more.
His hands move with expertise, pawing at your ass, and keeping you against him so you can feel just how much he wants this as you do. His hips are rubbing up against you as he nips at your earlobe with a cocky grin.
“Be good and stay quiet, don’t want anyone knowing what I’m doing to you, Baby.”
Jungkook - Jungkook wants to fuck just as much as you do, and he’s the one initiating the whole thing when he realizes you're just as needy for him as he is for you.
He’s got his hand on your knee before the movie previews even started, his body half turned towards you as he leans in close. He’s asking if this is okay, and the whole time, it’s his hand going up your thigh, getting warmer the higher he goes.
He thinks you’ll ask him to follow you into the bathroom, hoping a stall will be vacant and he can ask you to be quiet for him as he fucks you against the wall. Or, that you'll let him take you back to his car, the idea of you in the backseat with him, forcing you both to miss out on the movie, is enough to get his cock twitching in his jeans. But nothing prepares him for when you get on your knees.
The theater is dark, and hardly anyone is here, but his heart still leaps, threatening to jump from his chest as he sees you kneel between his legs. He gets out a little, “oh fuck-“ before he’s desperately unzipping his jeans, shoving them low enough to free his aching cock.
His eyes are all wide and round, watching you ardently. You're staring at his cock with a hunger that might make him cum too early because the thought of you sucking his cock in the open has his eyes already rolling to the back of his head and a low groan coming from his chest.
Fuck, he's not going to remember what you two even came to watch, let alone his name, if you have any say in it.
summary: your periods are never easy to deal with, but luckily jiyong is always there to help you through them
warnings: mention/description of periods, physical symptoms (nausea and cramps), and tooth rotting fluff!
a/n: this is lowkey doodoo but i just wanted to crank something out while i had some motivation to write. also this may or may not be just a tad bit self indulgent so it’s not proofread!
You were sure this was what hell must feel like.
You had woken up from your deep slumber to a sensation that you had grown to hate and knew that you would be in for a world of pain today.
It was currently the second day of your period and you felt like you were one step closer to deaths door with each passing second. Between the unbearable pain residing in your abdomen and the nausea that came with it, it was a fair assessment to make. Your periods hadn't always been this bad up until a few years ago. The once dull aches you had taken for granted all those years ago were now replaced with sharp and intense stabbing pains. In short, your insides were trying to become your outsides. More often than not, you would be writhing in pain from how painful your cramps were. Today was no exception. Despite this, you wanted to at least try to get some more sleep before you had to go into work later in the morning. However, no matter many times you rolled over in an attempt to make yourself comfortable, you were unable to fall into a deep sleep.
At this point, you had given up and resorted to curling up into a ball as you clutched your stomach and could only pray for the pain to subside sooner rather than later. Unfortunately, you weren't prepared for the next sharp pain that would soon hit you like a pile of bricks. Before you knew it, you were writhing in pain once more. You had begun to sweat and shake uncontrollably against your own will, which only made what you were feeling even more intense. At this point, you had started panting out of agony with no signs of stopping anytime soon. Sure, you had terrible stomach cramps before, but this felt like a torture ritual. You just wanted it to stop.
Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriends' eyes had slowly started to flutter open as a result of him being a moderately light sleeper and because of how restless you were. You were only alerted to him being awake when he let out a light grumble out of nowhere. As he reached his arms out to wrap them around your waist, he was more than just a little confused when you were out of his reach after spooning one another almost all night long.
With each passing second, his beautiful brown eyes started to get adjusted to the golden light that was peeking through the curtains in your guys' room. As they finally adjusted enough to see you curled up in a ball like one of his cats, he slowly sat up until he was now leaning over you with a look of concern on his face.
"What's wrong, jagiya?" he asked softly but also with a tinge of concern.
"It hurts Ji..." you said with a shaky voice as you clutched at your stomach harder.
That's when it hit him. You were on the second day of your period.
How could he forget? He knew how bad your periods could get, especially when it came to your cramps. He had seen you in this state many times before and yet it still made his heart drop every single time. He hated seeing you in so much pain especially knowing that he could only do so much to ease your pain. All he knew is that you needed him right now.
"Hey hey...it's gonna be okay, I promise," he says as he begins to rub gentle circles on your stomach with his fingers in an attempt to ease some of your pain.
"I-I'm sorry for waking you up, Ji..." you say, your voice now trembling with guilt.
"You have nothing to be sorry for baby. I'm gonna be here for you every step of the way," Jiyong reassures you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."
With that, he gets off the bed and heads straight to the bathroom. Shortly after doing so, you can hear the faint sound of the water running in the bathtub along with his footsteps moving across the marble floor. A few more minutes pass by before the water stops flowing to which he finally comes back to the bedroom and walks over to your side of the bed.
"Alright, I just finished drawing up the bathtub for you, aein," Jiyong says softly.
"I don't know if I can get up," you say knowing how bad your cramps flare up when you try moving.
"Well luckily for you, you have a doting boyfriend right here that's willing to carry you," he says with a chuckle.
Before you can even respond to his words, he scoops you up into his arms like it was nothing and carries you into the bathroom, making sure you land swiftly on your feet.
"Arms up f'me..." he says ever so softly. You follow his instructions and before you know it, he peels your sweater off of you before letting it hit the floor. The rest of your clothes meet the same fate before it's time for you to get in the bathtub. And of course, with Jiyong being Jiyong, he makes sure you get into the tub safely.
As soon as your skin makes contact with the rather warm water, you let out a sigh of relief and comfort. This was exactly what you needed and Ji knew that.
"Is the water too cold or too hot?" he asks, making sure everything was perfect for a perfect girl like you.
"It's just right, but thank you for asking anyways," you say with a smile.
"Ya! There's that smile I love so much," Jiyong says with that infamous toothy grin of his.
"All because of you, silly," you say jokingly.
"Don't start thanking me yet, baby. You haven't seen anything yet," he warns with no malice intent behind his words but rather an intent to fulfill a promise he had made to both himself and you. He presses a soft kiss to your lips to which you lean into. It's neither a hungry nor greedy kiss, but rather a kiss filled with soft passion and promises. Between the warm water and the kiss, you can feel your troubles float away with each passing second. It felt like you guys were the only two people left on earth and you wanted it to stay that way forever.
A few seconds pass before he pulls away from the kiss, earning a half faux frown from you. "What'd you do that for?" you ask him.
"These errands aren't gonna run themselves, sweetheart," Jiyong says with a grin on his face. "I'll be right back I promise. You just stay here and relax, okay?"
"Okay Ji," you say with a faint smile.
"Atta girl. I'll be back before you know it, pretty girl," he replies before inching back towards you and kissing you once more on your cheek.
"Sounds like a plan," you giggle.
And with that, he was off to run errands like it was his full time job.
It had been about 20 or so minutes since Jiyong left the apartment by now. The bath he had started for you did wonders for your achy muscles and stomach pain, which was more than you could've asked for from the universe. There were however some dull pains that resided in your abdomen, but if it was between that and unbearable pain, you would gladly take this dull pain any day. Your eyes were now closed, trying to make the most out of the bath before the water got cold or before Jiyong returned home--whichever came first.
You were too lost in your own little world to even register the sound of the front door opening and shutting within a matter of seconds. You didn't even register the sound of footsteps making their way toward the bathroom until Jiyong opened the bathroom door. Your head jerked up in response and locked eyes with Jiyong as he was standing there while holding various articles of clothing in his hands.
"Hey there beautiful," he says with the most adorable smile plastered on his face as he looked at you with lovesick eyes.
"Hey," you said softly as you reciprocated the smile he gave you.
"How're you feeling?" Jiyong asks.
"I'm feeling a lot better, but my cramps are still there," you reply.
"Do you want to stay in the bath for a bit longer then?" Jiyong asks intuitively.
"I think this bath has worked all the miracles it can for one day. Besides, the water is kinda cold now and I don't want to look like a prune," you joke with a stifled laugh.
"Well prune or not, I still love you," he says with a stupid cheeky grin on his face. He was enjoying this too much.
"You're such a dork Kwon Jiyong," you say with a faux scoff.
"Yeah, but I'm your dork," he chides playfully before setting the clothes aside on the bathroom counter. "Now let's get you out of here, jagi."
Before you could respond to his playful banter once more, he slowly puts one of his hands forward while the other rests on your shoulder blade. You reach for his hand before enveloping it entirely with your own and slowly get up with the support of his hand on your back.
"I got you...I got you," he coos reassuringly. Once you're fully standing up in the bathtub, he makes sure to assist you even more on the way out in order to avoid the possibility of having you fall down in any way, shape, or form.
"You okay?" he asks with a concerned look in his eyes at to which you nod. "Okay just checking," he says before exhaling out of relief. "Lemme get a towel."
Jiyong walks over to the rack of towels and picks up the fluffiest towel he can find for you before securely wrapping it around your frame and kisses your neck in the same breath. You can't help but adoringly look into his eyes like it was nothing. This was a man who had gone above and beyond for you without any hesitation and would do it time and time again. The thought of it alone was enough to make you question what you had done in this life or a previous life to deserve a man like this. A man who put you first. A man who looked at you like you hung the stars themselves. That was the final straw. Before you know it, you can start to feel the tears spilling from your eyes, a silent sob escaping your lips.
Of course, Jiyong is attentive enough to notice the tears streaming down your face which is enough for him to grow worried. "Hey hey hey...what's wrong, jagi?" he asks as he wipes your tears with the pads of his fingers.
"'S nothing...just my stupid hormones," you say in an attempt to hide the real nature of his tears, but you knew that Jiyong would see through it. He knew you too well.
"They're anything but stupid. They're natural to have. Just tell me what's on your mind, sweetheart. I pinky promise I won't judge," he says in a soft tone. You let out a shaky exhale at his words, hoping you wouldn't make a fool of yourself in front of the man you loved.
"I-I just don't know what I did to deserve you, Ji. You've always taken such good care of me and I can't help but feel guilty about it sometimes," you admit.
"Jagi, you have nothing to feel guilty about, okay? Not with me. I take care of you because I want to. You've given me the world and I can't thank you enough for that, which is why I want to make sure you know how much I love you every day for the rest of our lives," Jiyong says in the gentlest tone possible.
Somehow, his words seem to shake something inside your heart and you can't help but shed even more tears in the process. Without hesitation, Jiyong wraps his arms around you to envelope you in a warm hug you didn't know you needed until now. Your head is now buried in the crook of his neck as you silently sob against his body, which he can feel. He takes the opportunity to move one of his hands to your head, now rubbing it in an attempt to soothe you.
"I love you so much, Ji," you manage to croak.
"I love you more jagi...more than you'll ever know," Jiyong coos.
The two of you stay in the moment for a while longer before you finally unbury your head from his neck, hesitating to look at him with tear stains adorning your face.
"Look at me sweetie," Jiyong says with no authoritative tone in his voice but rather wrapped in warmth. You slowly lift your head up and meet his pure gaze. "I meant every word I said and always will. You have me forever."
"You're not supposed to make me cry again, dork," you say as you playfully hit his shoulder and let out a weak but lighthearted chuckle.
"I missed hearing your laugh," he admits with a smile.
"Take that up with the universe when it decided to give me cramps from hell," you joke back.
"Maybe I will later, but right now let's focus on getting you dressed so you can see the surprise waiting for you," he says mischeviously.
"You're a man of many wonders, Kwon Jiyong," you say with a laugh.
"Damn right and don't you forget it."
A few minutes had passed by and now you were fully dressed in the comfiest clothes known to man--courtesy of Jiyong's closet, of course. He let you wear your favorite hoodie of his that you had stolen on countless occasions along with a pair of fresh underwear that had been donned as your go-to period panties. To top it all off, he even lent you a pair of his baggiest sweats that swallowed you whole, but you couldn't complain about it knowing how bloated your period made you.
There was still one more surprise waiting for you on the bed, but of course Jiyong had to go over the top with it all and made you swear that you would let him walk you to the bedroom with his hands over your eyes, which you gave into after his countless protests. You would be lying if you said you didn't find it cute in the slightest.
As promised, you let him slowly lead you over to the bed, the anticipation growing rapidly. What could he possibly have done now that required this much build up?
"Alright jagi, you ready to see?" Jiyong asks you out of curiosity which earns an eager nod from you.
"Okay...you can open them," he says before uncovering your eyes with his hands and waits for your eyes to flutter open.
Upon his approval, you open your eyes and are met with a basket that is filled to the brim with an assortment of items. You take a second to survey what's inside which is what makes your heart swell shortly after. Inside the basket were all of your favorite things along with some miscellaneous 'just because' gifts--your favorite chocolate, chips, aspirin, a cute cat stuffed animal, and a card attached to the front of the basket. You named it, it was there.
And just like that, you felt your heartstrings tighten all while tears were threatening to escape your eyes once more. Not only did he remember all of your favorite things, but he also took the time and put in the effort to curate such a thoughtful gift that would make you feel better in more ways than one. He did all of that without you asking. Between the bath he ran you earlier and the gift basket that he had just surprised you with, it was enough to make your hormones go into overdrive again.
"So what do you think, jagi?" he asks.
You don't answer him right away. You're still in awe, disbelief, and most of all? An emotional wreck. You try to regain any sense of composure, but it's useless when all of your emotions are betraying you in the process. Slowly but surely, you turn to face him.
"I think I have a boyfriend who likes seeing me cry," you let out before tears prick your eyes.
"So I assume you like it?" he inquires as a joke.
"I don't just like it...I love it, you idiot," you say.
"I'm glad to hear it, jagi. I just hate seeing you in pain and I wanted to help you in any way I could," he says before wiping your tears away, almost feeling guilty.
"Just being with you is enough to make my pain go away, Ji. You always know how to make me feel better without even meaning to," you say ever so softly.
"You're my everything which is why I want to make sure I give you everything," Jiyong says.
"You have. You've given me everything and more," you say, your voice full of conviction.
"Like I said earlier, I'll make it my life's goal to make you happy every single day," he reassures you.
"Does that mean we can watch some Netflix then?" you ask him with a childlike smile, knowing that it was his weakness.
"Will that make my girl happy?" Jiyong teases.
"Very," you respond half-jokingly.
Out of nowhere, he picks you up and sets you down on the bed before settling into bed as well. He reaches for the tv remote on the nightstand before turning it on and opening Netflix. "Anything that makes my girl happy makes me happy," he says before pressing a kiss to your lips. "Pick your poison"
"Hmmm...let's go for One Piece," you say.
"I knew I loved you for a reason, jagi," Jiyong says with a toothy smile, no ill intent behind his words. "C'mere," he says in an attempt to pull you closer to him. You let out a giggle and scooted closer to him. Before you knew it, he wrapped his arm around the back of your neck and leaned into you like a sloth would with a tree while his free hand was being used to click the 'play' button on the remote.
Within seconds, the sound of the One Piece theme song filled the room and time seemed to slow down. There was no outside world as far as the two of you were concerned. Everything you guys needed was right here: cozy blankets, snacks, and most importantly--each other.
It was safe to say that both of you were exactly where you wanted to be and nothing would ever change that.
> summary: Jungkook, a panther hybrid, with anger issues runs into a cat hybrid who, against all odds and without trouble, cuts his claws down to size.
> panther hybrid!Jungkook x cat hybrid!f.reader
> hybrid!AU, S2L
> rating: 18+ ⚠️ mature and explicit content
> wc: 6.6k
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“‘S nothing.”
Jungkook sits on the counter of his kitchen, staring at the shredded remains of his curtains like they’ve personally offended him. Which, to be fair, they probably have. They’re too floaty, too white, too… delicate. Namjoon picked them out ages ago, saying they’d “brighten the place up”. Jungkook’s claws have had other ideas.
There’s a pile of fabric strips on the floor, another casualty in his ongoing war against… well, everything. It’s not just the curtains, though. The wall behind the sofa’s got claw marks gouged into it, his sofa’s a disaster of stuffing and fabric, and let’s not even get started on the dining table. That poor thing never stood a chance.
“Right,” Namjoon sighs from the doorway, coat still on and arms crossed like some disapproving school teacher. “What do you call this, then?”
Jungkook doesn’t bother answering this time. He’s too busy ignoring him, staring hard at the floor like it might suddenly open up and swallow him whole. A nice hole in the ground might actually solve a few problems, now that he thinks about it.
Namjoon doesn’t leave, of course. He just leans against the wall beside the damaged rag, sighing in that way he does when he thinks he’s about to say something profound. “You can’t keep doing this.”
“Doing what?” Jungkook snaps, head jerking up to glare at him. His tail twitches against the counter, betraying the irritation radiation off his very being. “Existing? Don’t worry, I’m working on it.”
Namjoon’s face falls, which is somehow worse than the disapproval. Jungkook hates when he looks at him like that, all older-brother sympathy and “I know what’s best for you” vibes.
“You’re not gonna find a mate if you act like a feral alley cat.”
Jungkook snorts, leaning back on his hands. “As if you’d know.”
“I do know,” Namjoon counters, like he’s just been waiting for that line. “I’ve been with my mate for years. You think she’d have stuck around if I’d been shredding the furniture every time I got annoyed?”
“Maybe.”
Namjoon gives him a flat look. “Look, I get it. You’re frustrated. You’re lonely. But this,” he waves vaguely at the destruction like it’s all just one big disaster “this isn’t helping you. You’ve got to figure something out.”
Jungkook knows Namjoon’s right, and that’s the most annoying part of it. He is frustrated. His skin itches all the time, his claws feel like they’re too sharp for his own body, and he’s constantly on edge. Growling at strangers, snapping at anyone who gets too close, it’s all instinct now. And he’s sick of it.
Sick of waking up in an empty bed, with no one to press against when his tail curls around his own leg for comfort. Sick of walking past couples on the street and pretending he doesn’t feel like biting something out of sheer jealousy.
Still, he can’t bring himself to say all that. Not to Namjoon, anyway.
“You’re so fucking smug, you know that?” Jungkook mutters instead, looking away.
Namjoon doesn’t even deny it. “Smug or not, I’m right. You need help.”
“I don’t need help.”
“You do.” Namjoon crosses the room, dropping next to him. Jungkook tenses automatically, but Namjoon doesn’t push. Just sits there, calm like he’s trying to prove a point Jungkook’s unable to see.
“I found someone for you to talk to. A hybrid therapist. He’s good. Works with panther hybrids like you.”
Jungkook bristles, turning to glare at him again. “You’ve been telling people I’m mental?”
“No,” Namjoon deadpans. “I’ve been telling people you’re a stubborn git who doesn’t know how to ask for help.”
That earns him a low growl, but Namjoon doesn’t care. He never does. “Look, all I’m saying is you don’t have to keep doing this on your own. There are people who can help. You don’t have to see him if you don’t want to, but I think you should.”
Jungkook’s quiet for a long time after that, staring down at his hands. His claws are out again, gleaming in the daylight filtering though his shredded curtains. He wants to dig them into something, but there’s nothing left in the flat that hasn’t already been destroyed.
It’s not like he doesn’t know he’s got issues. He’s not stupid. But admitting it out loud feels like giving up, like letting everyone else win. Still, the idea of someone understanding what he’s dealing with… it’s tempting. More tempting than he’d like to admit.
Namjoon doesn’t push him, just lets the silence settle until it’s unbearable, until Jungkook caves.
“Fine,” Jungkook mutters eventually, the word bitter on his tongue. “I’ll go. Once.”
Namjoon’s smile is small but victorious, and Jungkook immediately regrets saying anything. “That’s all I’m asking,” he pats him on the back.
Jungkook growls low in his throat again, but Namjoon just laughs, already on his way out the door.
“Proud of you, Kookie,” he calls over his shoulder, and Jungkook swears under his breath, hating this nickname to no ends.
“Asshole,” he mutters, a dull sort of resignation crawling through his insides, like he already knows this is going to be a nightmare.
Still, as he stares at the wreckage of his flat, he wonders if Namjoon’s truly right this time.
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Namjoon wasn’t right.
Jungkook slouches in the too-small chair, arms crossed tightly over his buffed-out chest, tail flicking with absolute irritation. The claws of one hand tap against the armrest beside him, an aggravated click click click that makes the snow owl hybrid perched opposite him raise a single, unimpressed eyebrow.
This is hell. He’s decided that’s where he is, hell, specifically designed for panther hybrids who don’t know how to behave. The small office is too stuffy for his liking, and Dr. Min Yoongi’s wide stupid eyes never blink, which is doing nothing for Jungkook’s nerves. What kind of therapist stares you down like they’re trying to out-brood you?
Dr. Min hasn’t said much yet, just the usual introductions and a few polite questions about Jungkook’s life that Jungkook hasn’t bothered answering properly. He doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want to talk. And he definitely doesn’t want some fucking owl hybrid poking around in his head too.
“This hostility,” Dr. Min says finally with his stupid slow and calm voice, like he’s got all the time in the world. “Do you ever stop to think where it comes from?”
Jungkook snorts, leaning back in the chair even more with a huff and a sneer. “Why don’t you tell me, Doctor?” His voice drips sarcasm, and his claws tap faster on the armrest, though he hopes the owl doesn’t notice. “Aren’t you supposed to have all the answers?”
Dr. Min tilts his head, feathers ruffling slightly in what Jungkook guesses might be owl irritation. “I don’t have the answers. I just help you find them yourself. But I can tell you one thing: it’s not everyone else who’s the problem.”
That gets under Jungkook’s fur immediately. He leans forward, glaring at the owl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means,” Dr. Min says, entirely too casually for Jungkook’s liking, “that you’re spending a lot of energy being angry at the world when maybe the problem starts a bit closer to home.”
“Piss off,” Jungkook snaps, his tail whipping uncontrollably against the chair.
Though Dr. Min doesn’t flinch. Of course, he doesn’t. Snow owls probably don’t flinch at anything. He just blinks slowly and sets his clipboard down.
“You can keep deflecting all you want,” he leans back in his chair with an irritating air of calm, “but it’s not going to make things better for you. Or for anyone else around you.”
Jungkook growls low in his throat, claws digging into the armrests now. “You don’t know a fucking thing about me.”
“I know enough,” Dr. Min muses, no, taunts for Jungkook to say otherwise. “I know you’re angry all the time. I know it’s not working out for you. And I know you came here because you’re tired of it, even if you won’t admit it.”
Jungkook opens his mouth to argue, but the words stick in his throat. He is tired. Exhausted, even. But hearing it said out loud makes him feel vulnerable, and vulnerability is just about the last thing he wants right now.
Thankfully, Dr. Min doesn’t press. He just watches, his head cocked to one side as if he’s studying some particularly complex puzzle. “Tell me, Jungkook, what do you want to get out of this?”
“To leave,” Jungkook fires back instantly.
Dr. Min hums, like that’s about what he expected. “Alright. And then what? Go back to your flat, shred some more curtains? Snap at your brother? Growl at strangers on the street?”
Jungkook bristles. “That’s not—”
“Not what? Not the truth? Because from where I’m sitting, that’s exactly what you’re doing. And it’s not solving anything, is it?”
Jungkook falls silent, his jaw tight and his claws digging deeper into the armrests, seconds from piercing the poor wood.
“Look,” Dr. Min sighs after a moment. “This isn’t about blame. It’s not about you being a bad person or a bad hybrid or any of that bullock. It’s about figuring out why you feel the way you do and finding ways to make it better. That’s it.”
Jungkook glares at him, but he doesn’t have a snappy comeback this time.
“You don’t have to like me,” Dr. Min continues, “and you don’t even have to like this process. But you do have to try. Otherwise, you’re just wasting your time. And mine.”
That rankles more than it should. Wasting time? Like Jungkook doesn’t already know he’s been wasting time for years?
“I’m not—” he starts, but Dr. Min cuts him off again.
“I’m going to prescribe you an aggression management program,” he pulls a form out of his clipboard. “It’s a program at a hybrid clinic. You’ll work through your anger, learn some coping mechanisms. I think it’ll help.”
Jungkook’s hackles rise immediately. “You think what? No way.”
“It’s not a punishment,” Dr. Min holds up a hand to forestall the argument he can see brewing. “It’s a resource. You don’t have to do it forever, but I need you to try it. Commit to the first session. That’s all.”
“You’re having a laugh,” he growls, standing up abruptly. “I don’t need some clinic full of strangers telling me how to ‘cope’.” He practically spits the last word.
Though Dr. Min doesn’t react, just scribbles something on the form and tears it off, holding it out calmly. “You don’t have to like it, but you do need it. Take this to the clinic. They’ll get you started.”
Jungkook doesn’t move to take the paper, just stands there frozen, bristling, and fuming, seconds from tearing this hellhole down. The audacity. Who does he think he is, telling Jungkook he’s got to go to some stupid program like a naughty schoolkid?
“If you don’t take it,” Dr. Min taunts, his voice maddeningly even, “I’ll just send it to your brother. And something tells me Namjoon will make sure you go.”
Jungkook’s growl deepens while his eyes turn into dangerous slits, but he snatches the paper out of the owl’s hand regardless before storming to the door, flipping his middle finger over his shoulder in farewell.
As he stalks down the corridor, the paper crumpled in his fist, his mind still races, spirals. The nerve of that guy. Sitting there all smug, handing out life advice like he’s got it all figured out. And what’s with prescribing some program after one meeting? Like he knows Jungkook at all?
His tail lashes behind him, and his claws itch to tear into something, preferably Dr. Min’s stupid, unflappable face. Though he doesn’t turn around.
“This is bullshit,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, cramming the paper into his pocket. He doesn’t need some clinic. He doesn’t need therapy. He just needs everyone to fuck off and leave him alone. For good.
But as he steps outside, his anger not the least tamed under the surface, a small, unwelcome voice in the back of his mind whispers: What if it actually helps?
Jungkook growls again, louder this time, startling some kids walking by while he shoves the thought away. No chance. Dr. Min’s got no fucking clue what he’s talking about.
And yet, as he walks home, the crumpled paper feels heavier in his pocket than it should.
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Yep, Jungkook hates this place, hated it the second he stepped into this forsaken shit hole of a clinic.
The walls are painted this weird pastel green, the air smells faintly of antiseptic, and the receptionist at the front desk had looked at him like she didn’t believe he’d made it this far without biting someone’s head off. She wasn’t wrong though, but it doesn’t mean she had to act like she knew it.
He’s again slouched in one of the too-small chairs in the waiting room, glaring at the ground. His sharp black ears twitch in irritation, catching every little sound, the receptionist tapping on her keyboard, the cheap buzzing light overhead, some fucking bird hybrid chirping on about “hEaLiNg tHrOuGh cOnNeCtIoN” in a pamphlet on the coffee table.
Jungkook’s tail flicks once, twice, then lashes against the leg of the chair. He’s ready to walk out, tear the door off its hinges, and forget this whole stupid idea ever came up.
Except he can’t. He’s promised Namjoon he’d give this a go.
Jungkook snorts like he so often does. As if Namjoon’s got room to talk. He’s been with his mate for years and doesn’t have to worry about stuff like this. Still, Jungkook knows he’s got to figure something out. He’s tired of being pissed off all the time. Tired of everything, tired of himself.
And that’s why he has to be here. Some “aggression management program” he really doesn’t want to be a part of but doesn’t have another option. Fucking Dr. Min.
He doesn’t even know what they’re going to do to him. He didn’t really listen to the receptionist beyond “spend the night with a companion”. Whatever that means.
The sound of a door opening jolts him out of his spiralling thoughts and he sits up, narrowing his amber eyes at the woman walking towards him, a staff member, by the looks of her, clipboard in hand and a neutral expression on her face.
“Jeon Jungkook?”
“That’s me,” he says with clipped voice. His ears pin back slightly, a reflex he doesn’t bother controlling.
“Right. Follow me, then.” She doesn’t flinch at his tone, just turns on her heel and starts down the corridor.
Jungkook rises to his feet with a grunt, his tall, muscular frame practically filling the hallway as he stalks after her. He can’t help but feel like this is some kind of trap. They’re probably going to put him in a padded room or something.
The woman stops outside a door, turning to face him. “Now, before you go in, I need to remind you, this is a controlled environment. Your companion has been trained to handle aggressive hybrids, but that doesn’t mean you can be reckless. Understood?”
He bares his teeth in what might pass as a smile, though it’s more of a grimace. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.”
She doesn’t look convinced but steps aside to let him through. Jungkook squares his shoulders, pushes the door open, and—
Oh~
The first thing he notices is the scent. Soft and warm, like freshly laundered blankets and a hint of magnolia. It wraps around him before his eyes even land on you.
And when they do… fucking hell.
You’re perched on the edge of a plush armchair, a white British shorthair with fur so soft-looking he almost wants to touch it straight away. Your fluffy tail swishes lazily over the armrest, and your round eyes, so wide and curious, lift to meet his.
You’re cute. Too cute. Jungkook feels his throat tighten. What is this?!
“Hello,” you greet with a voice that’s as soft as the rest of you.
He doesn’t respond right away, standing stiff in the doorway, his dark tail flicking behind him like a warning. But you’re not fazed. You tilt your head, offering a little smile that makes his heart twitch for the first time in his life.
“You can sit down, if you like,” you gesture to the other chair in the room.
He exhales through his nose, trying to shake the tension out of his shoulders as he moves to the chair. It’s awkward. He’s all muscle and sharp angles, and everything about you is so gentle.
Jungkook doesn’t know what he expected, but it wasn’t this. He’s meant to spend the night with you? What’s the point? You’re too small, too quiet, too…
Perfect, his brain supplies, unhelpfully.
“Are you nervous?” you pull him out of his thoughts.
His ears twitch, and he glares at you out of instinct, “What’s there to be nervous about?”
You shrug, your tail curling delicately around your own leg. “You just seem a bit tense.”
Tense. Right. That’s one way of putting it. He shifts in his seat, his claws flexing against the armrest.
“You don’t have to be,” you continue. Your voice is so calm, it’s like you don’t even notice how tightly wound he is. Or maybe you do, and you just don’t care. “I’m not here to judge you or anything. We’re just meant to spend time together. That’s all.”
He scoffs, though it comes out weaker than he intends. “And that’s supposed to fix me, yeah?”
“I don’t know about ‘fixing’,” you give a little shrug. “But it might help. You seem like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”
Jungkook bristles, because he doesn’t know what to do, but you’re not wrong. He just doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he just watches as you shift slightly in your seat, your tail uncurling and sweeping across the cushion.
It’s hypnotic, the way it moves. So white, thick, and fluffy, like it was made for wrapping around someone.
“You can talk to me, you know,” you try gently.
“I don’t talk,” he snaps, more out of habit than actual anger.
But you don’t flinch. You just watch him, those big eyes of yours soft and unbothered, as if you’ve seen it all before. And maybe you did.
“That’s okay. We don’t have to talk. We can just sit here.”
Jungkook frowns. Who are you, and why are you so… unbothered? It’s unnerving. And comforting. And annoying.
He doesn’t know how long the two of you sit in silence, but eventually, you stand up and stretch, your arms raising above your head, your tail flicking lazily behind you. Jungkook’s eyes catch on the movement, and he feels the tension in his own body start to ebb.
“I’ll come over here, then,” you murmur, padding over to his chair.
“Wait, what’re you—”
But you’re already settling onto the armrest of his chair, close enough that he can feel the warmth radiating off you, breathe your scent in. Your tail brushes lightly against his arm, and Jungkook stiffens right back again.
“You don’t mind, do you?” you tilt your head to look at him, still so much smaller than him despite being elevated quite a bit.
He should mind. He should tell you to back off, though he can’t help but mutter defeatedly, “Do what you want.”
You smile, and it’s like the room gets as brighter as your fur. Then you do something that nearly makes his brain short-circuit.
You wrap your tail around his arm.
It’s the softest thing he’s ever felt, and he freezes, every instinct screaming at him to pull away or growl or do something. But he doesn’t. He just stares at the white fluff curling around his dark sleeve, his heart thudding out of his chest onto his thighs.
“There,” you coo softly. “Isn’t that nice?”
Nice? Nice doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s like every spike inside him has been sanded down at once. He doesn’t even realise he’s leaning back into the chair, his shoulders relaxing for the first time in… he can’t remember how long.
You keep talking, your voice a soothing balm to his racing mind and heart, but Jungkook’s barely able to listen. All he can think about is how good this feels. How you feel. How the growl that’s been simmering in his throat all day has died down to nothing.
After a while, he sneaks again a glance at you. You’re not looking at him, though. Just staring off into the middle distance like this is the most normal thing in the world, sitting on the arm of some massive panther hybrid’s chair like you haven’t got a care in the world.
“What happens then?” he asks suddenly, maybe a bit too gravelly. He doesn’t really mean to say it, but the words are out now. He’s not great with silence, never has been.
You turn your head and meet his gaze with those big, round eyes of yours. Again unbothered. Completely fucking unbothered by the size of him, the way his claws are tapping the arm of the chair like he’s seconds away from tearing through the padding. You’re not scared of him. He’s not sure how to feel about that.
“Whatever you need,” you shrug. “Cuddles, a chat, whatever helps.”
Jungkook blinks, caught off guard by the simplicity of it. “That it?” he mutters, shifting in his seat. His tail swishes again, knocking lightly against your side on accident and he instantly feels sorry. But again, you don’t even flinch. “That’s what you’re here for, then? Just… comfort?”
“Mmm.” You stretch your feet slightly, dangling a good distance from the floor. “That’s the job.”
His ears twitch. “So you do this with everyone?”
The words come out more jealous than he means them to, and he winces internally. He’s always got a fucking tone, even when he’s not trying to. But you don’t seem bothered. You tilt your head slightly, considering him, then shake it once.
“Nah,” you say casually. “Sleeping with‘em’s off limits.”
He stares at you, unblinking with his lips parted. You don’t elaborate, don’t explain, just leave it there like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. His tail has stopped moving too, his claws completely retracted, fingertips resting against the fabric of the chair. There’s something oddly reassuring about the way you said it, like it’s not even a question, not a possibility. And for some reason, that makes him feel so much better. Not that he’d ever say it out loud.
“Right,” he grumbles, leaning back in his seat. He keeps his arms crossed, though, just to give himself something to do. He’s not about to let you see how much your answer affects him. No chance.
Time passes slowly, the two of you existing in a semi-comfortable sort of quiet, but eventually, you hop down from the armrest and pad over to the bed, tail dancing gracefully behind you. Jungkook watches you go, pretending he’s not, especially when you climb onto the bed and settle in, stretching out like he wasn’t even there.
“You coming or what? It’s late.” you glance at him over your shoulder. Your tone is light, teasing, and it does make his throat dry up. He stands abruptly, shoving his hands into his pockets, and strides over to the bed like he’s got something to prove, though he doesn’t know what exactly.
Reluctantly, or rather clumsily, he climbs in, the mattress dipping under his massive weight, and lies stiffly on his back, nails digging into the duvet laying over you both. You’re beside him, close but not too close, and he’s hyperaware of every fucking inch of space between you. His tail flicks against the duvet and the mattress, restless as his mind is, and he starts to feel embarrassed for it.
“You’re still tense.”
“Not tense,” he squeaks out. It’s a lie, obviously. He’s never been good at this, the whole vulnerability thing, letting his guard down. But you just hum softly, like you know better, and he feels the bed shift slightly as you move closer.
Your hand brushes his arm, and he can’t help but to again freeze pathetically, as his tail stops flicking, lying still under the covers. You don’t say anything, just let your hand rest there, and slowly, so slowly it’s almost physically painful, he starts to relax again.
“You’re alright, you know,” you breathe softly. “You don’t have to keep your claws out all the time.”
He huffs out a breath, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “Easier said than done.”
“I know,” there’s something in your tone that makes him believe you. Like you really do get it. Like you’ve been there, done that.
Minutes pass, the quiet settling over you both. He’s not sure when it happens, but at some point, he shifts slightly, turning onto his side to face you. You’re close, so close he can see the soft rise and fall of your chest, the way your whiskers twitch slightly as you breathe. His eyes flicker to your lips, then back up to your eyes, and he clears his throat, suddenly too nervous for his own good.
“You’re my mate now,” he blurts out, the words rough and unpolished and oh-so embarrassing.
You blink, startled, and then, to his absolute horror, you laugh. Not a mean laugh, though. It’s soft, warm, almost affectionate, and it makes his ears flatten against his head, blush painting his cheeks as he nibbles on his lower lip.
“That’s how you ask someone?” you gasp through your laugh, a teasing lilt in your voice. “All gruff and demanding?”
“What’s wrong with that?” he mutters, defensive.
You shake your head, still smiling, and reach out to tap him lightly on the nose. He freezes, stunned by the casual intimacy of it.
“Try again. Nicely, this time.”
He swallows, the lump in his throat almost too much to bear, and nods once, takes a deep breath. He wants you as his mate, no doubt about it, though stating it too plainly again will surely push you away, and that’s the last thing Jungkook wants, what he needs.
“If… if you’d like, uh, if you’re okay with it, I’d love to be your mate?” It’s pathetically high-pitched, but dear Lord have mercy, he can’t screw this up now, not with his nerves all over the place.
You smile, a proper smile this time, and lean in close, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He’s so startled he doesn’t move at first, but then his body takes over, and he’s kissing you back, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head. It’s soft and slow and everything he didn’t know he needed.
When you pull back, you’re both a little breathless, and you reach out to grab the edge of the duvet, pulling it up over both your heads. “No cameras,” you murmur, and he can’t help the soft laugh that escapes him, feeling the corners of his eyes crinkle for the first time since his childhood.
Letting his big hands glide across your fur, Jungkook can’t help but capture your lips yet again, knowing that the taste of you has become his favourite after just one try.
“You’re not working here anymore,” he grumbles against your teeth, which are gracing his lower lip. But as soon as the words escape him, you halt, pull away, and narrow your eyes at him, something so out of character for you, yet it makes his blood rush just that bit faster through his veins.
“Pardon?” It’s not said angrily, though there’s a warning underneath the mellowness of your tone that makes him gulp.
He realises quickly that he needs to change his approach. Needs to get rid of the harsh, aggressive tone now. And if it means being a little pussy for you, then that’s exactly what he’s willing to do.
“Please stop working here. I can provide for you. I’ve got the money, I’ve got everything you need. Please.”
Your lip twitches and your body shifts closer to his, just a fraction, and he knows he’s said it the right way even before you open your mouth.
“Okay, I’d love that.”
If he were a stupid dog, his tail would have knocked the duvet clean off the bed by now. But instead, he starts to fucking purr, a sound that surprises him almost as much as it seems to surprise you. Your eyes widen, then soften, and your own purr begins, pulling both of you back into the bliss of tangled lips and hands leisurely exploring your clothed bodies.
“My pretty kitten,” Jungkook husks when your tiny canines nip at his throat. The devastatingly sweet moan you let out at his nickname makes his chest swell in ways he’s never felt before.
Not wanting to get caught on CCTV, you both opt to just slip out of your bottoms, hiding them under the pillows to avoid them landing on the open floor. Jungkook’s hands find their way to your thighs, squeezing and caressing up to your heat until he’s able to coat his fingers in your arousal.
He can’t process the delicate feel of your tiny hand wrapping around his massive cock, your dainty fingers struggling to even grip him properly. The sheer size of him leaves you working to pump him to full erection, while the scent and squelching sounds of your arousal fill his senses, utterly consuming every fibre of his being.
“Move in with me,” he blurts out, overwhelmed by emotions so beautiful he doesn’t know how to contain them.
Your answer comes with a sharp bite to his left pec. Even though he’s still wearing his shirt, the nip startles him slightly.
“Would you please move in with me, kitten?” he tries again, words more thoughtful this time.
“Of course, Kookie.” You purr against his lips now, draping a leg over his side and guiding his already leaking cock to your weeping entrance.
Under any other circumstances, someone calling him Kookie would drive him mad, he’d probably bite their head off. But with you? He loves it. Hell, if you called him a pussy, he’d happily fall to his knees and agree, Yes, he’s your pussy, and he’s fucking proud of it.
Your tight cunt fits him like a glove, sucking him in inch by inch as your hips roll against his. There’s no space left between you, no gap to measure. The whimpers and grunts falling from his lips are all he can muster, his mind utterly blank and for the first time, everything feels so right, so perfect, that it sends a different kind of adrenaline through him.
Everything Namjoon and Dr. Min ever said to him finally makes sense. Everything makes sense because of you. Because of your being, your beautiful soul, your kind and calm heart, your sweet moans, and your perfect cunt. Jungkook never believed in paradise before, but God, you’ve shown him it exists, and it’s named after you.
“Kookie, you’re so perfect,” you moan, your lips and tongue tangling and untangling with his over and over, recalibrating everything he once knew and trusted.
“Kitten…” His whine is embarrassingly submissive, but he doesn’t care. Not now. Not ever. In this primal state, you’re his guiding light, and he’ll follow you anywhere. No questions asked.
He tries to stay as silent as possible, moving just enough to keep the duvet from sliding off, but the feeling of your cunt clenching around him with every thrust drives him dangerously close to the edge. His breathing turns too laboured in the suffocating heat beneath, and when one of your hands slips between your bodies to massage his balls, his resolve crumbles.
“Don’t,” he rasps, head and eyes lolling back. He’s desperate to hold on just a little longer, but your sugary voice pushes him over the brink.
“It’s fine, Kookie,” you whisper, biting his lower lip and tugging at it before letting it snap back. “Cum for me, Kookie. Be a good boy for your kitten.”
And he is. He’s such a good boy when he lets go, his hips erratically driving against yours as his free hand claws into your ass, pulling you impossibly closer. He doesn’t even notice your orgasm arriving as quickly as his own until your walls spasm around him, milking every last rope of his release. He knows that after this night, after this nut, he’s a changed man.
“Good boy, Kookie.”
He’s going to make it right, somehow. He’s going to be good. For you. For himself. For everyone.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Later that same day, Jungkook’s pacing the flat like his tail’s on fire, which it might as well be given how much it’s lashing about. He’s got a broom in one hand, a bucket of soapy water in the other, and absolutely no clue where to start. The place looks… kind of better than it used to, but that’s not saying much. He’s scrubbed the claw marks out of the walls where he could, patched the worst of the holes with dodgy plaster, and thrown a blanket over the mangled sofa. But it’s still his flat. And his flat is a disaster. Literally.
He glances at the clock on the wall, then back at the battered door, his ears twitching nervously. You’re due any minute now, and he’s not ready. Not mentally, not emotionally, and definitely not domestically.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters to himself, scrubbing furiously at a smudge on the floor. “What was I thinking? Inviting her to this?”
He’s tried telling himself you won’t care, that you’re not the type to judge, but it doesn’t help. You’re a white British shorthair hybrid, graceful, elegant, put-together in ways Jungkook doesn’t even know how to be. He’s never met anyone like you before, and now you’re moving in. With him.
His claws flex instinctively, and he has to stop himself from raking them across the wall yet again. He needs to take deep breaths, no more damage. Not now, not ever again.
The intercom sings as if mocking him even further, startling Jungkook to the point where he nearly drops the broom.
“Shit,” he mutters repeatedly, chucking the cleaning supplies into the nearest cupboard where they definitely do not belong and hastily swiping his damp hands down his trousers.
He opens the door to find you standing there with a suitcase that barely would fit one of his shoes in one hand and a smile that could knock the last brain cells out of him.
“Hi,” you greet softly, tail curling behind you in a delicate arc.
Jungkook freezes for half a second, his brain scrambling to process how small you look compared to him, how soft your ears are, how fucking perfect you seem in his doorway. Then he remembers himself.
“Uh, hi,” he stammers, stepping aside awkwardly. “Come in. Sorry, it’s… yeah. Come in.”
And you do, taking a careful look around, and Jungkook’s stomach knots up even more. He can see your eyes flicking to the patched-up walls, the threadbare carpet, the uneven paint job. He feels like a kid getting his homework marked, and he hates everything of it.
“It’s not great,” he blurts out, his tail twitching nervously behind him, though barely lifted off the floor. “I mean, it’s better than it was, but it’s still…does it bother you?”
You turn to him, your head tilting upwards, and there’s that mesmerising smile again. “No, it doesn’t bother me. I’m sure you won’t be needing this outlet anymore now that I’m here.”
Jungkook blinks at you, his ears perking up. “What d’you mean?”
You shrug, setting your suitcase down gently. “All this.” You gesture vaguely at the room behind you. “I’m guessing it’s the sort of thing that happens when you don’t have someone to keep you steady. But you do now, right?”
For a moment, Jungkook doesn’t know what to say. His heart’s fluttering weirdly in his chest to the point where it hurts, and he’s half sure he’s forgotten how to breathe.
“Yeah,” he finally presses out. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
You smile again, and Jungkook feels like he’s just been handed a second chance at life he didn’t even know he wanted.
“Right,” he claps, clearing his throat and trying to sound normal. “Let’s get you settled, then.”
He picks up your suitcase, surprised by how light it is, and carries it to his bedroom, your room. It’s the only part of the flat he’s really proud of, the one place he’s managed to make look half-decent. There’s a fluffy throw on his bed now, soft pillows, and a little lamp with a warm glow he brought on the way home earlier this day. It’s not much, but it’s cosy.
You step inside, and your tail swishes as you take it all in. “It’s lovely,” you gush, and Jungkook feels a ridiculous swell of pride.
“I, uh, wanted it to be comfortable. Figured you’d like… soft things.”
You laugh softly, and it’s the kind of laugh that makes Jungkook’s ears twitch in a way he’s not used to but surely would not mind happening again and again. “You figured right,” you step forward, running your fingers over the throw.
Jungkook watches you fondly, dumbly in love, before gesturing back to the rest of the flat. “I’ll, uh, give you a tour, if you want.”
You follow him around as he points out the kitchen, the bathroom, the little living room. He tries to brush past the obvious flaws, the wobbly table, the poorly fixed cabinets, but you don’t seem to mind. You just nod along, your tail curling in that slow, content way that makes Jungkook feel like this really isn’t going to be a total disaster.
Once your suitcase is unpacked, you curl up on the sofa, your fluffy tail wrapping neatly around your legs while Jungkook can’t stop watching you, but equally unsure what to do with himself.
“You alright?” you ask, looking up at him with those big, soft eyes.
“Yeah,” he breathes quickly, dropping onto the armchair opposite. “Just… yeah.”
You giggle, making grabby hands his way which he can’t ignore, trotting over to you without a second thought. As soon as he’s sitting beside you, arm draped over your delicate shoulders, he feels himself start to loosen entirely again like last night, realising, that for once, he can just be.
“Thanks for this,” you beam at him, snuggling into his side, purring and kneading your tiny hands against his shirt.
Jungkook shrugs, trying to play it cool, even though he doesn’t know what you’re thanking him for. “It’s no big deal.”
But it is. It’s the biggest deal he’s ever had, and as he watches you being this content beside him, he knows you’ll be the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
summary: Sworn enemies, witches and vampires are no kind to each other. Forbidden yet mysterious tales bloom through the dark forest, they say one specific witch can make the minds of those change. However, one encounter with the Draculous Dhampyr named Min Yoongi puts everything at a cost when all you see is rooms suffocated and the sense of a lovers quarrel.
paring: vampire min yoongi x witch reader
warnings: 18+,gore, pheromones, heavy smut, biting, unprotected sex, big dick yoongi (ofc), forbidden love x desire, 1 year age gap (reader is 18, yoongi is 19)
note: thinking about vampire yoongi came into my mind and inspired me for this one so I hope you guys like it and this might HIGHKEY be my most favorite by far!! lol but this has been in the drafts since January so enjoys babes! <3
tags: @yoonmetogether
Witches like you weren’t the towns best.
Useless, messy, unwanted.
You weren’t the brightest witch but you had quality. You came from a family full of talented amazing witches but yet those genes didn’t pass to you unfortunately. Watching others be able to perfect spells was something you wished you could do, watching from windows stuck inside forced to practice every single day while you watched the world pass by. Little girls running around yards giggling, having fun, practicing spells with each other. Something you couldn’t have.
Growing up you had rules.
1. Always keep your distance from everyone.
2. No usage of your wand unless you’re told to or with family.
3. Practice spells until it was made exceptionally perfect.
The last rule replied to everyone in the town especially kids like you who dare not to listen.
4. KEEP OUT OF THE DARK FOREST.
You never knew why.
Stories were told and taught throughout the town. The mentions of it all gave everyone shivers yet you were still curious.
Vampires.
Blood-sucking killers who prey on the flesh and blood of fresh witches. Fest on the fears of witches who can’t help but freeze up seeing them, that’s what they liked. That’s what made them more enchanting, the more pull towards them the more they crave it all.
Yoongi’s been taught that his whole life. Make them fear you. Make them frightened.
As his father used to say, the key to becoming the predator is to become the prey. He’s heard all the terrors of the dark forest, he knows what horrors come from it but yet it never chased his mind on how no witch could be so brave yet stubbornly stupid as you.
Birthday’s were the best celebrations in the town as a young witch.
The older you get, you are chosen on the path you must succeed.
Excitement filled you as you woke up that morning. The smell of your favorite foods filled the house and the sounds of clattering and voices heard from downstairs. Getting up putting on your slippers you slip into the bathroom getting ready.
Humming to yourself all done you change into your attire and lastly sliding on your newly flats you purchased yourself. Your family didn’t have affordable money like others but you’ve still always been grateful plus working part time at the bakery paid off a lot. Fixing your hat in the mirror you grab your wand and tuck it inside the side of your cloth as you run downstairs.
Greeted with chaos you sigh happily as you walk towards your mother as she gives you a smile, kissing your cheek she gives you a tight hug as she whispers you a happy birthday before walking out the door in a hurry. Turning around the sound of wind zooms past you as you hold your breath seeing your brother running past you and an item in your hand. Opening it up you notice the shiny silver necklace with the charm of a black kitty on it. Smiling you put it on and smooth it out making sure it’s nice and neat across your collarbone, chuckling you turn towards the door leaving as you smile with your head up passing by your neighbors. Congratulations are whispered towards you every once in awhile making you feel a little embarrassed but thank you’s are heard from your mouth. Walking into the townsite you sigh in relief as you walk towards the bakery, soon as you walk in your meet with the scent of fresh bread.
A figure walks up you as soon as you walk in. Before you know it there’s a cake in front of you. Looking up in front of you, your best friends Hobi, Jimin and Tae are facing towards you with smiles on their faces. Covering your mouth you squeal as your eyes light up looking at the beautiful cake they’ve made you.
“We wanted to make a little something for you so you know we didn’t forget your birthday.” Jimin says as he smiles at you with hobi and taehyung at his side.
Smiling, you run to his side and give him a hug.
“You know we wrote the spelling so we deserve hugs too!” Hobi says as he looks at you and points to Tae next to him. Scoffing you give them both a hug, backing up you see the smiles on their faces as you make a quick wish and blow out the candles they’ve put up for you.
“We’ll save this for you later when you get back don’t worry, Jin’s been looking for you. He said something about an order he thinks you might be good for!” Tae says as he picks up the cake and places it in the fridge while Hobi and Jimin clean up the place.
Walking towards Jin’s office you hear his voice on the phone. Curious you lean your head towards the door to hear more clearer.
“I’ll send someone down there boss don’t worry, I’ll make sure they’ll take the safe route.”
Before you could lean your head back the doors flung open and your cheek meets the floor. Groaning you lift up your face as you see Jin holding his mouth before letting out a laugh you can hear all the way down the road. Grumbling you get up, brushing off your clothes and fixing your hat you clear your throat.
“Hobi said you wanted to see me about something, don’t think I was spying on you” you say as you avoid your eyes and look out towards his window. It faces right into the front of the dark forest, you feel the shivers already down your spine. It was almost like something or someone had their eyes on you. Turning your face towards Jin you see him holding his stomach while toning down his laughter as he clears his throat.
“Ah yes I do, I need someone to deliver these caters of foods and I know you aren’t busy and I know you’re the only responsible one out of those three in there.” Jin says
“Hey, I heard that hyung!”
“Wow, talk about being the towns best boss.”
“Actually im the 2nd responsible one hyung!”
Sighing you nod your head as you pick up the note Jin hands you as you look at it.
Victor Mansheld Castle
Nodding your head you give Jin a smile as you leave closing his door, heading to the fridge you see a crate with foods in it. Grabbing it, you grab your wand and make it scan the address so you won’t end up getting lost. Seeing it pop up you say bye to the boys and head out. Humming to yourself you look up at the sky seeing how bright it is, birds chirping, sun shining, kids outside playing together. It put a smile on your face.
Walking along the path you see along the path it leads towards a more darker path then usual. Turning around you see everyone’s heads turned towards you, the happy face and fun all turns into silence. Turning around you see what they’re all staring at.
DARK FOREST
20 MILES RADIAS
TURN BACK.
Fear took over you like it never before. The wind gushed hard and heavy as you continued to stand there. Taking a deep breath you take a step forward. It felt even quieter. Turning back the town was empty, your eyes darted around but you saw nothing. You saw eyes peak from windows in the corner of your eye, taking a deep breath you turn back facing the forest. It’s almost like you were about to fall through the sky, letting out a shaky breath you feel your legs move by itself.
Deep dark brown eyes follow your path.
He was watching you.
It felt like you were walking for miles. Out of breath and tired you decide to keep going on, a twig snaps behind you.
Stopping you turned around only to be met with nothing but silence. Fighting off the nervous feeling you continue your walk, this time you hear light steps coming from behind you. You walked faster praying it was nothing but maybe a little critter walking behind you as a guide.
“You lost pretty girl?”
Looking up your eyes are met with eyes you’ve never seen before. Deep Yellow eyes faced yours, you felt a shiver run down your spine as you feel yourself no longer breathing. Lowering your arm you reach for your wand slowly.
The next thing you see is your box of goods on the floor and the heavy body of a person right on top of you. The smell of toxins surround you making you feel sick almost. You feel your eyes look up at the person on top of you.
A vampire.
Before you knew it, teeth sunk into your palm and all you felt was pain. Blinking once you feel another presence near you, looking down at your palm you feel the fuzz hitting you hard, unable to open your eyes you let out a little cry for help. For anything, anyone to be there.
Blinking hazily twice you see another, but yet he’s ripping the unknown vampire off you. Groaning while holding your palm you let out a heave of air trying to breath, trees look blurry, the sky’s almost spinning, the last thing your eyes let you see is the shadow of your savior heading right towards you.
Letting out a suffocated gasp you watch with weary hooded dizzy eyes as the savior looks at you before sinking his fangs into your palm.
Darkness hits you like a light and all the words you hear are the ones you think are your last.
“Don’t die on me witchy.”
A gasp fills the air, your body emerges.
Gasping for air, you awaken with the surrounding of heat filled in the room. Breathing heavily you look down at your palm, bandages wrapped around it tightly. Running your fingers around it carefully you look up, seeing it’s just you by yourself you begin to get up. It feels too quiet for you.
A cup sits next to your bed, peering inside you notice that it’s still fresh and steaming hot.
Looking around you notice how dull it all is. No photos, no paintings, no life.
Huffing as you walk around you feel yourself taking off your hat as you feel a little hotter. Walking towards the only window in the room you look out, your focus lands on nothing but trees all over. Long tall trees. Scoffing to yourself you turn back around, you can yourself as you feel your body burning more up. Tearing off your shirt, you feel your forehead with the back of your palm, flinching you realize your burning up fast. Only left in a skirt and a corset you decide to make your way downstairs hoping to find some cooling there. Opening the door your met with a pair of eyes you’ve sworn you’ve seen before.
Deep dark brown eyes.
Familiar.
Your breath hitches as you make eye contact, expecting them to say something they don’t. You both stand there, you notice his clothes.
A simple t-shirt and a pair of pants.
Your eyes last much longer on something more.
His shirt consumed, all wet, could be from sweat or it could be from anything but the visible lines of those pair of abs really made you think so much more.
“Eyes up here witchy.”
Looking up your eyes met. A shy smile hits your face as you clear your throat itching your neck a few times. The voice speaks again.
“How’s your palm?”
Looking back at the unknown again you look down at your palm, the blood has slowed down but still stings, curious you speak.
“Who are you and what happened to my delivery and why did I magically appear in this room with no sign of living life in it.” you say as you look up at the unknown. He gives a sly smile as he watches you walk around.
“You seem so familiar-“
“Names Yoongi.”
He cuts you off before you could even open your mouth once more.
“Min Yoongi.”
Heat feels the room as you stare into his eyes, looking down at your wrist you look back up. His eyes falling onto it the same you did, the heat suffocating the room as you swore his eyes flashed red but yet he remained silent and calm. His eyes flickered to your lips.
“Y/n.”
“Why do I feel hot all of a sudden..”
“You’ve gotten bit doll, unfortunately for the both of us that vampire had been carrying heavy pheromones and decided choosing you as his prey would solve it all but my dumb self decided to get it out of your system unknowingly that it can’t without being helped with and its effects can be slightly unknown meaning into why we’re both experiencing this tension.”
His breathing pattern shortens into heavy slow motions as he watches the way your tongue glides on your lips. The sounds of your saliva coating triggers his calmness as his breath falters. Your hands moving side by side by your dress as you wipe your sweaty palms, breathe shallow as he hears the wetness of your gulping. He’s never been so in raptured like this before, it’s like his blood is surging through every source of him just to get him to touch at least one course of your body.
His eyes meet yours.
You gasp as he’s suddenly in front of your view, much much closer then before. Before you could stop yourself your hands lift towards his chest. You lay them there as the oxygen inside you stills for a minute allowing you to consume his scent.
“Your body’s getting hotter sweetheart, gotta act fast or it’ll keep hitting you.” the boy says in front of you causing you to let out a breath you never knew you were holding. You lick your lips, it almost feels too dry but yet you never leave your eyes from watching his as he watches your tongue spread out on your plump lips again.
“Killing me witchy.”
His lips crash onto yours within seconds as you feel the breath leave your mouth. Moaning softly you melt into the boy’s arms as his arms wrap around your waist pulling you closer. Sliding your hands towards his collar you grab the ends, ripping the shirt off you smash your lips hard hearing him groan. Yoongi roams his hands around your body as he squeezes your boobs groaning hard while he grabs your boob with the other hand rolling your nipple through your blouse. Moaning into his mouth you pull away heavy breathing while looking at him with hooded eyes, drunk and feeling like putty in his arms as he attaches his lips onto your neck, sucking and biting on skin making you moan even more. The heat intensifies more as you grip his shoulder biting your lip, sensitivity increases all over your body as you feel yourself getting wetter as he continues to suck your neck giving you marks. You feel your legs buckle underneath you as your back hits the bed, both of you tearing your clothes off fast without a worry in the world, you don’t know what this feeling is but it’s almost like it’s consumed you.
Yoongi’s eyes wander all over your body.
“You’re absolutely beautiful baby, fuck I knew my eyes didn’t deceive me of your gorgeous beauty.” He says as he looks up at you, smiling as he licks your neck letting out a sigh. His fangs linger slowly as he tries to hold himself, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into your luscious body as he breathes in your scent, whimpering he licks the corner of your ear. Whimpers leave your mouth as you raise your hips slightly biting your lip while breathing Yoongi’s scent.
“Patience baby. I’ve got you doll, hmm just relax for me.”
Nodding your head as if he sees you moan feeling him lick the tip of your ear. His soft kisses hit your skin slowly as you watch him drag his body towards your thighs. Spreading your legs open he takes a deep scent as he’s engulfed with the look at your aching wet sweet pussy. Watching him you whimper his name, his eyes flickering up towards yours as they flicker red. You bit your lip at his stare as you wrap your ankles around his head. Yoongi’s lips meet your cunt as he licks your clit while he wraps his arms around your thighs to stop you from closing your legs. You moan throwing your head back as you feel your body getting hotter from the man in between your legs engulfing you. Grabbing his hair you pull him closer towards your wetness as he begins slipping his tongue inside you. Gasping you let out a loud moan as you feel yoongi’s mouth on your pussy, nosies consuming the room with the loudness of your cunt as yoongi brings his face closer moaning into you as his face is covered in your glisten.
The room fills with noise of slurping as he licks rapidly while having his eyes on you. A loud moan slips out of you until you become a moaning mess underneath yoongi, gripping the sheets underneath you it almost becomes unbearable as you feel two fingers slip inside of you.
“Look at you pretty hm, little witchy getting all mess underneath me huh?”
Your head is thrown back as you hear those words as your eyes roll back too into the pleasure and atmosphere of the hot temperature room that you’ve noticed has gotten hotter as time goes on.
“Please please o-oh fuck yoongi please im close-“ you say as you grab his wrist, eyes blown out as your hair covers all over your face. Moans are let out of your mouth as you watch yoongi speed up, massaging your thigh he slaps your clit before rubbing harder. Letting out a loud moan his name pours out your mouth while your fingers grip the sheets underneath arching.
“Let it out doll, give it to me baby” Yoongi says as he watches you let out a loud moan before your body shakes violently as you let his name come out of your mouth making him smirk as he pats your thighs softly slowing down your high carefully. Pulling his fingers out you whine at the loss, Yoongi sucks his fingers as he watches your eyes meet his, winking at you he gives you one more long stride lick humming to himself before joining you. Before he can move, your hands push him down, letting his back meet the sheets as you climb on top of him huffing.
Smashing your lips onto his he groans against your mouth letting out a sigh before feeling you pull away. He watches you as you grab his dick stroking it slowly making him groan, looking up to meet his eyes you slowly bring yourself down onto his dick letting his size stretch you out. You let out a loud moan as you throw your head back while your hand lands on his stomach as you hear Yoongi groan, lifting your hips up you dip them back down whining as you feel the suit of pleasure filling you already. Yoongi watches you with intense eyes as he feels himself crave, more then he knows he can even handle. Groaning he grabs your hips, pulls you off him and turns you around letting you face the windows in front of you as you get in all fours. He bites his lip hard while staring at your beauty in front of him, his fangs tingle as he lets his dick meet your glistening pussy while he groan loudly. His hands wrap around your waist as he watches you sink your face farther into the sheets as you keep your ass up pushing your self into him making him moan.
Noises fill the room with the sounds of skin slapping and moans mixing together as the inside is filled with the heavy humidity of heat and sweat as yoongi thrusts into you throwing his head back letting out moans he’s never let out before. He never knew it could be this good, he never wanted to let you go, his lucky charm. His thoughts cloud with bubbles as he dumbly fuck you while the sounds of your moans and begging reaches his ears loud and clear.
“Y-Yoongi fuck d-don’t stop” you say as you throw your head back letting yoongi use you in every way possible enjoying the pleasure. He could hear your heart beating faster then ever, it consumes his mind with every little linger making him drunk to your pureness, before he knew he hisses as he wraps one hand under your throat bringing you up and his fangs sink into your neck deep. Rolling your eyes back you grab his wrist as you let out the loudest moan he’s ever heard making him hum as he sinks his fangs into you more. He reaches down with his other hand rubbing down and hard on your clit as he thrusts up into you at the most fastest pace you could ever think of. His eyes turn crimson red as he looks up from your neck licking the holes where he had just marked you.
“Y-y-yoongi f-fuck oh-”
Growling in your ear he thrusts into you faster in a pace making you melt into his body letting out strangles of moans as he takes over.
“Cmon witchy, let it out doll hm give it to me baby.”
You clench around him hard moaning louder.
“Y-yoongi o-oh-ohh s-shit”
“Let it out for me doll, let go for me sweetheart cmon.” Yoongi says as he stuffs his fingers in your mouth smiling with satisfaction as you stuck them lapping them up with your saliva.
“I’m right here with you doll s-shit please baby”
Your body shakes as you come undone underneath yoongi, moans escape your mouth loudly as you gasp and throw your head side by side gripping Yoongi’s wrist that’s placed on your clit making him push down harder. Eyes rolled back you continue to shake as you come down from your high, yoongi pants in your ear as he begs before coming undone inside you hard until you feel the clenching of his abs hitting your back. Humming and buzzed you slump onto Yoongi knocked out.
The atmosphere inside the room slowly cools down, the fiery heat once blazing now slowly evaporating through the air as both you and Yoongi slump against one another breathing heavily, a strange feeling of a certain coldness hits you both at once but yet it feels comfortable. Too comfortable.
Arms wrapped around your waist is the last memory stored towards you.
His voice.
Hair.
Stare.
Eyes.
Presence.
Gone.
Your stare large.
DARK FOREST
20 MILE RADIUS
TURN BACK.
Feet stay planted where they are, the feeling of longing seems so familiar right at this spot.
Yet nothing remains.
“Y/n what are you doing, Jin hyung’s waiting for you silly!”
Your eyes stare at nothing but a deep path of tress.
“Coming Tae!”
Turning around, you feel eyes on you.
Your neck tingles.
Running your fingers through your hair you let the strands cover your neck precisely before walking towards the shop. A smile tugs your face as the door opens alarming your walk in.
Closing the door behind you the shops filled with heavy noise.
Crimson red eyes fall onto the shop quietly.
Some memories fade some don’t but they’ll always find a way back to the ones they yearn most of all and somehow that’s what brought the path of two unknown souls.
he posted this pic on his story and i dropped my pants in preparation
bsf!seonghwa x f!reader
content: teaching you how to ride, slow and wet, eye contact, choking
wc: 2.3k
thinking about seonghwa...
“never?” he murmurs, nibbling on his inner cheek as he gives you a once-over. not in disbelief, but something else. something dangerous.
you shake your head. “nope.” you shrug and pick up your phone again and start to scroll through your settings apps. “but it’s not a big deal, really, it’s just another thing to cross off the bucket list.”
seonghwa snorts and peeks over to snoop at your phone, to which you angle it away from him with an annoyed scowl. “i think it may be a little more serious than that.”
you type gibberish into the search bar. "why does it have to be serious, hwa? it's just sex."
its seonghwa's turn to scoff this time, and he pinches the skin of your calf, you swat at him with your free hand. but he does it again, and you bite out an irritated "quit it" as he starts to speak again.
"thats a bad mindset to have, y'know that right?" he lowers his voice to that annoying, mothering tone he uses with you when he thinks you're being stupid. "it should never be "just sex."
"okay yeah, but you can't be so picky and choosy all the time. i'm sure ill get with some guy and when he figures it out, he'll work with me or whatever. teach me or something." you speak of it fleetingly, like it was nothing more than a pesky errand.
seonghwa snatches your phone from you and shoves it into the couch cushions, and you sigh loudly.
"some guy?" he questions with a raise of his eyebrow. you move to fish your phone out of the couch, but he reaches out and gently grabs your wrist, encasing it in his slender fingers and rubbing his thumb over your thrumming pulse point.
"why not me?" he speaks lowly, and you snap your eyes up to his. he stares back at you with an intensity that settles low in your gut. his thumb stroked over your inner wrist slowly, and his other hand twitched at his side on the couch.
the air went thick, the quiet of his living room felt encased in a bubble, and the warmth of his skin suddenly burned.
he sees it. your thighs clenching beneath your body, the conflict flashing over your eyes, your free hand digging its nails into the cushion.
when you don't respond, he lets his eyes fall to where his hand held your wrist, watching with illustrated intent as he traces patterns against the fragile skin.
"i could show you, i've always been told i'm a good teacher." seonghwa tickles the skin of your palm with gentle scratches of his nails.
"thats what friends are for, yeah?" he lifts his pretty eyes back up to you, and something else has shadowed over them, and you feel something inside of you crack. you're aware of the way veins in his hands flow prettily under his skin.
the way his collarbones peak through the thin fabric of his shirt. the slick shine on his bottom lip where he licked to wet it. his tongue poked against his inner cheek and his eyebrows raised again to urge an answer out of you.
"c'mon pretty, don't leave me hanging." his voice is softer than usual, a new tone lacing it you've never heard from your best friend, something heated, something needy.
if deciding to have your best friend teach you how to ride dick was a bad idea, then you could mull on it later. because it wasn't long until he was sitting under you on the couch, legs spread nice and wide, his hands pressing into your hips where he held your body above him.
you straddled him, your thighs resting on either side of his, your knees pressed into the rough fabric of the couch cushions. your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the flesh of the blades.
he looks up at you through his lashes, as if you were a gift from god himself, his eyebrows knit together so prettily. "its fun up there, huh?" he smiles, dragging his warm hands up your thighs, holding you like you might melt and slip through his fingers.
you could barely keep yourself together; he was so deep inside of you. your thighs shook around him, his tip nudging against that spot so sweet and so dirty. his fingers kneaded the flesh of your hips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth with a quiet moan when he felt your cunt clench around him.
"it helps that you're, ah… so wet…" his voice cracks lightly, his cock twitching inside of you and sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.
you shiver and grip his shoulders a little harder, and you begin to lift your hips, but his grip on them tightens, and he pushes you right back down until your ass hits his thighs again, and you groan nice and low as he fills you all the way up again.
"no-no-no-no-no, baby, stop. don't lift." he presses his lips to your collarbone and kisses you there softly, running his tongue over the skin warmly. one hand leaves your hip and runs over your waist before he presses his palm flat against your lower back and pushes until you arch a little.
just enough that he somehow slips deeper into you, and you let out a weak whine when his fat tip presses ever harder against that spot.
"grind." he instructs in a gravelly, soft moan. "rock your hips, back and forth. it'll help me hit that spot for you."
you shake and whimper under your breath, but you obey. you gently move your hips forward, and the feeling is immediate, his cock drags against your soft walls just enough that it feels like pure heaven.
you move your hands and card them through the hair at the back of his head, cradling his skull in your arms as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, moaning softly against his skin as you rock your hips, nice and slow.
it helps that he's so big, each roll of your lower body has him slipping in and out of you just enough to stimulate you, but not enough to where you can consider him fucking you. his tip dragging against that spot like a constant button, your legs shaking uncontrollaby and your whine brushing past his ear like a song.
your clit lightly brushes against his abs, where his shirt has ridden up over his lower stomach. he keeps his hand on your lower back, keeping you arched all the while his other hand stays glued to your hips, pushing and pulling on your lower body, helping you grind his cock into your body.
"there, how's that feel, baby? good?" he whispers in your ear, kissing just below your earlobe as he helps you rock your body around his cock.
you nod against his neck, gripping his soft, dark hair harder and choking out a moan when he teases you with a heavy lift of his hips. then you feel as he encases your hips with both his hands again, and gently he lifts your body ever so slightly.
you squeeze his head even harder, seonghwa's soft moans shaking in his throat as he lifts and pushes your cunt back down on his cock in slow, deep intervals. "don't stop rocking those hips, keep fucking me like you want. grind, deep, slow…"
he guides you perfectly, each time he lifts your hips himself it makes you clench around him harder. you start to feel a little desperate, and your hips start to move a little faster, rocking with a little more rhythm, but seonghwa didn't like that.
one hand finds the back of your neck and grabs it firmly, pulling your head away from his shoulder and pressing your forehead to his. suddenly all you can see is his eyes, and it overwhelms you to the point of tears. you whine pathetically when he thrusts his cock up into your pussy so sharply that a drop of drool falls from your lips onto his chest.
"easy…" he grumbles against your lips, his breath fanning over your face in low, heavy pants. "slow down pretty, no need to rush." his nails dig into the back of your neck, and you shiver when he starts to grind his own hips up into you, so deep it has your stomach caving.
"if i wanted you pounded into the floor i would've put you on your back, but i'm teaching you sweetness. listen to me." his eyes fall low-lidded as you resume your slow grinding, and his mouth falls open in a pretty moan when you tighten around him, the sound of your slickness loud in your ears.
"it's your dick right now, baby, use it. do what feels good, but don't lose your head." he keeps up the torturous movement of his hips, a choreographed grind that makes his stomach roll prettily.
he doesn't let you look away, forcing you to lock in on his needy gaze while he keeps you filled up with him, nudging every deep spot, every nook and cranny of your pussy. there wasn't a single space inside of you that remained untouched.
"s, t-too, mm-" you tried to talk, try to tell him how good you were feeling but it came out in slurred babbles, and he laughed at you. his warm breath shudders over your parted lip,s and he nudges his head up, melding his soft lips with yours and kissing you deep and nasty.
his tongue fills your mouth with a purr, curling and essentially fucking your mouth with it. "it's a lot i know…" he whispers into your mouth, interrupting the kiss with a low moan when you clench so hard around him it makes his entire body fuzzy.
he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, letting go with a wet pop and pressing your hips down so hard onto his cock you thought if you looked down you'd see his tip poking through the flesh of your stomach.
"wouldn't have felt like this with anyone else, baby." seonghwa nips at the corner of your mouth, dropping his head to run his warm tongue flat up the front of your throat. "feel how wet you are? no other man will be able to make you feel this good."
his eyes lift as he sucks marks of possession into the skin of your neck, and when he sees a tear slipping down your cheek, he growls low in his throat and jerks his cock up into you rough and deep, and you yelp as the bliss shoots through you.
"oh no, don't cry. it makes me wanna be mean to you, makes me wanna fuck you til it feels wrong when i'm not inside you."
now he wraps his hands around your throat, pressing his thumbs against those soft spots that melt your brain, his eyes darting all over your pretty little blissed out face, his lips brushing against your in a ghost of a kiss.
"now lift, drop, and roll. fuck me, bunny. its yours, use this cock until you're satisfied. make yourself cum for me."
you coudln't disobey if you tried, working your body and focusing on that rapidly tightening knot in your stomach as you fuck yourself on seonghwa's dick, every delicious drag inside of you forcing your eyes to roll to the back of your head.
he doesn't bother to chastise you for breaking eye contact; he knows you're too lost in it to control yourself. he squeezes your throat tighter, your moans coming choked and broken. seonghwa helps push you over that edge, groaning and purring prettily for you, lifting his hips to match your desperate movements.
"i feel you baby, pussy feels so good around me. so warm, so tight." he lifts his head to press his lips to the shell of your hot ears, moaning and sighing as you ride him to high heaven. your head feels fuzzy with the lack of air, seonghwa making sure that the only thing you could think about was his dick working you out.
“cum as much as you need,” he coos in your ear his voice low and breathless, sinking his teeth into the soft lobe. “ride me, bunny, ride me.”
you absolutely lose it, slamming your hips down onto his dick and shattering, dribbling drool in rivers as you cum. he squeezed your throat in pulsing intervals, giving you air, then snatching it from you, rolling his hips up into your cunt and dragging every drop of your orgasm out of your body.
"oh god…fuck." he grumbles in his throat, overwhelmed by how pretty you looked on top of him, blissed out over your warm, gummy pussy squeezing him so tight he almost came inside of you. "such a quick learner, baby."
he drags his hands away from your throat, cradling your head, smearing your drool all over your cheeks with his thumbs, your face hazy and drunk while he rocks his hips into you in painfully slow, high off the way you shake and whimper, your slick sticking to his thighs and his lower stomach, a messy proof of his effect on you.
"did so good beautiful, yes you did." he praises, and yet his hips never stop moving. rolling, grinding, upwards strokes that make you feel helpless, regardless of the fact that he was beneath you.
"think you can give me another one? lesson's not over yet." he bites out, grabbing your arms and dragging your body down so your forehead rests over his shoulder. then he grips your hips, lifts your body up, and shimmies his hips down just enough so he can plant his feet flat on the floor, before he starts to fuck.
hard, deep, powerful thrusts up into your overstimulated cunt that has your moans coming out in staccato chokes.
"you did your w-work, now let me use this pussy." he groans through gritted teeth, and you feel your body erupt into flames the more he moves. making you feel every inch of him, each thrust touching your brain. making you feel so good.
Warnings: Swearing, Professor/Student relationship but it is consensual with no power play and reader took a few years off before going back to college so they are closer in age, smut, oral-male receiving, protected sex
Word Count: 5,314
I keep seeing everyone talking about Professor Yoongi lately and I remembered I’ve had this sitting in my WIPs for a looooooong time so I finally got it finished up. ♥️
“Okay. You can do this Y/N. It’s just math. Nothing crazy.”, you grumbled under your breath, gripping your backpack strap for dear life, “You only need a C-. A C-minus. You’ve survived worse.” That was a lie. You had not survived worse. You had actually barely survived math in high school. Luckily your mom was friends with your teachers mom and she threw you a bone giving you just enough extra credit to barely squeak by. Math had always been your academic nemesis. It was the subject that made your brain turn to mush and your soul leave your body.
Somehow you’d managed to dodge it all through college so far. But then the university hired a new Dean with a weird passion for “well-rounded education,” which was just a polite way of saying you now need at least two math courses to graduate. So here you were. Awake at an ungodly hour. Dragging yourself to an 8 a.m. Beginner’s Algebra class.
Why did anyone need the Pythagorean Theorem anyway? When in real life were you going to stand in front of a triangle and think, Ah yes, finally, my moment? You had a very expensive calculator in your pocket that could also make calls, take photos, and absolutely ruin your sleep schedule via social media. Math was dumb.
“Okay.”, you whispered, pushing open the lecture hall door, “Here we go.” The room was already partially full with students scattered around. Most looked half-dead, scrolling mindlessly on their phone or clutching drinks that cost more than your hourly waitress wage. Venti caramel something-something with enough caffeine and sugar that it should legally qualify as a controlled substance. You couldn’t afford that nonsense. You survived on water and the occasional cup of home-brewed coffee when you or your roommate actually remembered to clean the coffee pot instead of letting it evolve into a biohazard.
You slid into a seat near the back. Prime location for invisibility. Maybe the professor would forget you existed entirely. That was the dream at least.
Which led to the next question: What kind of professor was this going to be?
This school had a reputation. More than half the faculty looked like they had been there to personally experience the invention of fire. You still laughed remembering your biology professor getting called Dumbledore during a heated argument between him and another student.
But then there were professors like Kim Namjoon, your old literature professor. Tall, brilliant, devastating dimples. You’d melted instantly…right before finding out he had a wife and six kids at home. That crush had been buried so deep it needed a headstone.
You were shaken from your thoughts when you heard the door click shut and you instantly cringed. Please, you prayed silently, let this math professor not be two days away from becoming the crypt keeper.
“Good morning, class.”
You froze. That voice was…not elderly. Not raspy. Not accompanied by the sound of a cane hitting the floor.
You looked up and nearly forgot how breathing worked. There was no way. No actual way. He was young. Attractive. Like, criminally attractive. Hot even. Dressed in a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, tucked neatly into black slacks. Not bulky, but clearly strong. Silver hoops in his ears, dark perfectly styled hair, and rimless glasses that you wanted to make a mess all over.
He looked like someone who should be outside ruining lives, not teaching algebra. Your brain scrambled. He can’t be the professor. He’s barely older than you. You did take a few years off before coming back to school but still. You weren’t that old. Then you watched his hands. Big. Veiny. Long steady fingers. They moved effortlessly as he picked up a piece of chalk and wrote his name across the board.
Min Yoongi.
You were absolutely not the only one staring. The entire room, girls, guys, everyone, had collectively seemed to shut down.
“My name is Min Yoongi.”, he said calmly, “You can call me Professor Min or Mr. Min. My office hours are Tuesdays and Thursdays from four to five pm. If you need something outside of those hours then I will do my best to accommodate.”
He glanced around, clearly aware of the effect he was having. Then he smirked. That bastard. He knew. “All of this is in the syllabus.”, he continued as papers were passed around, “Now…shall we get started?”
He took a seat on the desk, swinging his legs casually. “So…”, he said, “who here has ever personally felt victimized by math?”Laughter rippled through the room. Hands shot up, including yours. “Fair.”, he laughed, “My goal is for you to leave this class without that trauma. We’ll take things slow. Ask questions whenever you need. Come to office hours. I’m here to help you. I am not your enemy.” Then he smiled. A full, gummy smile that could’ve melted glaciers.
“And now that I have your trust.”, he added, turning toward the board, “I’m going to ruin everyone’s day.” Groans echoed throughout the room. He chuckled, “Today, we’re doing a pop quiz.” Professor Min started hanging out papers, “Relax. It doesn’t count for a grade. I just want to see where everyone’s at so that I have an idea of where we need to start.”
The quizz landed on your desk. Twelve pages. You stared at them in horror. Twelve pages. On the first day. You wrote your name neatly at the top. At least that part was right…hopefully
Question One:
If Suzy buys 600 apples and gives one-third to Frank who then sells half of that to Amy—
You stopped reading. You tapped your pen, staring into space. You wondered, briefly and also unhelpfully, what Professor Min smelled like. Vanilla? Sandalwood? Probably something expensive?
“This is a timed quiz miss.”, a very deep voice said behind you. You snapped your head up. Professor Min was inches away from you peering over your shoulder. Your face burned. You swallowed and looked back down at the paper.
Question Two:
Jimin wants to take dance lessons. The lessons cost $200 a week. His rent is $1,000 a month while his budget is $2,075 a month. How much—
You exhaled slowly. That was it. You were dropping out. You’d waitress full-time for the rest of your life. Maybe one day a rich CEO would come in, you’d spill coffee on him and it would be love at first sight just like one of those silly dramas you loved.
“Ten minutes left.”, Professor Min announced. You rushed through the rest, guessing wildly and praying to every deity you could think of. When you finished, you walked up to the desk, painfully aware of your outfit and your messy hair and the fact that you absolutely should’ve tried harder today. He looked up. “Thank you…Y/N.”, he said after scanning the top of your paper. Your name sounded dangerous in his voice. “See you Thursday.”, he added with a smile.
“Yep…uh…Fruisday…I mean…Thursday!”, you blurted. He laughed clearly amused as you fled absolutely mortified.
By the time Thursday morning came around, you had convinced yourself of three things: Professor Min Yoongi was definitely real. He was definitely still hot. You were definitely, absolutely, without question going to fail this class.
You sat in the lecture hall clutching your notebook. The room slowly filled again, same zombies, same overpriced caffeine, same sense of impending doom, but now there was something different in the air.
Anticipation. Because now you knew what to expect. Right on time, the door opened. Professor Min walked in. Same black-on-black outfit. Slightly different shirt. Sleeves rolled up again, because apparently he hated peace. His glasses caught the light as he set his bag down.
“Good morning.”, he said, voice smooth, easy, “I see that everyone survived their first quiz.” A few people groaned. He smiled, “That bad, huh?” You avoided eye contact. Because if he looked at you again, you might actually pass away this time. He launched into the lecture touching on basic concepts, numbers you vaguely recognized, explanations that somehow made more sense when he said them. Annoyingly so. Like math itself had decided to behave better around him.
You almost, almost, understood what he was talking about. Almost was the key word. Then he turned toward the board, chalk in hand. “Let’s do a quick example as a walk through together.”, he said holding out the chalk, “Who wants to try?”Silence. Pure, paralyzing silence. Your soul left your body when his gaze drifted across the room.
Please don’t look at me.
Please don’t…
“Y/N.”
Oh. Fuck! Oh no.
Your head snapped up, “Yes?” He gestured to the board, “Come on up.” Your legs moved before your brain could file a formal complaint. You walked to the front like someone heading to their own execution, chalk handed to you with a polite smile that did nothing to calm you down. “Take your time.”, he said softly, “What’s the first step?” You stared at the problem. Numbers blurred. Letters mocked you. “I…”, you swallowed, “I think…I think I’m supposed to isolate the variable?” He nodded encouragingly, “Good. Try it.”
You tried. You failed. You heard a few quiet snickers. Your ears burned. “Okay.”, Professor Min said smoothly, stepping closer, not crowding you, just there, “Let’s slow it down.” He pointed to the board, “If we move this term here, what happens?” Your brain stopped working at his proximity. You were painfully aware of how close he was. How tall he was. How he smelled like sandalwood and a little vanilla…you knew it.
“Uh…it…cancels out?”, you guessed. A smile tugged at his lips, “Exactly.” He guided you through it step by step, calm and patient, never making you feel stupid. By the time you finished, the answer actually made sense. You stepped back, stunned that you actually did it.
“You did great Y/N.”, he said quietly. You nodded, heart racing, and then you practically sprinted back to your seat. Class ended shortly after and you packed up quickly, determined to escape before embarrassing yourself again. “Y/N?”, he said firmly the front of the room. You froze. He stood by his desk, watching you with a gentle expression, “Can I talk to you for a moment?”
Every instinct screamed danger. But you nodded. You approached, hands fidgeting. “I noticed you struggled a bit.”, he said, not unkindly, “That quiz also showed it too.” You sighed, “Yeah. Math and I have…a history.” A soft laugh escaped him, “Fair. Listen…if you want, stop by during my office hours. No pressure. I think you’d benefit from a little extra help.” Office hours. Alone. With him. You panicked internally. “That sounds…helpful.”, you said way too quickly. He smiled again. That smile, “Good. I’ll see you then.” You left the lecture hall in a daze.
Tuesday came faster than you were emotionally prepared for. Class went okay. You were still just as bad about the numbers, but Professor Min was also wearing a v-cut white t-shirt under a blazer today so you were a little distracted.
Later that day you stood outside his office, staring at the door trying everything to convince yourself to knock. This is fine, you told yourself. This is normal. Professors help students all the time. This is not a rom-com setup. You took a deep breath and knocked. A muffled voice spoke, “Come in.” You opened the door. His office was neat, warm colors with bookshelves, a small couch, a desk with neatly stacked papers. He sat behind it, glasses on, blazer offf, looking up at you like he’d been expecting you.
“Hi, Y/N.”, he said, “Have a seat.” You did, gripping your notebook. “So…”, he said, leaning back slightly, “Let’s make math less terrifying.” You smiled nervously, “I’d appreciate that.” If there was one universal truth you had learned in the past week, it was that math still sucked. Unfortunately…Professor Min Yoongi did not and that was becoming a real problem for you.
“Table twelve just got sat.”; your coworker Dae said, bumping your shoulder as she passed you a tray, “And they look like they tip well, so take advantage of that.”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing your notepad and forcing your best customer-service smile into place as you turned toward table twelve, “Hi, welcome in…”, your voice died. Because sitting there, looking entirely too comfortable in your section was Professor Min. Out of his usual professional professor uniform and instead in a dark gray hoodie, sleeves still pushed up, hair slightly messier than usual. He was casual and relaxed. And across from him sat another guy, broad-shouldered, bright-eyed, tattoos.
Yoongi blinked first. Then leaned back slightly in his chair, lips parting in mild surprise, “Y/N?” You stood there staring in shock. “Hi.”, you said finally. His friend looked between the two of you, interest immediately sparking. “Oh?”, he said, grin widening as the realization hit him, “You know each other?” You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. “He’s…”, you started. “She’s…”, Yoongi said at the same time.
You both stopped. You glared at him. He raised an eyebrow like you go first. You forced a tight smile, “He’s my professor. Algebra professor to be exact.” There was a moment of silence. Then his friend leaned back, clearly delighted. “Ohhhhhh.”, he started laughing like he knew something you didn’t. Yoongi sighed, “Jungkook don’t start.” You cleared your throat quickly, gripping your notepad, “Can I get you guys something to drink?” Yoongi’s gaze hadn’t left you. “Coffee.”, he said. “Same.”, his friend added. “Got it.”, you said, scribbling quickly, “I’ll be right back.” You turned on your heel and practically speed-walked away. The second you hit the counter…”Okay.”, Dae said immediately, sliding next to you, “Who is that?” You grabbed two mugs, trying to act normal, “Just a customer.” She stared at you. You stared at the coffee machine. “Y/N.”, she sighed.
You thought for a second, “…he’s my math professor.” She smacked your shoulder, “Shut. Up.” You shook your head, “I wish I was joking.” She grabbed your arm, peeking over your shoulder toward the table, “Oh my god. Oh my god, he’s way too hot to be a professor.” You nodded, “I’m aware.”
“And he’s been staring at you since you walked up.”, she giggled. Your stomach dropped, “He has not.”
“He has.”, she insisted, “Like, full eye-contact, undressing-you-with-his-eyes kind of staring.” You nearly choked, “Stop talking.”
“I’m serious Y/N.”, she said, lowering her voice, “That man is thinking about doing a lot more than equations right now.” You grabbed the mugs a little too aggressively, “I’m going back out there before you ruin my life.” You returned to the table, placing the coffee down carefully, “Here you go.”
“Thank you.”, Yoongi said, quieter now. His friend leaned forward slightly. “So…how is he as a professor?” You froze. Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, “Jungkook—” You hesitated…then shrugged, “He’s…actually really good.” Yoongi went still. Then his gaze flickered up to yours, something softer there.
Yoongi’s cheeks were getting red. Jungkook looked like he was having the time of his life, “Wow. This is fun.” You ignored him, “Are you guys ready to order or…”
“Yes.”, Yoongi said immediately, like he needed to redirect before Jungkook made things worse, “I’ll have…” As he ordered, you tried very hard not to notice the way his voice dipped lower when he spoke to you. Tried very hard not to notice how your name sounded when he said it. By the time their food came out, you had mostly regained your composure. “You’re staring again.”, Jungkook whispered rather loudly as you approached. “I am not.”, Yoongi replied flatly. You set the plates down. “Thank you.”, Yoongi said, eyes flicking up to yours again. There it was.
That look. You swallowed. The second you turned the corner you ran right into your coworker. “He is down bad.”, she whispered. “I’m telling you.”, she continued, “You could ask that man to sign over his car to you and he’d even put a big red bow on top. “ You pressed your forehead against the counter. “I need to quit my job.”
You saw him again two days later for your usual tutoring session during his office hours. But this time something had shifted. “You didn’t tell me you worked there.”, he said as you sat down in your usual spot next to him. “You didn’t tell me you enjoyed subpar diner food so I didn’t think I had a reason to.”, you shot back
“You work a lot?”, he asked. You blinked, caught off guard by the genuine tone, “Yeah. Kind of have to.” He nodded slowly, like he understood more than you said out loud. And just like that the conversation shifted to less about math and more about life. You talked about schedules. About stress. Past relationships. About how you almost didn’t come back to school. He listened. And when you drifted off-topic, he didn’t pull you back immediately. He let you stay there for a second with him.
After that, things changed. Class wasn’t just something to survive anymore. It became something you looked forward to. The way he’d glance at you when explaining something like you were in on a private joke. The way he’d pause near your desk just a second longer than necessary. The way your tutoring sessions somehow always turned into conversations that had nothing to do with math and always ran over his paired office hours.
You flirted. Subtly at first. Then less subtly. And he flirted back. Which is why it felt a little odd when you saw him watching you from across the room. Not with that soft, amused look. But something else. Jealousy.
You followed his gaze. Hoseok. He was leaning against your desk, talking easily, smiling like he always did. You laughed at something silly he said. Across the room, Yoongi’s jaw tightened. You noticed. You just didn’t fully understand it.
“Alright.”, Yoongi said at the end of class, voice back to that calm, professional tone, “Before you go I have to let you know that this Thursday my office hours are canceled. I have a faculty meeting.” Your stomach dropped. You packed your bag, trying not to feel…weirdly disappointed. It was fine. It was normal. You stood, slinging your bag over your shoulder when you heard it, “Y/N.”
You froze. You turned. He was watching you. “Stay back a second.”, he said. Your heart picked up. You waited until the room cleared, trying to ignore the way Hoseok shot you a look on his way out. When it was just the two of you Yoongi exhaled. Then stepped a little closer. “I can’t do Thursday.”, he said, quieter now. “At our normal time but if you want to come to my office at six that would be okay.” You blinked then hesitated, “You don’t have to do that. I don’t want you to stay late just for me. I’ll survive.”
“I want to.”, he said stepping a little closer, “Please.” That stopped you because it wasn’t casual. It wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t professor-to-student. It was something else. Almost desperate. “I don’t want you falling behind.”, he added quickly, like he needed to cover it, “You’re doing better. I don’t want that to stop.”
“…okay.”, you said finally, softer than before. And as you walked out of that room…You couldn’t shake the feeling that you had just agreed to something that had nothing to do with math and everything to do with you and him.
The campus was quieter that late in the evening. Almost too quiet. Your footsteps echoed a little as you walked down the hallway toward his office, your nerves building with every step.
You reached his door. Paused. Took a breath. Knocked. “Come in.”, came a muffled voice from the other side. You opened the door and immediately forgot how to function.
Because what the hell. He looked…This was not okay. Not even a little bit.
Dress slacks. A fitted white dress shirt with the sleeves unbuttoned and folded up. His tie loosely undone and hanging around his neck. His hair messy but his glasses were missing. You recognized that first thing and then you saw them sitting on the desk beside him like they had been tossed off in frustration.
He looked up from his paperwork. He froze. Just for a second. His eyes moved over you. Slowly. Not in a way that felt uncomfortable or sleezy. But definitely not in a way that felt professional either.
“…hi,” you said, because words were suddenly hard again. “Hi.”, he echoed, voice a little lower than usual.
There was a moment of silence. A long one. Then he cleared his throat, straightening slightly, “Come in and sit down.” You stepped inside, closing the door behind you, painfully aware of the way the air felt…different. You sat down, setting your bag on the floor. “So.”, you said, trying to regain control of your brain, “math.”
“Right.”, he nodded. But he didn’t move immediately. He was still looking at you. Like he was trying to figure something out.
Then, finally, he grabbed your notebook. You leaned in as he flipped through your work, pointing things out, correcting small mistakes.
It started like every other session. “Okay.”, he said after a few minutes, tapping the page, “you did this part right. You just…”, he paused, “You second-guessed it.” You huffed, “Story of my life.” He glanced at you, “You’re getting better.” You raised an eyebrow, “You sound surprised.”
“I’m impressed.”, he corrected. Your eyes flicked up. He was already looking at you. You swallowed. “Okay.”, you said quickly, gesturing at the page, “Next problem.” He didn’t move. Not right away. Then he sighed slightly, “Are we going to keep pretending this is just tutoring?”
“We’re…studying.”, you said, weak even to your own ears. “Are we Y/N?”, his voice was quieter now. You looked at him and suddenly, the space between you felt very small. Very noticeable. “You asked me to come here today.,” you said slowly. He agreed, “Yes I did.” You chuckled, “You almost begged.” His jaw tightened slightly, “I didn’t beg.” You gave him a look.
“Y/N.”, the way he said your name. Not like in class. Not like in all of structuring sessions during office hours before. This time it was softer. More careful. You felt it throughout your whole body. “Maybe I I shouldn’t have.”, he said. Your stomach dropped slightly, “Then why did you?” He thought for a moment then said, “Because I didn’t want to have to wait until next week to see you again.” Your heart stuttered. “You’re my professor.”, you said, but it didn’t sound like a statement. It sounded more like a question. “And this is…”, you continued and he finished, “A bad idea. Trust me…I know.”
Neither of you moved. Neither of you stepped back. “You should go.”, he said quietly. You didn’t and he exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair, frustrated. “You’re not exactly forcing me to leave.”, you said. His eyes snapped back to yours. Gone was the careful distance. Gone was the restraint. “You’re not making this easy.”, he said standing up from his chair.
He was close now. Close enough that you could see the faint crease between his brows, the way his lips pressed together like he was holding himself back. “Tell me to stop.”, he said. You didn’t. You couldn’t and that was all it took.
His hand came up, hesitant for just a second, before brushing lightly against your jaw. You leaned into it without thinking. And whatever control he had left vanished. His other hand found your waist, pulling you up and closer and then his mouth was on yours as he backed you against the desk.
Warm. Firm. A little desperate. Like he’d been thinking about it longer than he should have. You gasped softly, fingers gripping the front of his shirt as you kissed him back, your brain completely gone at this point.
You were supposed to be doing math.
Instead, you were pressed against your professor in his office, kissing him like this wasn’t the worst decision you’d ever made.
His hand tightened slightly at your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, slower now, more intentional. The kiss lingered, a slow burn that ignited something deeper, your bodies pressing together in the dim light of his office. His fingers trailed down your spine, sending shivers across your skin as you arched into him. You felt the hard edge of his desk against your thigh, his lips breaking away just long enough to murmur against your neck, "We shouldn't...but God Y/N, I want you." Your response was a soft whimper, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, revealing the warm expanse of his chest, muscles taut with restrained desire. The room seemed to fade, the stack of algebra notes forgotten on the floor, as his mouth found the curve of your collarbone, teeth grazing lightly, making your pulse race.
Desire overtook you both and you dropped to your knees, your fingers working urgently at his belt, the metal clinking in the quiet air. He groaned, his hand threading through your hair, but you looked up at him with a pleading gaze. His words tumbled out, a mix of begging and need, your lips brushing against the soft hairs of his lower belly before you freed him, his cock hard and throbbing in your hand. You took him into your mouth slowly, savoring the salty taste, the way he filled you, his hips bucking involuntarily as you swirled your tongue around him.
He gasped your name like a prayer, his grip tightening in your hair, "Fuck, yes...just like that.”, but you pulled back for a moment, looking up with wide eyes. "Tell me you want more.”, you begged, your own arousal building, a wet heat between your legs that made you ache. He nodded, voice rough with restraint, "I do, you know I do.”, and you dove back in, taking him deeper, the sounds of his pleasure echoing in the small room.
The intensity built until he couldn't take it anymore, pulling you up gently but firmly, his eyes dark with hunger. "I need you.”, he said, his voice thick as he reached for his wallet on the desk, fumbling out a condom tucked away in a back pocket with shaking hands. You helped him, your fingers brushing his as you tore the packet open, the latex unrolling over his length, a barrier that only heightened the anticipation.
He lifted you onto the desk, your skirt hiking up around your waist and you spread your legs for him. With one hand, he gave himself a few firm strokes and then guided himself to your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds, making you gasp and arch toward him. He thrust into you slowly, filling you completely, the stretch delicious and overwhelming, your bodies moving together in a rhythm that blended raw lust with an unspoken emotional pull. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through you, his hands gripping your hips as he drove deeper, your moans mingling with his, the connection forging something dangerous and real in the heat of the moment.
His thrusts grew more insistent, each powerful stroke driving deeper into you. The desk creaked beneath you, papers and pens scattering to the floor, but neither of you cared, lost in the raw, electric connection that bound you together. Your nails raked down his chest, leaving faint trails on his pale skin, as waves of pleasure crashed over you, building toward an inevitable peak, until a sudden knock echoed through the office, jolting you both.
Yoongi froze for a split second, his eyes widening, but he didn't stop. Instead, his movements slowed to deliberate, shallow thrusts that kept the embers burning without drawing attention. "Just a moment.”, he called out, his voice steady despite the strain, as he recognized the muffled voice of his colleague from the other side of the door, rambling about some forgotten detail from the faculty meeting.
You bit your lip to stifle a moan that threatened to escape, the vibration of his cock inside you making it nearly impossible, but he was quicker by grabbing the end of his tie and gently stuffing it into your mouth, the silk fabric muffling your cries as he continued to move, his hips rocking subtly against yours. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding you in place, his gaze locking onto yours with a mix of apology and fierce hunger, the risk only heightening the forbidden thrill that pulsed between you.
As the colleague's voice faded and the footsteps receded down the hall, Yoongi pulled the tie from your lips, his restraint shattering like glass.
He plunged into you with renewed force, his cock slamming deep into your throbbing core, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your body until you both shattered, your cries intertwining as an orgasm ripped through you with you clenching around him in rhythmic spasms, his hot release pulsing inside the condom as he buried his face in your neck, whispering your name like a vow. Panting, he eased out of you carefully, his hands tender as he helped clean you up with tissues from his desk, wiping away the evidence of your passion with a gentleness that made your heart ache before taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash.
Your back was still pressed lightly against the edge of his desk, your breathing still uneven, your thoughts even worse. The world felt tilted. Like everything had shifted just slightly off its axis and there was no snapping it back into place. This was real.
This actually happened.
Your professor. You. On his desk. In his office. You let out a small, nervous breath, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “So…”, you started, immediately hating how small your voice sounded, “this is…”
You glanced up at him. He was already watching you. Like now that the line had been crossed, there was no pretending anymore. Your stomach twisted slightly, “I just…don’t know what this means now.” Your gaze dropped again, “I…I don’t want to be…just something that happens during office hours.”
The words slipped out before you could stop them and for a second, you regretted it. Until his hand found yours. You looked up.
His expression had changed again. It was softer. “I don’t either. Y/N I meant what I said.”, he continued, voice low, steady, “I want you. You’re not just…this.”, he added, gesturing vaguely between you, “Not to me.” “You’re my professor.”, you said again, quieter this time. Not as a barrier more like a reminder of the reality you were both standing in.
“I know.”, he nodded, “And this is complicated.”
“Yeah.”, you nodded, “And probably a really bad idea.”
“Definitely.”, he chuckled. You let out a small, breathy laugh too. He stepped closer again, “But I still want you anyway.” Your pulse picked up. You swallowed, nerves and something warmer tangling together in your chest. You exhaled slowly, trying to steady yourself and then he leaned in and kissed you. Not hurriedly or desperate but firm and certain.
“Professor Min.”, you said placing a hard on his chest, “Maybe next time…you can wear the glasses.” His reaction was immediate. His jaw tightened. His eyes darkened just slightly.
“You can’t do that Y/N.”, he murmured. You blinked, “What?” He kissed you again, “You can’t *kiss* call me *kiss* Professor Min *kiss* while you’re standing here looking completely wrecked after I just got done fucking you while you’re basically asking me to fuck you again.”
A slow smile tugged at your lips despite yourself, “What are you gonna do about it…Professor?” His grip tightened just slightly around your hips. “Yeah.”, he exhaled, almost under his breath, “That’s going to be a real problem for the rest of the semester.”
Your heart was racing again.
“But…”, he added, leaning in just enough that his voice dropped, brushing against your skin, “I guess that’s the benefit of having office hours.”
min yoongi had never spared a soul. he was heartless and showed no mercy, his hands always stained with blood. born to hunt, killing was natural to him ≠ until you. a shy bunny hybrid with wide eyes and so innocent it made his chest hurt. you awakened something forbidden inside him… a craving that left him torn between being a predator and becoming your protector.
pairing 𓂃 hybrid hunter!yoongi x bunny hybrid!femreader
genre 𓂃 dark romance, hyrbid au, enemies to lovers, forbidden romance, hunter x prey, yandere!yoongi, haegum!yoongi, obsession, power imbalance, pining and yearning, love/hate relationship, contrast of worlds, crime, smut, fluff, angst
warnings/tags 𓂃 18+, explicit smut (hints of it), angry!yoongi, smoking, descriptions of both the characters past, insecurity and trauma, mentions of blood, mild degradation, dirty talk, size difference, restraint, crying and begging, mix of praise and threat, fear play and power play, mention of gun (not used), he chases her, bunny ear play, sensitivity, slight overstimulation, forced proximity, manhandling, finger sucking, slight pain, reader gets wet from fear, mild touches here and there, sexual promises
wc 𓂃 7.6k
a/n 𓂃 hello babes! hope y’all enjoy the first chapter of RLB so i wanted to reveal that originally this first part was supposed to be very huge (over 20k as i mentioned earlier) but i decided to separate the first chapter into two parts, i thought i’d give y’all the smut in chap 2 instead of the whole thing in chap 1 for a little more slow burn and to leave y’all on a cliffhanger ehehe! but i promise chapter 2 as in the smut part (which is very huge itself) will be uploaded within a week too because i’m almost done writing it, i hope y’all enjoy the first chapter and let me know your thoughts because your feedback always motivates me mwahh! i love y’all, also stay tuned for chap 2 <33
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hunting and killing.
those were the two things yoongi lived for or so he believed from a young age when he'd first picked up a knife in order to survive, yoongi had dedicated his life to this profession.
becoming a hybrid hunter whose name alone sent people shivers.
his hand was always stained with blood, mercy was like a joke to him. in fact, the mere thought of weakness annoyed him hence why he despised hybrids, they were weak creatures and he couldn’t stand them.
he made it his mission to erase it whenever he found it.
he believed the world had no place for weakness and he was simply eliminating them for the good.
this was his livelihood after all: hunt, kill, collect the money and move on.
that’s how the cycle went.
but apart from the financial gain, he also loved the adrenaline of hunting, of catching those miserable little things and sometimes even of dragging out the torture if the hybrids dared to resist or fight back.
he was addicted to this darkness.
he loved the power and strength he held though he himself didn’t believe in love, that was also another topic he believed was a weakness.
he never took any companion with him during his hunts, he was an expert and fully skilled in what he did.
his presence alone was enough to scare.
he believed love turned people into fools, it ruined them and there was no place for it in his heart especially after the harsh life he'd led.
the few people who knew him feared him immensely and knew better than to piss him off.
his body held the scars of his doing, on the right side of his face there was a slashed scar across his cheekbone, a deep ugly gash that he got years ago from a wolf hybrid who had clawed at him in an attempt to survive.
it escaped his eye successfully or else he'd probably be blind in one eye, adding more to his even more monstrous and terrifying look because of the dangers he faced daily.
yet he wore his scars proudly like they were a symbol of who he was.
yoongi's soul was empty maybe because of the isolation.
he felt no remorse for the lives he took, only a fleeting high that faded too quickly leaving him craving the next hunt.
tonight yoongi had ventured out for yet another haunt.
he always preferred this late hour.
he thought it was the perfect time when the world slept and the hybrids roamed more freely.
the weaklings thought they were safe in the darkness, a sick grin plastered on yoongi's face.
who would save them from his darkness?
he was standing in yet another forest—this one he hadn't explored much and he'd finished exploring the other forests in the city in the past couple of years.
he leaned against a tree, pulling out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lighting it with a flick of his lighter before he inhaled and exhaled the smoke out slowly.
his sleek black gun already loaded with bullets was already hoisted at his hip, while his knife also rested in a sheath on his belt.
both the weapons were his babies and he didn’t go anywhere without them.
they accompanied him and supported him when no one else did.
he smoked lazily as his eyes scanned the forest with patience hoping to stumble upon a good one tonight, perhaps a strong hybrid that would put up a fight with him.
he didn’t like the fragile ones who were too easy to kill.
the nicotine calmed his nerves, his shoulders relaxing slightly though his mind remained alert sensing the environment around him for the prey.
you, on the other hand were completely different compared to him in every way—a bunny hybrid with soft white ears and a cute fluffy tail.
you’ve been sheltered your entire life, you’ve constantly heard stories about predators, both animals and humans.
you’ve also heard several stories of your other hybrid kinds who just vanished and no one got a trace of them.
there has been a rumor going on about a hybrid hunter though no one lived long enough to talk about how he looked.
you knew the importance of staying indoors after dusk and you usually obeyed, content in staying in your own shell reading in your home.
but tonight you felt restless and you couldn’t stay holed up in your room, wanting to go out for a little adventure which prompted you to slip out.
you’ve always been an introvert, preferring to keep distance from everyone also from where hybrids mingled and formed bonds.
this solitude affected your romantic life as well, leaving you without a mate while your friends already found one a long time ago.
you tried to escape that feeling that sadness etched deep inside you. you were aware your kind was weak, bunny hybrids were usually looked down on so you didn’t try either.
the fear of getting attacked has always been in you too, only because you were a bunny… it broke your heart that you had to spend life like this.
it left you to ponder in quiet moments if you'd ever find someone.
tonight you just couldn’t stay at home.
all your thoughts seemed to get to you all at once and it felt suffocating in your home.
you just wanted peace and freedom.
you wanted to live a little… be reckless so you don't overthink much about the whole hybrid hunter thing.
what worse could happen? right?
it was just you.
and you'd be back soon.
you wandered deeper into the forest, busy picking wildflowers under the only source of light coming from the moonlight as you placed them into your basket.
the flowers made your heart happy so you loved collecting them, sometimes putting the unique and extra beautiful ones between the books you read.
you hummed, picking up a pink petaled flower when a sudden crunch of leaves made you freeze—your eyes perked up at the crunch of leaves.
you gasped as instinct took over your bunny senses, alerting you far earlier than any human could detect.
your long ears always can pick up even the tiniest noise even if it's of the distant wind, even the smallest sound felt loud.
your heart raced as you didn’t waste time and dropped behind a thick bush hiding immediately before whatever or whoever made that noise could spot you, your body curling into itself, ears flattening against your head in fear.
you knew better than to assume that the noise was from an animal of sorts because it obviously didn’t sound like that.
you remained completely still, your ears on alert and heard a few more steps, you covered your mouth to hide the whimper.
there's no way… there's no way this was happening.
your worst fears came true and you didn’t even know who it was.
maybe just another hybrid? you closed your eyes, praying that was it.
you hoped it wasn’t the hunter from the stories you’ve heard as you clutched your skirt and hid even further in the bushes.
yoongi, on the other hand who was ever the expert, sensed you immediately even though he didn’t hear anything.
he understood the shift—he was like a shark sensing blood in water as a smirk curled on his lips, understanding he'd already got a prey far sooner than expected this time.
you were trembling uncontrollably.
the more minutes that passed, the more the little basket you'd been carrying slipped from your grasp and tumbled to the ground with a thud and your eyes widened at the sound it made.
the flowers spilled on the forest floor but you remained hidden behind the bush, still biting your lower lip to stifle any sound.
you looked around helplessly, there was no way you could run because your home was quite far and your short legs wouldn’t take you anywhere safer soon so all you could do was remain hidden, hoping whoever it was would go away.
but it was a little too late.
yoongi caught sight of the basket, his eyes narrowing with interest even though he hadn’t seen you yet.
it fueled his predatory excitement.
it was all your fault.
all your fault.
you regretted coming out so much, you wished desperately to be back home safe in your bed but there was no way now.
you tried your best not to make noises, holding your breath when you could but the approaching sounds of footsteps hit your sensitive ears anyways.
you switched positions subtly moving behind a larger rock, feeling that whoever that was was scooting closer, even though you didn’t dare look behind you to see who it was.
you sensed the huge, intimidating presence.
“please... please.”
you let out a quiet sob inside your hand as your heart pounded so loudly in your ears you feared that it might give you away, that he might be able to hear.
yoongi's face turned into something even more menacing though he hadn’t pinpointed your exact spot yet.
enjoying the hide and seek game.
he took one last blow from his cigarette and crushed it beneath his boot.
“come out come out, wherever you are… i can smell your fear from here.”
a little frightening noise left your lips at his mocking tone that you failed to conceal.
he was a man and his deep manly voice did nothing but make you fear more as you started trembling violently.
already images of you being dragged away, hurt or worse are flashing through your mind about how some of your hybrid kinds were killed mercilessly by the same hunter.
“you think hiding will save you? i've got all night little thing.” he chuckles lowly.
you curled tighter into yourself, tears welling in your eyes, your mind screaming to run but your body remained frozen in place.
then he got a better glimpse of you through the trees and he hadn’t realized you were a bunny hybrid until now from the way your long white ears were twitching though the majority of your form was hidden in the dark and he smirked even more.
because bunnies were extra weak creatures that made the hunt almost disappointingly easy yet perfect for toying before the kill.
he can see you shaking from the distance and it makes him want to drag this out just for fun.
he'd step slowly and pause where he'd feign walking away, only to circle back humming an almost bored tune as your fear increases the more as time goes by that he'd kill you any second.
you still believed that he didn’t find out where you were hidden.
his hand tightened on his gun though he didn’t draw it yet.
savoring the moment.
“oh what's this? a little bunny huh? so weak, so easy to kill…” he snickers.
“don't worry, i'll make it quick.. or not depending on my mood.”
you let out a sob quietly, closing your eyes thinking that your life will be ending in this dark forest.
your luck bad just like the other hybrids who died the same way.
at other times he would get bored and would just start shooting blindly but your innocence intrigued him as he let you believe you'd successfully hidden from him.
he could clearly see the tip of your bunny ears visible above the bush and he wanted to draw out your torment.
your ears betrayed you, snapping upright at every noise and smell before you could force them flat against your skull.
“hmm.. i wonder where you are.”
yoongi continued to draw out the game, it makes him wonder how long you'll last before you break.
he knew prey gives up eventually.
several minutes pass like that.
and your chest tightened further as you felt more overwhelmed, tears silently falling down your cheeks as you hugged yourself.
you gripped the silver chain around your throat that held a tiny cross tightly—you'd worn it since you were a kid, given by your parents for purity and protection and you’ve never taken it off.
when he detects that you haven’t moved again anymore, he tilts his head to the side.
“you know most hybrids at least try to fight back, but you? just hiding like a scared little thing. it's cute.”
his anticipation growing as his boot crunches into a twig intentionally to make you flinch so you understood that he's closer than ever.
and your time was running out.
you let out tiny ragged gasps, pressing your back hard against the rock as the scent of his cigarette and his male scent were enveloping your senses too.
the forest itself was quiet as if enjoying it too and wanting to out you to him.
you were making it too easy but where's the fun in that?
“tell you what little one, make a sound and i'll end it quick. stay silent then you've got to face the consequences.”
he rumbles out a laugh, pausing for a second to see if you'd come out yourself or try something.
but you didn't.
your survival instincts were that low huh?
finally after what felt like an eternity of yoongi's threats and footsteps, he suddenly went so very still which made it so much worse because you couldn’t detect where he was.
it made you freeze as well in fear.
a droplet of sweat streamed down the side of your face as more minutes passed by.
some part of you maybe the delusional part, thought that maybe just maybe he'd grown bored after not finding you and left, thinking that you weren’t worth the effort.
that you’ve successfully hidden from him and you release a slight breath.
but then he appeared so suddenly without warning.
lunging from the side so abruptly it caught you off guard as you fell back on your butt with a cry as you stared up at him in horror.
the impact put pressure on your tail and butt, sending a jolt of pain.
“ahh! noo please.”
your voice breaks as tears stream down your cheeks, truly seeing the face of your hunter now.
he looked so terrifying and dangerous yet so handsome it made your stomach twist in a confusing knot of fear and something else.
his features were sharp with a strong jawline and pale skin but it was his scar that dominated his face.
the deep slash running down the right side, which started just above his eyebrow and ended just below his cheekbone, looked like it barely escaped his eye.
maybe he closed his eye just during the strike or else he'd be a one-eyed monster.
he looked like he walked straight out of your nightmare.
like a nightmare where you couldn’t wake up from no matter how much you tried.
oh those eyes…
you on the other hand couldn’t even breathe, your body shaking uncontrollably as you realized this was no ordinary man especially after seeing the gun tucked on his waist.
he was the kind of man your parents had warned you about and the scar, along with more that’s probably hidden under his clothes told about his story.
yet beneath everything there was a flicker of fascination, maybe it was the way his beauty clashed with horror or the way he made you feel vulnerable in ways you'd never experienced before.
you knew you were not in the right mind to think of all these now because he might kill you any moment but you just couldn’t help it… you've never seen a male human so close before because you've never come out of your hybrid community.
your breasts rose and fell with your pants.
from his perspective, yoongi also finally got a proper look at you and his brows furrowed.
you were more innocent than he'd anticipated, almost too fragile in the way you stared at him with doe like wide eyes.
your cheeks flushed from fear and those soft bunny ears twitched erratically atop your head.
you were so pretty and doll like pretty in his eyes…
like an untouched sweetness.
the sight hits him because of the hesitation in him because his hands immediately didn’t grab the gun to end you.
he shrugged himself out of his thoughts, thinking he was just not in the correct mindset because he didn’t ever have such soft thoughts for his prey.
instead he diverted his mind to the satisfaction he got from your fear.
“well well, look what we have here.” he drawled, amused.
“you really thought you could hide from me, little one?”
he chuckled lowly as his eyes never left yours.
“p—please don’t hurt me.” you begged.
you choked on your sobs as he stepped closer slowly, he brought out his gun and held it loosely in one hand though he didn’t aim it at you.
not yet.
you scrambled back immediately scraping your palms on the leaves and stones on the ground, the movement causing your skirt to ride up slightly as your vision blurred with your tears.
“i—i didn’t do anything… j—just let me go home please…”
yoongi's face remained cold as he quirked his head, maybe in confusion or to study you.
“why?” he asked.
as if the question intrigued him more than it should.
“you're out here all alone little bun… one shot with this gun and it's over or maybe i'll make it slow. you hybrids always squirm so nicely.”
he added with a smirk, calling you “little bun” in a way that sounded both mocking and oddly affectionate as he watched your bottom lip quiver in fear.
even that small tremble captivated him more than anything ever had.
“no..” you whimpered.
he enjoyed the sound of your voice laced in fear but he didn’t understand why he was dragging this out.
why he hadn’t raised his gun or lunged to capture you yet.
he never thought twice before killing a hybrid but here he was with his gaze fixed on the way your lips parted rather than focusing on ending you.
he wanted to hear more of your voice instead of silencing it forever.
“what are you doing in my own damn woods?” he continued.
“you know what happens to bunnies who wander too far? they get caught, eaten or worse.”
his teeth bare sickeningly as shivers go down your spine and you curl into yourself instinctively trying to protect yourself from his presence, your ears falling down.
while he memorizes all of you against his will.
yoongi didn’t lunge at you.
he didn't have to.
and he knew your heart thumped so loud as he took another step closer then another.
his nostrils flared at the sweet smell of yours he could get even if he wasn’t very close to you and it made his mouth water just thinking about sinking his teeth in.
it was almost as if he were murmuring endearments instead of threats while you kept scrambling back wanting to escape him while he took one step at a time, the more you backed off with all your might until your back met the rough bark of a tree.
a squeak left you as you realized there was no way you could back away anymore and he stood directly in front of you.
you pressed against the tree as if you could merge yourself into it and disappear as if it could protect you from the monster in front of you.
both of your hands flew up to clamp over your long ears, fingers digging into the fur in an attempt to block out his voice but it was useless.
it was like his voice snaked through you like slow poison ready to kill you oh so slowly.
your thighs squeezed together instinctively, a heat unfurling low in your belly despite the fear that was heavy on your chest.
wrong.
this was so fucking wrong and your mind screamed it but your stupid hybrid body didn’t care about logic or survival.
it reacted to the predator's voice as your tail quivered against the back of your skirt, slickness gathered between your legs that only made the shame hotter.
you bit down on your lower lip to stifle the whine.
he crouched in front of you slowly when he realized you had nowhere to escape as he eyed you, his lips curving in lazy amusement that never reached those eyes.
“hm... you’ve nowhere to escape now.” he said simply.
a mortified sob left you before you could stop it and you squirmed against the tree causing your bare thighs to sting from the rough forest floor.
tears streamed down your cheeks almost constantly as you felt so small and exposed in front of him.
it was as if you couldn’t form words to speak back all of a sudden.
his head cocked to one side like a cat deciding whether the mouse was worth batting around before the final pounce.
that’s what you both were right now.
cat and mouse.
and he wouldn’t let you go until he had his fill.
“fuck you're tiny.”
he said almost fondly and it made your stomach flutter almost.
his gaze roamed over you slowly, taking in the way your skirt had ridden up to expose your scratched thighs and the rapid rise and fall of your breasts under your tight top.
you shook your head frantically even though he hadn’t asked a real question as your tears kept coming soaking the collar.
“please—”
“p-please don't—”
“don't what?” he questions.
“don't kill you? don't rip those pretty little ears off and take them home to hang on my wall?”
“or should i make you scream my name first huh?”
each option rolled off his tongue as if he were discussing the weather or what to eat for lunch.
like it was that normal.
but the images that came to your head from his words made you shake hard as you let out quiet pathetic hiccupping noises.
he exhaled in exasperation at your cries.
“stop crying.” he mutters under his breath.
“it's making me hard as fuck.”
he barked out a rough laugh as he saw your eyes turn glassy and widen comically.
“kidding.” he mutters.
he remains silent for a few seconds.
“mostly.”
that’s when he straightened to his full height, towering over you and he looked almost patient yet so utterly in control.
you stared up at him, heart lodged somewhere in your mouth as you realized that he was a bit distant and you shouldn’t let this chance go.
you couldn’t just give up no… you can try as your legs remain frozen despite the urge to move.
all of your muscles locked in place by terror and something else, something that made your legs squeeze together harder even as tears streamed freely.
when he decided to take one step closer, something inside you snapped suddenly as you scrambled upright on shaky legs.
you didn’t think twice and bolted.
you ran blindly, panting harshly and behind you—there was nothing, no noise that he was chasing after you.
no familiar noise of his boots or his laughter.
just silence.
too quiet. far too quiet.
you risked one terrified glance over your shoulder.
he stood exactly where you'd left him, motionless as he watched your retreating form.
not moving a single inch.
then he smiled slowly and all it was was all teeth.
and suddenly he vanished like that between the trees.
you ran harder after that fear and the energy of your run making your body burn because you had never run this fast in your life and the fact that he suddenly disappeared only heightened your feelings.
you were maybe just fifty paces away from the small clearing where you'd planned to sit and stare at the stars before going home.
you could do it. you could do it.
one second passed or so you believed because the next thing you knew, massive arms grabbed your waist so quickly that a startled scream left you as your back slammed into something hard.
the impact stole every bit of your air.
“gotcha.”
he grumbled against your ear as you thrashed hard, knees jerking, palms slapping against him so he'd let you go.
but he didn’t even flinch, instead a laugh vibrated against your back from where his stomach pressed against you.
the vibration was so deep it made your insides quiver.
your fluffy white tail, once something you had secretly been proud of was now crushed painfully between the small of your back and the hardness of his leather clad thigh.
you sobbed as your ears and tail trembled in time with your harsh heartbeats and one of his hands covered your mouth to muffle your scream.
“mmph!”
but it wasn’t necessary anyways because no one could hear you in this deep forest. none of the hybrids would dare visit the forest this late due to the fear of being attacked or eaten.
which you’ve been exactly foolish enough to do so.
everything was too fast, too loud.
he lets you go so suddenly that you lose your balance and fall straight to the grass with a cry.
the ground was covered in dried leaves so it didn’t hurt you much, it was as if he intentionally let you go in this place so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.
but the rational part just found that laughable.
he came here to kill you… why would he not want to hurt you?
the impact still sent a bit of pain radiating on your back but none of it mattered.
none of it could compare to the man in front of you.
yoongi settled over your knees, sinking into the ground on either side of your hips until the outsides of your thighs were bracketed by his legs.
he was so much larger than you had realized in the dark as his broad shoulders blocked out most of the light and the view until all you could see was him.
up close his big scar on the side of his face was even more obscene as the corner of his mouth curled into a snarl as he saw you taking him in.
his black hair hung forward in messy sweaty strands, one lock fell over his left eye.
his eyes held nothing but darkness, no emotion there… it was so cold.
his left hand locks around both your wrists, fingers holding both your wrists together as his right hand still remains sealed over your mouth.
the heel of his hand pressed against your lower lip, forcing your teeth apart just enough that you tasted his skin.
cigarette clean male and also underneath everything something almost like blood that had long since dried but never really washed away.
maybe the blood of those he'd taken the life of and his sins never truly left any part of him and he was now covering you with it as well.
when he finally peeled that hand away, you took in a deep breath that ended more in a sob as your lips tingled where his palm had pressed.
your chest heaved causing your top to ride up and reveal a bit of the skin of your stomach.
yoongi watched it all as if you were some interesting creature that needed to be studied, while his body still remained a respectful distance away even though he had you pinned to the ground.
“found you little bun.”
his thumb still resting on the corner of your mouth, dragged over your cheeks smearing your tears almost gently as he leaned closer, close enough for you to feel the heat off his skin despite the night's chill.
“you're not very good at this game are you?”
your whole body convulsed as your legs jerked uselessly. your tail twitched one against his thigh, that only made his lips curl higher.
“please—”
you pleaded once again as your voice sounded childish.
“please don't—don't kill me p-please. i'll go, i swear i won't come back, i-i'll leave the forest, i'll never—”
your sputtered words didn’t even make sense, most of them getting interrupted by your cries as his grip on your wrists flexed and you wondered if he'd snap them.
he didn’t interrupt you, didn’t laugh, he just watched as he saw you struggling.
you intrigued him.
confused him.
you wondered if he'd kill you anytime now, maybe by getting annoyed of your pleas but he didn’t touch his gun.
your flattened ears still shook as you felt like your heart might just bust out of your chest.
yoongi spoke up but never took his eyes off you as if he couldn’t get enough as if he'd never seen one like you.
“why shouldn’t i?”
the question was asked tenderly as if he were genuinely curious, as if he were asking the question to himself.
because he didn’t wanna kill you.
his free hand traced your cheek before pressing right against your pulse on your throat so he could feel how hard your heart raced.
“give me one good reason, little one.”
his thumb settled beneath your chin, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet those dead eyes.
“come on, tell me.”
“i'm not a patient man.”
your mouth opened and closed frantically as you couldn’t speak at first, only the noises of your wet sobs coming out while he still kept your hands pinned high above your head.
your nails scraped against his knuckles hoping he'd let go but he didn’t budge, he didn’t even tighten his hold because he knew you couldn’t escape his hold.
the pain was nothing to him.
you saw your own reflection staring back at you in his eyes, his thumb absently traced the inside of your wrist
it was as if he himself didn’t seem to notice that he was doing it as though his own body had decided to learn you and your fears on their own.
the gentle motion seemed to make your stomach feel all sorts of funny things that were so far from fear and close to… comfort.
“i-i don’t—i've never hurt anyone.”
you finally managed to answer his question.
“i'm n—not… i just came here to just pick flowers..” you choked out.
the little basket that lay abandoned a few feet away was the proof, with flowers scattered as a humorless sound left him.
“flowers.” he repeated.
with his free hand, he grabbed one of the fallen flowers that was nearby which must have fallen from the basket while you were picking them.
it was a white daisy and he held it between your faces.
“a pretty little thing just like you huh?” he murmurs.
then without warning his fist closed around the flower crushing it, making the petals crumble as he opened his hand again and let the remains flutter down causing them to fall on your body as you watched in terror.
“that's how easy it would be to end you.” he husks out.
“one squeeze and poof, gone just like that.”
you stared at the ruined petals on your skin before your gaze dragged upwards until it locked with his once again.
you gasped as your voice couldn’t find its way out as you bit down hard on your bottom lip to stop your begs and cries.
this caused your teeth to break skin as yoongi's eyes dropped immediately on your mouth, fixating on the tiny bead of blood and the way your lips became swelled.
something twisted deep in his chest.
he didn’t like it, he didn’t like how the sight of your pain pulled something possessive and angry from him.
he didn’t like you in pain not one bit.
he leaned down slowly until his face was inches away from yours, both of you breathing the same air as his breath hit your lips and wet cheeks.
“what's your name bun?” he questioned.
you flinched at the question but you knew very well you had no choice but to answer.
“y-y/n…” you stammered out.
he repeated your name slowly as if tasting it and also committing it to memory as his gaze drifted downward again, lingering on your breasts beneath the thin top.
he especially focused on the silver cross chain that had slipped out as his jaw clenched hard at the sight of it.
“you're so fragile… don’t you know the dangers in this forest? why did you come out here all alone?” he questions.
“you wanted to be caught didn’t you? that's why you were wandering around in the dark.”
your breath hitched as a whimper left you.
you didn’t know how to answer, didn’t know if an answer even existed.
without warning, his hand lifted and he couldn’t help himself after seeing your long ears up close and he brushed the very tip of one bunny ear.
the touch was barely there, yet it felt so intense that you shivered hard as a sharp squeak left your mouth.
“ahh!”
your hips jerked upward without permission chasing the contact.
“sensitive.” he observed.
“i've heard stories about bunnies. never believed they were this bad.”
his fingers slid down the delicate shell of your ear, tracing it and then he pinched the base lightly, just enough pressure to send a jolt straight to your clit as if he were touching that itself.
you keened loudly.
he froze at the noise and groaned.
“fuck.”
he's heard the old stories about how bunny hybrids have the most sensitive ears and tails compared to other hybrid species, how the lightest touch there could unravel them.
he'd killed bunny hybrids before and he'd never bothered with anything to do with them, just one shot with his gun and they were gone.
but now actually feeling it, hearing that tiny helpless sound spill from your lips… it felt like something was trying to escape him that he'd kept locked inside him for years.
his thumb dragged slowly over your ear one last time from the base to the tip, then lower following your head to your cheek and lower… until it came to rest against your bottom lip.
“scared little bunny.” he rasped.
“making those noises for a monster.”
he pressed just enough to part your lips sliding the pad of his thumb barely inside, resting against the wetness of your tongue.
you should have been scared, probably pushed him away and run because you could have done so from the distance between you both.
you didn't.
you looked up at him with glassy eyes that seemed more of need than fear.
you touched him by accident, your tongue giving a flick on his finger making him let out a guttural surprised noise.
the lick almost traveled down to where his cock was already hard, straining against his pants.
he hated you for reducing him to this, hated himself for wanting and needing to hear that sound again.
for one long moment yoongi simply stared down at you, almost angrily as his jaw tensed.
his dark eyes usually so cold and unreadable were blown wide now with so many emotions that even you couldn’t detect it from staring directly at them.
you whimpered against his thumb, lips still parted around it as the digit lingered and you didn’t know what came into you because you gave an involuntary suck.
something raw and painful flickered on his face and he abruptly as though the contact scorched him, yanked his hand free leaving your mouth empty.
he rocked back onto his heels with a growl as he closed his eyes tightly.
“get up.” he ordered.
the warmth that was in his tone was gone and went back to the usual coldness, no trace of the man who was entirely fixated on wanting to devour you.
“go home. don’t come back out here at night ever.”
his gun was back on his waist and he had never once aimed it at you, not when he'd first cornered you, not even when your fear had made you freeze.
he had several perfect chances to end you, but he didn't.
he couldn't.
because the thought of hurting even a strand of your hair made him angry, he would kill himself before he even thought of hurting you.
it made him see red because he wasn’t a weak man like that.
he didn't show mercy.
he could’ve just killed you and left.
but all the feelings you were emitting in him were telling an entirely different story and it was messing up his head.
because all he wanted to do was pick you up throw you on his shoulders and keep you like a treasure.
he wanted you.
wanted to possess you.
and he didn’t even trust himself in your presence right now… because what he could do to you would be worse than killing because he'd never felt this before.
and the way you so innocently sucked on his finger was his final straw.
so he gave you an out.
he wanted you to go back home and away from him.
you blinked up at him in confusion through your unshed tears as to why he was willing to let you go.
why isn’t he killing you?
why did he look like being near you caused him pain?
in your dazed state you tried to process the shift in him and when he suddenly rose up, standing in front of you, the absence of his body heat left you cold that you felt even on the inside.
like he'd brought you warmth you’ve never felt before.
and he was pulling away now.
he looked down at you with a glare as his hand clenched into fists.
“i said go.” he snapped.
his voice cracks and he hates it.
he hated you.
he hated you for making him feel like this.
he couldn’t breathe with you near, he hated how hard his heart pounded at the sight of your tears and how he wanted to wipe them away.
how he wanted to make you cry not from fear but from pleasure.
you tried, god you tried to get up and just go back to your safety, away from him and so far away but you couldn't.
your body remained frozen on the ground as if it itself didn’t wanna leave.
your skirt rides up as you shift causing the edges of your panty to be revealed.
“i…i…”
you couldn’t finish your words because your heart screamed that you didn’t wanna leave.
maybe because somewhere in your soul you already knew that he wouldn’t hurt you.
yoongi exhaled sharply through his nose as he dragged a hand roughly through his hair, tugging at the strands.
“you don’t get it do you?” he hisses.
“i'm not the kind of man who'll let things go. i catch, i kill, i take the money, that's it. that's all it's ever been.”
he gestured wildly toward you.
“and then you come along looking like that, sounding like that, smelling like goddamn heaven and suddenly i can't—”
he cuts himself off as his jaw clenches hard enough for a muscle to tick beneath it.
it hurt to finish the sentence.
you stared up at him, heart pounding.
“you… can't what?”
you didn’t know what you were asking him but just that your question alone held so much hope.
yoongi's gaze snapped up to yours and for the first time tonight you saw something close to human in his eyes… you saw vulnerability.
which proved that he wasn’t as cruel as he believed himself to be and you brought that out of him…
made him feel for the first time in years.
that expression vanished just as soon as as if it hadn’t even been there in the first place, as if he himself were trying to stop that.
“i can't decide whether i want to snap your neck or bury my face between your thighs until you cum all over my tongue.”
your breath simply stopped after hearing that as you felt your pussy throb, slick coating your panties until they clung to your swollen folds.
a quiet whine left you as your thighs squeezed together hard, imagining him doing exactly what he said.
your body was betraying you.
because it wanted him to do every single thing he said he would.
it made your stomach flip in a way that has nothing to do with fear.
“look at you…” he murmurs roughly.
“shaking like a leaf.”
you whimper but there's nowhere to go as your legs fall open almost on their own.
between your thighs you're aching even as tears stream down your face.
he notices.
of course he does.
his gaze drops and lingers on the way your thighs press together, trying to hide the dampness you know is there as he studies the way your panties cling to your mound.
a slow dangerous smile curves on his lips.
“fucking hell..” he breathes.
“scared shitless and still dripping for me. that little cunt of yours doesn’t know what’s good for it does it?”
you sobbed, shaking your head frantically.
“p—please... i—i didn’t mean—”
“didn't mean to get wet?” he cuts you off as he leans closer.
“didn't mean to spread those pretty legs when i pinned you down? didn't mean to let me smell how much you want this even while you're crying?”
his hand moves calloused fingers brushing the inside of your thigh just enough to make you jolt, hips twitching toward the touch before you can stop them.
he laughs meanly.
“pathetic...”
“so fucking pathetic and so fucking perfect.”
he leans down until his mouth is beside your ear, brushing against your lobe.
“listen carefully… i'm gonna give you one last chance to escape little bun.” he rasps.
“one. single. chance.”
your heart thuds so hard you feel like it will burst out of your chest.
“you're going to stand up slowly, turn around and run!” he orders
you blink through tears, confused as your breasts heave.
“w—what?”
“don't make me repeat myself. run as fast as you can.”
he pulls back just enough to meet your glistening eyes.
“if i catch you…”
his tone drops to something almost gentle which makes it so much worse.
“i'm gonna fuck you right here on the forest floor and stuff you full of my cum until the only thing you know how to do is take my cock.”
he's going to do it until even the shape of him will be branded in your pussy.
until you'll even forget your own name.
and he doesn't joke.
your breath hitches eyes widening as another wave of arousal hits you, a droplet of your slick slides down your thigh and he tracks it with hungry eyes.
he wets his bottom lip with his tongue.
excitement fills you despite everything as something hungry coiled inside you as well.
that told you running might lead to something far more exquisite than death.
he was playing with you and you were more than willing to be a part of it.
“b-but—”
“you have ten seconds left and you're still talking.” he interrupts.
“starting now.”
he backs away grabbing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it like he wouldn’t even bother to run.
he had that lazy confidence in him.
which implied that you wouldn’t be able to escape him.
no matter how much you tried.
his gaze fixed on the middle of your thighs where your panty was even more exposed now, on the dark patch of your arousal.
your body's already begging for it, dripping for the monster who's about to hunt it down.
you're making him break all the rules.
“you think i'm bluffing?” he asks when you make no effort to move.
he exhales smoke in the air and you scramble up to your feet shakily, as he watches you stand up.
“make it fun for me yeah? i like a chase, a good chase.”
he didn't any waste further time and started counting.
“nine..” he counts.
“eight… seven…”
“the clock is ticking, bun...”
part of you hopes he catches you because you don't feel like prey.
Summary: When your ex-boyfriend trashes your props for your sorority's Halloween festival. You're about to admit defeat until a certain frat comes to the rescue. Will their Vice President help fix more than the festival? Maybe he will even fix your heart!
Genre: College Romance, Smut, Light Angst
Warnings: Mentions of Cheating (NOT Yoongi), Swearing, Drinking, Explicit Sex, mention of children's hospital.
A/N: Enjoy this little quick little Halloween One-shot. I wrote it in like four days. I wish the inspo would have struck me earlier.
“It's too bad about your festival props.”
You look at your phone clutched tightly in your hand. When you saw your ex-boyfriend's name come across the screen, it made you wish you had blocked him the moment you broke up with him. You wish you could say it was an amicable breakup, but you couldn't.
You had met Bobby through your sorority. He was in one of the more popular frats on campus. Ikon was what a lot of fraternities wanted to be. Good looking and notorious for their wild parties that people would talk about for days after. Everyone knew their names. He, himself, was cute, charming, and easily swept you off your feet when you had met him officially junior year during their annual Halloween Bash. Your best friend Yuna, Vice President of your sorority, had scored the two of you highly sought-after invites to the elite party. He had followed you around his frat house like a lost puppy all night as you were dressed as a barely dressed pirate.
You thought it was cute.
And it was cute.
Until you realized that the longer that you were together, the more unreliable he became. His friends were always more important. His wannabe ‘rap’ career was more important than spending time with you. You should have left the moment he told you that he needed to sell the image of being single to his female ‘fans’ and you couldn't come to the underground club where he would perform and ruin his reputation.
You felt stupid looking back on it now.
You felt even more stupid when an anonymous phone number sent you pictures with Bobby sitting around in that club with girls in his lap. You had confronted him right away. He tried to talk himself out of the situation, but there was no way he could deny what was right in front of him. He couldn't deny that the girls were kissing on his neck. He couldn't deny that his hands were grabbing at certain body parts and holding them close.
He called you jealous and that you need to learn to live with it. He told you that if you wanted to be there with him when he rose to fame. You need to look the other way. You laughed. You laughed hard. You had broken up with him on the spot. You may have went to far by telling him that his rapping sucked and nothing would ever come of it but fuck! You had been pissed.
That was two weeks ago.
Two weeks of no communication. Until this questionable text, that is. You stare at your phone, not understanding what he meant. It wasn't an apology. It wasn't him begging you for forgiveness. It was him being cryptic about decorations.
What do you mean?
You text him back. The text goes through as soon as you hit send, but as you stare, burning holes through your phone, nothing comes back through. He wasn't going to answer.
Bobby, what do you mean?
You chew on your bottom lip and look around your room. Your fingers nervously drum against your phone, pleading to yourself that he will answer you. You didn't want to ask again. You know that's probably what he wants. He wants you to call him. He wants you to beg for his attention, and there was no way you wanted to give into that. You've done a good job at avoiding him on campus. You've taken different and longer routes to class in order to hide from him. You have even given up some of your favorite bars and coffee shops, knowing full well he would be there.
Avoiding him was getting exhausting.
You jump as the sound of your phone chimes disturbs the quietness of your room. You sigh in relief and swipe open your phone, preparing yourself for whatever his answer is. However, it wasn't him. In fact, it was far from him.
Get down to the field now!
Yuna's text sounds urgent.
You hop out of your bed and throw on a sweatshirt with your college's emblem printed on the front. Grabbing your keys off your dresser, you shove them into the front pocket of your sweatshirt and race out of your room.
The field.
The field is where you were going to hold your sorority's annual Family Boo Bash that was held the night before Halloween. The festival has been going on for years. Way before you even thought about joining this school. It was more than just a festival. It was a fundraiser. A fundraiser that you and your sisters and your sisters before you took very seriously.
While you all spent time and effort throwing this Bash. A carnival-like event for families in the surrounding area to have a good time, making fun memories with one another. You also raised money for the local children's hospital. A place where you will also spend many hours volunteering over the course of your collegiate life. Reading to the small children, playing board games with the older ones. It was something your sorority took pride in.
You did this because you loved it. Not because you had to.
However, as you slam your car door shut and back out of the driveway of the sorority house. A huge pit forms in your stomach. Bobby's words in his text hit you full force. He said it was too bad about the festival props. The festival props that you kept in a locked shed down at the field.
What happened?
What did he do?
“Who would do something like this?” Lia, your president asks.
You drop a large chunk of an orange smashed pumpkin onto the ground and look around at the mess that lay before you. Your Boo Bash entry banner was cut to shreds, and the pieces that were still hanging on the thin ropes were swaying lightly with the wind. Mocking you. The homemade booths that you had put together with plywood and some four by fours for the smaller events like the face painting station and the entry ticket sales were broken in half. It was as if someone took a sledgehammer and whacked at them until they collapsed right down the center. Splintering the wood, threatening to poke anyone that touched it.
Your locked shed was broken into. The broken lock laid on the ground cut in half, along with all the styrofoam gravestones that you spent days painting and sculpting. They lay there side by side with missing pieces ripped out of them. The cold October wind took the small scattered parts and carried them across the ground like tumbleweeds until they got stuck in the guts of the smashed pumpkins.
It was gone.
All your hard work that you spent weeks on after school. It was for nothing. There seemed to be nothing salvageable here.
You knew exactly who did this.
“It was iKon,” you say, kicking at the piece of pumpkin that you dropped on the ground.
“That's a big accusation,” Lia says, coming over to stand by you. “How do you know that for sure?”
You pull your phone out of your sweatshirt and open your phone for her. Her eyes scan the text message that your ex had sent you just before Yuna's message. She shakes her head as she looks over the words over and over again. You can see her jaw clenching tightly, taking in the vague but clear to you admission of guilt.
“Bobby did it because he's mad I broke up with him,” you say knowingly. “Nobody else has a reason to do something like this. We were targeted on purpose.”
“Has anyone heard any talk about iKon wanting … revenge against Y/N?” Lia asks, looking around at the other sisters that were standing in the field with the two of you. “Speak now!”
“Come on, ladies,” Yuna says more gently. “This is serious. Someone broke into our stuff and destroyed hundreds of dollars worth of decorations. This affects our whole community, not just us.”
“D.K. said Bobby was super pissed Y/N insulted his rapping,” Ava admits. “He said something about how Bobby wishes he could knock her down a peg or two. Show her what she was missing."
“Why didn't you say something!” Lia snaps at her.
“I didn't think something like this was going to happen,” she defends herself. “I wanted to stay out of it. Bobby is all talk. How was I supposed to know that they would do something like this?”
“I'll deal with you later,”Lia warns her. “We need to figure this out. I refuse to let this be a part of our history. I won't let us be the reason this festival fails for the first time in twenty years.”
“We only have a week,” Yuna says. “There is no way we can recreate all this work on our own. In that short amount of time.”
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath through your nose. This was all your fault. You needed to take charge to figure this out. Your sisters were counting on you. Those children in the hospital were counting on you. However, first, you needed to pay someone a visit. He wanted you to give him your attention.
Well, he was going to get it.
Your feet take off before you can say anything to your fellow sisters. You can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins at the thought of confronting him. You were almost too scared to do it, but you couldn't let him get away with this.
“Y/N, where are you going?” Yuna calls out to your retreating back.
“We will reconvene in an hour. I have something to deal with first,” you call back.
“Don't do anything stupid,” Lia calls next.
You laugh humorlessly to yourself.
It's too late for that.
It didn't take you long to figure out where he was gonna be. Ikon was pretty active on social media. They loved tagging everyone and everywhere they go in their posts. If you had been in your right mind. You would have stopped and thought for a moment when you saw that they were with some other major frat houses from campus. However, you are not in your right mind at the moment. You were too focused on the destruction that they caused and the money they ripped away from the children. You don't care who is gonna see your blow up.
Callahan's was a popular off-campus bar and grille where many of your peers would meet after class. When you stepped into the establishment, it was already crowded, but you weren't going to find them on the main floor. D.K.'s post mentioned something about a meeting of the minds. Your feet carry you through the building to the back where there were private rooms for reserved parties. You knew you hit the jackpot when you found one of their freshmen standing guard at the door.
“You can't go in,” he tells you. “Frat business only. No women allowed.”
“Watch me,” you tell him and push him out of the way, making him stumble off to the side.
You'll feel bad about that later.
Opening the door, you step into the room and slam the door shut behind you. Bobby and his fellow brothers didn't seem surprised to see you by the little smirk on his face. However, the members of EXO and Bangtan seem startled by your dramatic entrance.
“Umm,” Kim Namjoon stands up from where he was sitting at the large group of tables that were pushed together.
“What did you do?” You ask, coming forward, giving the members of iKon your deadliest look and cutting the President of Bangtan off. “What the hell did you do?”
“I don't know what you mean,” Bobby shrugs, almost giving you the picture perfect look of innocence.
“You destroyed everything. Why did you do it?” You yell.
“Sweetheart, you have issues. Don't take them out on us,” Bobby smirks.
“Y/N, go home. You and Bobby are over. Stop making a fool of yourself,” D.K. laughs, causing his member to chuckle with him. “We have more important business to take care of.”
“We should call the police,” you tell them. “You destroyed our property. You caused HUNDREDS of dollars in damage that we can't get back! All because of your pathetic ego.”
Bobby slaps the table with his hands and stands up. Leaning over, he stares at you dead in the eyes.
“Prove it,” he smiles.
Your nostrils flare with anger as you look at him. Your hand shoots out, grabbing a large frothy mug of beer that sat just off of to your side and hurl the light amber liquid at him, hitting him in the face.
Everyone seems to jump up from the table at once. You don't even have time to react when you're being pressed against a body that's backing you away from the group. You don't know if he's trying to protect you or trying to protect the group of men from you.
Jung Hoseok. Bangtans Social Chair. He was pretty skinny. You could take him if you needed to.
“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” Suho's voice calls out over the chaos, but no one pays the EXO President any mind.
“You ruined the festival,” you yell at your ex over Hoseok's shoulder. He was wiping the alcohol from his face with a napkin while trying to avoid looking in your direction. “You took money away from kids! Sick kids in the hospital, you pathetic asshole! How heartless can you be?”
“Get her out of here,” Bobby snaps, throwing the now beer drenched napkin down onto the table.
“You should go,” Hoseok tries to scoot you towards the door.
“I hate you!” You struggle with the Bangtan member, pushing at his shoulders. “You'll get what's coming to you, you untalented, wannabe rapper! Get off me!”
Breaking free, you rip the door open and sprint out of the bar and grille. Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest as you quickly make your escape to your car. You couldn't believe the nerve of him. Trying to make you sound crazy and then not caring about admitting to his actions in front of others.
Fuck him!
Fuck frat boys!
You hit the steering wheel before driving off back out to the field. You don't regret what you did in there. That's a lie. You regret one thing. You wish you would have thrown the mug at him too.
“I still say we call the police,” Lia says as you, her, and Yuna pick up the destruction the best you could under the glow of parking lot lights and moonlight. “What they did was illegal. They shouldn't be able to get away with this.”
“They will just deny it,” you say, throwing the styrofoam painted headstones into a large plastic garbage bag. “It would be our word against theirs. We don't have any actual proof that it was them that broke into the shed and did the damage. It's not like we have cameras out here.”
“How are we going to fix this?” Yuna questions. “Do you know how much we spent on those pumpkins alone? We spent days painting that banner!”
“I know,” you say softly. “I'm sorry.”
“It's not your fault that Bobby is a fucking psyco,” Lia tells you. “We don't have time to try and raise money for replacements. How much money do you think we can beg our parents to give us?”
“Fucking dammit!” You exclaim and take a closer look at some of the square hay bales sitting by the shed. “They cut into the hay.”
You reach into the bale and pull out two handfuls of hay and look at your friends. Lia drops her garbage bag and stares you defeated. Your hands go limp at your sides as you continue to clutch the pale yellow strands tightly in your fists.
You don't think you can take it anymore. Opening your hands, you let the yellow fibers drift away in the breeze. You are about to open your mouth to apologize again when several beams of headlights suddenly skate across the open field before coming to a stop when the drivers of the cars park next to your own vehicles. The three of you turn your attention to the new visitors and watch as they get out of their vehicles one by one.
“Is that Bangtan?” Yuna asks in a hushed tone.
“Why would Bangtan be here?” Lia questions just as quietly. “We've never really had business with them before.”
“They were there at Callahan's when I made a scene,” you admit. “I threw one of their beers. Shit, what if they turn me into the council and we get fined?”
“Then I will raise hell about this,” Lia promises.
The three of you grow quiet as the seven men approach you. Their forms almost look a little intimidating with the backdrop of their glaring headlights. You gnaw nervously on your bottom lip as they get closer to your waiting figures.
“Namjoon,” Lia says politely as they come to a stop in front of the three of you.
“Lia,” he nods and looks over at you briefly.
“What can we do for you?” She asks, crossing her arms.
“Well after a very enlightening meeting today,” he looks at you again while a couple members chuckle before getting slapped on the back of the head. “We have come to you with a … proposal.”
“What kind of proposal?” Yuna asks.
“We normally fundraise for the food bank downtown, but since that has closed recently. We have yet to choose our new philanthropy for the year. We would like to help you fix your event, and in return, we call it a co-fundraiser,” he explains.
“Do you know what exactly you're helping with?” You ask. “Have you ever been to one of our Boo Bash Events?”
“I have,” Jungkook says. “It's like a carnival … minus the rides.”
“And by the looks of it,” Jin says, looking around. “You need a lot of help.”
“They really did destroy everything, didn't they?” Hoseok asks, picking up the same piece of pumpkin you had picked up and discarded earlier.
“We don't have much of a budget left,” Lia tells him.
“We have plenty,” Namjoon promises.
“We can make it bigger and better than before,” Jungkook says. “You'll need it with all the extra people we can bring in.”
“With what time?” You ask, throwing your hands up in the air. “We have a week before the festival. This is going to be impossible.”
“A week and a whole new group of help,” Taehyung smiles.
“Let's do this,” Namjoon says. “First, we make a group text with ten of us. We will spearhead this and direct our respective houses in their assigned tasks. Second, this is our lives for the next six days. Cancel any and all personal plans you have going on outside of school. We are only going to pull this off if we all work together.”
“But I have a date this weekend,” Jimin complains.
“Reschedule,” Yoongi tells him, causing Jimin to grumble before agreeing.
“Why are you helping?” You ask.
“Like you said,” Hoseok smiles sadly. “It's for the kids.”
“And we hate iKon,” Yoongi shrugs.
“Both of our houses are in a little bind right now and can help each other out. Do we have a deal,” Namjoon asks, looking between the three of you.
You, Yuna, and Lia all look at each other. You knew that you didn't really have any other choice. Without them and their help, you would most definitely fail and let the children's hospital down. You would singlehandedly ruin your sisterhood's legacy of this festival. You give your two friends the slightest of nods.
“We have a deal,” Lia agrees.
Namjoon reaches his hand out. Lia looks at it for a moment before she takes it in her own as they shake on it, sealing your fate. You were going to have to trust some more frat boys. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you had to save this Halloween festival. After all, it was for the kids.
*
Bangtan's frat house was actually pretty clean. Every time you went over to the iKon house, it was always cluttered with messes everywhere and had a slight smell to it. You never could figure out where that smell came from. You wonder for a moment if the members of Bangtan happened to clean up before you, Yuna, and Lia came over for your first meeting or if it was always this clean.
It didn't smell at all in here.
“Okay, Y/N,” Lia looks at you. “What do we have for the festival that's ready to go?”
“Food trucks are all ready to go. I called them all last night and made sure to tell them not to talk to anyone but me concerning the festival. I made the same call to the tent and table rentals. We have string lights in my closet that are safe for the different stations. We also have some skeletons and bats that are untouched at the house as well. Finally, the game prizes are safe, but some of the games were ruined that were in the shed.”
"Popcorn and cotton candy machines are safe as well," Lia adds.
“We still have money in our budget but we were saving that for candy,” Yuna says looking at her binder. “And we still need to pay for the cider and donuts at pick up.”
“So, we need a new banner and new games,” Hoseok says, making everyone nod.
“And paint for the banner because we used it all,” Lia adds.
You watch Jin make a list on a large white board that he wheeled into the dining room where you all were currently sitting.
“Pumpkins,” Jimin says.
“Hay bales,” Jungkook adds. “We need more than what you had. I think we should have enough for kids to be able to climb on. Maybe we can add some slides that they can slide down.”
“That will be your task,” Namjoon tells him. “Find a company that rents slides.”
“What about those booths that were ruined?” Yoongi asks. “Is any of the wood salvageable because that would save a lot of money for a rebuild?”
“I'm not sure. I can go look when we are done here,” you answer, making him nod. “I'll need to remake the faux headstones. I did it out of styrofoam. It's a pretty cheap replacement but there were a lot of them.”
“Is there anything you guys want to add to the festival?” Yuna asks the group. “We can always update our online event flier.”
“Can we add a pumpkin carving contest?” Taehyung asks. “They can bring in a pumpkin that's already carved, and we can charge a fee for submission that will go right into the donations. “Our Presidents and Vice Presidents can judge it while some freshmen watch over the table for security purposes.”
“That's not a bad idea,” Lia nods, sounding impressed.
“It sounds terrible," Yoongi the Vice President grumbles under his breath, making you smile slightly.
“I'll update the event and blast it everywhere tonight,” Yuna says.
“We should have multiple photo ops,” Jimin adds. “ We can have one area with pumpkins and some flannel blankets. Another area can have skeletons or ghosts. If there's one thing a mom and college kids love. It's a good picture opportunity.”
“Jimin, you're in charge of staging for photos,” Namjoon instructs, making Jimin nod in agreement.
“What about music?” Jin looks back at your seated group. “Did you plan on having music playing?”
“Bobby was supposed to do that for me,” you slump down in your seat. “He was going to hook up some speakers and make a playlist.”
“I'll do it,” Yoongi offers, and Jin makes a note of it on his whiteboard. “I have extra speakers we can use.”
“Okay, let's break up into groups and start buying the supplies we need,” Namjoon tells everyone. “Y/N, check on the wood and try to figure out how much we need. I'll see if anyone works or has a parent that works anywhere that can get us a discount if needed.”
“I'll go with her,” Yoongi volunteers.
“We will keep each other updated in the group chat,’ Lia claps her hands together once. “Let's get started.”
“The four by fours are fine, and the hardware seems to be holding up. Nothing is bent, and it's pretty sturdy ” Yoongi tells you as he inspects the damage to the homemade facepainting station. “We will need a new plywood top. The other booth on the far end has two cracked sides. Those will have to be replaced as well. Unfortunately, the one in front is completely gone.”
You jot the notes down in a small notebook before shoving it in the back pocket of your jeans.
“We need to look at the games,” you walk over to the shed that now had a replacement lock on it. Taking the key out of your bag, you pop the lock and open the door. The new light of the day gave you a better insight at how much your ex had ruined. All the empty tin cans that you didn't check before were flattened and unusable. The burlap sacks for the potato sack race that you painted colorful monsters on all had slits down the middle.
It was just another punch in the gut.
“I give up,” you whisper, pushing past Yoongi to get out of the shed. “Everytime I look at something, I find something else wrong.”
“Why?” Yoongi asks. “We only need like ten cans. We can have soup for dinner, and I can give you the cans in the morning. Problem solved.”
“Problem not solved! Look around. Do you honestly think we can get everything done in 6 days?” You ask.
“I don't know,” he admits. “But we won't know until we try, I guess. Not that it's any of my business, but what in hell happened? You two always walked like everything was perfect.”
“Obviously not,” you snap a little but feel guilty about your harsh tone right away. “I found some things out and broke up with him for it. I may have said something that he didn't like, and I'm pretty sure that's why he did what he did.”
“Let me guess,” Yoongi smirks. “Did you insult his rapping skills?” You purse your lips, looking away, refusing to answer. “Because you would not be wrong. He acted like a damn child when he lost his battles. I always wondered why you didn't show up with him.”
“I wasn't allowed to,” you still couldn't look at him. “He told me I would ruin his reputation.”
There's a silence that passes between the two of you. Yoongi makes a scoffing noise, and you finally look at him to see him shaking his head.
“He's even more of an idiot than I thought,” he says.
“What?” You question.
“Nothing,” he gives you a quick smile.
“Why are you guys seriously helping us out?” You ask him. “We have had plenty of opportunities to do philanthropy work together in the past, but we never have. Why now?”
“You heard Joon,” he tells you. “We needed a new charity, and you needed help. Some of the guys are suckers for girls when they're upset.”
“I wasn't that upset,” you deny.
“I think you owe Kook a beer,” he jokes.
You hide your smile by turning and shutting the doors to the shed and locking it again.
“Let's get everything sent into the chat,” you tell him, changing the subject. “I'll get the new styrofoam for the headstones and start sculpting them tonight.”
“Hey,” Yoongi says softly, making you look at him over your shoulder. “We will get it done.”
You give him a small smile.
You hope he's right.
*
Ava was placed on probation.
Lia and Yuna didn't trust that she didn't have a hand in feeding the members of iKon information of when they would have the opportunity to strike. They demanded she cut all ties to the now rival house and D.K, but she was holding out and refusing. While you couldn't actually kick her out of the sorority or even the house. Everyone voted that she was not to be involved in the new festival.
She blamed you, of course.
You think she had no one to blame but herself.
The sorority house was now tense when she was around. No one wanting to say anything to her in fear it would get back to iKon. You kind of wished she would just stay over at their place. Your relationship with her was fractured, and you didn't know if with or want to fix it. However, it was the least of your problems.
“You fuck up our relationship and now your fucking up your bond with your so called sister,” Bobby says as he catches up to you leaving your lecture hall. “You're just winning at the moment, aren't you? I'm sure you're probably going against some kind of code for ostracizing her.”
“Why don't you just leave me alone?” You ask him as you stop walking to look at him.
“You're the one who sought me out and threw a drink at me,” he laughs. “So, who should leave who alone?”
“You're the one who acted like a toddler who destroyed things when he didn't get his way,” you snap. “Just forget about me and go bother someone else.”
“Not until you apologize,” he tells you.
“For what?” You glare at him.
“For trying to embarrass me in front of EXO and fucking Bangtan,” he gets close to your face.
“I don't have to try,” you laugh. “You are embarrassing.”
“Everything, okay here?” Yoongi's voice breaks through the tension.
“Perfect,” Bobby sneers, eyes never leaving you.
“Ready to go?” Yoongi asks, looking down at you, and you nod in response.
You have no idea what he is talking about.
“What's this?” Bobby's fingers wags between you and the Bangtan member. “Since when do you two have business together?”
“This is none of your business,” you smile. “Let's go.” You adjust your bag on your shoulder and let Yoongi lead the way out to the parking lot. “Where are we going?”
“To pick up the wood,” he informs you. “Joon got us a discount, and it's supposed to rain the next couple of days. We need to get the booths rebuilt fast.”
“Great, just great,” you sigh.
“You just moved it,” he sighs, putting the drill down and fixing the wood in your hands.
“I did not,” you argue. “I was holding it still.”
“I can clearly see the edges are not lining up,” he tells you. “Press against it harder and stop shaking.”
“I'm afraid you're going to slip and drill a hole in my hand,” you snap.
“I'm not going to drill a hole in your hand,” he snaps back.
“Well how do I know that!” You exclaim. “You could miss the screw and get me instead.”
Yoongi stands up and starts pacing while occasionally rolling his head around his shoulders. His silverish hair flops around the headband wrapped around his forehead. You watch as his shoulders start to shake as he laughs to himself.
“I need you to trust me,” he stops pacing and looks at you. “We are not going to get anywhere if you don't trust me and stop moving around. You and I are the only ones available right now to do this, and we have to get this done.”
“Okay,” you say softly. “I'm sorry. Let's try it again.”
Yoongi comes back down to his previous position, kneeling down on the ground next to you on his knees. Placing the wood meant for the side of the ticket booth upright. He takes your hand in his, placing it where he wants it.
“Keep your hand here and put your other hand toward the bottom corner,” he instructs, and you slide your free hand into position. “It's going to be awkward, but I'm going to scooch under you and attach the bottom first.”
“O..Okay,” you blink rapidly.
You press against the wooden sides and try to stay as still as possible. Yoongi moves quickly, maneuvering himself under your own kneeling form. Soon, a piercing sound screams out from under you as the screw bites into the wood, securing itself.
“Don't move,” he tells you, words slightly hard to understand with the metal screws tucked between his lips.
Soon, the same high-pitched sound comes to life again before he comes out from underneath you, and his hand is taking over for your own. You back away, moving out his way so he can secure the top.
“Do you think the rain will ruin the paint?” You ask as he finishes up on the first side. “I don't want to waste any more money on it if we don't have to.”
“I don't think so,” he shakes his head. “We can get some tarps just in, though, if you want. Kook can drop some off to us.”
“No,” you reply and move to the opposite side to wait for him. “Thank you.” His head pops over the side of the booth to give you a look. “For helping. You could have just let us drown, but you didn't.”
“Save the sappiness for when we actually pull this off,” he smirks. “Until then, grab the next piece of wood.”
Rolling your eyes, you lift the next large piece of wood to hold against the booth. This time, he didn't need to remind you to remain still.
“What is that?” You laugh and point at his painting.
“It's an apple,” he replies, looking at his piece of art.
“It looks like a cherry,” you snigger. “Try to make it fatter.”
“It's an apple,” he argues. “People are going to know it's an apple. It's a literal sign for cider and donuts.”
“It still looks like a cherry,” you argue back as you go to reach in his direction. “Let me fix it.”
“No!” He exclaims, picking up his piece of wood for the signage. “It's mine. I've kept my mouth shut about your crooked lines on your ticket paintings.”
You look down at your own sign and roll your lips between your teeth. He was right. You couldn't draw a straight line to save your life.
“It has character,” you say in defense of your painting.
“Well, so does my cherry/apple,” he says back. Laughing, you turn back to your own sign to finish outlining your letters. “How come we never hung out before? I mean, our houses have done plenty of events together during rush week, but we never really got to know one another.”
“I don't know,” you admit. “I guess most of my sisters were always involved with other guys from other frats. So, we just gravitated toward them.”
“How in the hell did someone like you date Bobby?” He asks next with a slight laugh.
“What does that mean?” You question.
“No, it's just,” he puts his brush down and looks down in thought. “Bobby is a dick and you. Well, you always seemed so nice. I actually thought people were joking when I heard you two got together.”
“What is your problem with Bobby anyway?” You ask.
“I used to be pretty good friends with him,” he explains. “iKon and Bangtan used to be close houses. Going into sophomore year, he and I got into the whole underground rapping thing. We teamed up, did it together, and we were good. Until he turned on me one night on stage, completely blindsiding me. After that, we started competing against each other, and I refused to ever lose to him.”
“Did you?” You ask.
“Nope,” he answers with a shake of his head.
“He never mentioned anything about all that,” you tell him. “I didn't know you used to be friends.”
“I'm not surprised,” he laughs humorlessly. “It doesn't make him look good. Just like you calling him out in front of everyone didn't make him look good, and now he won't let it go. He tried to turn other frats against us when he kept losing to me, and he destroyed all your hard work when you hurt his pride.”
“But, nobody hates Bangtan,” you tell him. “You guys are like the saints of fraternity row.”
“I said he TRIED,” he says again. “It didn't work. We have too many friends. Good, strong connections within our community.”
“Well… why didn't you warn me about him,” you joke.
“Would you have believed me if I had?” He asks, and you shrug a singular shoulder. “He’s not worth getting upset over.”
“Did you know that he was cheating on me with the girls that would go and see him perform?” You ask him.
“I never stuck around after the winners were announced,” he tells you. “I also stopped going months ago. I wanted to focus on senior year instead of some stupid rap battle.”
“You're not trying to become the next famous rap sensation?” you tease. “Collecting groupies left and right?”
“Absolutly not,” he pulls a face. “I never messed around with any of those girls. Not my type.”
“What's your type then,” you ask.
“..... I'm not sure,” he says after a moment. “I guess I'm still trying to figure that out. What about you?”
“I guess I'm in the same boat as you,” you throw your paint brush down as you look over your sign. “I know wannabe rapping frat boys are not it.”
“Don't lump us all together,” he smirks.
“Fair,” you laugh. “I think we're done for the night. We can attach these when they're dry. Hopefully, we can get it done before it rains.”
“Is there anything else you need?” He asks, standing up and stretching out his back.
“Nope,” you shake your head. “I have some homework to get done and then just some small things I can do back at the sorority house.”
“Well, if you need anything. You can get my number from the group chat,” he tells you. “Don't be afraid to use it.”
“Thanks,” you smile at him and give an audible sigh. “It still looks like a cherry.”
“It's fine!” He throws his hands up in exasperation.
Laughing, you start to pick up your mess. Maybe he was right.
You shouldn't lump them all in together.
*
“This originally is what it should have looked like with everything set up,” Lia says as she projects a map onto the Bangtan white board.
“We can put Jungkooks mountain of hay bales in the corner here.” You take a marker and make a written note on the board. “And the slides can come out here and here. That way, it's by the food truck that sells hamburgers, and it also has a hot chocolate station close by.”
“Photo op one will be by the graveyard here,” Jimin takes the marker from you and makes his own marking. “And the second one will be set up behind the face painting station. We will make some walls with some hay bales in order to separate the two.”
“I have plenty of skeletons and bats left over from last year. You can go through and use what you want,” you tell him. “Where is the pumpkin carving contest going to take place?”
“It should go on the opposite side of Jungkook's slide,” Taehyung says. “It's probably safer that way. Less kids running around.”
Lia nods, making a spot on the new ‘map’ for the pumpkin carving contest.
“Do we have a coffee station?” Hoseok asks. “I see cider and hot chocolate, but I don't see coffee. I feel like we should get a coffee station, especially for the parents. We have room up front by the tickets for one.”
“What's your budget look like?” Yuna asks Jin, who immediately looks at his binder and nods.
“We can probably do it,” he answers. “I can try to make some calls today.”
“Is everyone happy with this?” Lia asks the group but looks specifically at Namjoon.
“We're not overcrowding the area by adding new features, are we?” He asks, worry clear in the tone of his question.
“Not at all,” Yuna assures him. “We have plenty of room. It's a lot bigger in person.”
“I'm happy with it,” he nods, taking a picture of the map with his phone.
“Perfect,” Lia smiles. “Yuna and I are going to work on the welcome banner. The hay bales are going to be delivered tomorrow along with the slides. Y/N you're staying and working on the headstones.” You nod confirming the plans. “Good, this is good. I think we might actually pull this off.”
You think so too.
“R.I.P Jeon Jungkook,” you read off the headstone that Taehyung was lettering with black paint. “Died from eating too much.”
Jungkook's head snapped over to the two of you with a mouth full of noodles looking offended while Taehyung and Jimin laughed. You smile and reach for one that was done before you had sat down. Raising your eyebrow, you look at Jimin.
“R.I.P Jimin. Died from falling out of a chair,” you read. "And breaking his neck."
“We all have one,” Taehyung says. “I want to give us our own little graveyard.”
“That's a little morbid,” you laugh, turning to the faux headstone in front of you and painting on a fake name.
“We can give one to your boyfriend too,” Jimin laughs.
“Ex-boyfriend,” you correct. “I have a feeling you would be mean. I'm not trying to be mean. I'm trying to get him to leave me alone.”
“Untalented, wannabe rapper isn't mean?” Jimin asks, giving you a look.
“It's the truth,” you say, defending yourself.
“Okay,” Taehyung smirks, picking up a new headstone and taps his chin with his paint brush in thought. “How about, here lies Bobby. Annihilated by Agust D.”
“Who,” you ask while the guys laugh. “Don't cause any problems.”
“Yoongi,” Taehyung supplies for you. “Agust D was his stage name. You never heard of his….”
“TONGUE TECHNOLOGY!” They all sing out at the same time.
“Ooookaaay, where is Yoongi anyway?” You sigh, unsure if you want to know what they were talking about.
“Library,” Hoseok answers. “Probably going to have to pull an all-nighter. He waited too long to finish a paper.”
“He should have finished it the other night, but instead, he stayed out with someone painting signs and building booths,” Jungkook gives you a look.
“I didn't make him do that,” you reply. “He said we were the only ones available to do it.”
The men at the table all look at one another in confusion. Jimin quickly wipes the look off his face and smiles at you.
“Right,” he nods. “We had to help with …. something else.”
You look at him skeptically as your hand reaches for another prop.
Why was this weird?
“So, I have a new fear that needs to be addressed,” you tell them. “What's going to stop iKon from repeating their actions when we get everything set up down there. Right now, things are safe here at your place, but we have to set up the night before the festival.”
“Well, we can rotate the younger member out to keep guard all night,” Taehyung suggests.
“They can do four hour shifts in groups of five,” Hoseok adds. “They can keep each other awake.”
“We will probably be out there late,” you shrug. “We will probably only need two shifts. Whoever volunteers, the sisters and I will put a little thank you gift together for them.”
“Do you think they will cause problems now that we are onto them?” Jungkook questions. “I mean, even EXO has been distancing themselves, I guess. They were going to do a joint Halloween Extravaganza, but EXO pulled out.”
“I feel sick all of a sudden,” you slouch down in your seat.
“They would be stupid to try and do something,” Hoseok tries to calm you down. “Too many eyes are on them.”
Taehyung grabs a faux gray painted headstone and looks seriously at you.
“R.I.P. Y/N,” he tilts his head examining you. “Worried herself to death.”
Thanks Taehyung!
A shake of your shoulder has you popping your eyes open. You didn't mean to fall asleep after you sent the guys to bed. You were surprised that they said you could stay as long as you wanted to work on finishing the headstones. You had intended to only work for one more hour. However, your drooping eyelids got the best of you.
Sitting upright in the kitchen chair, the paint brush stuck to your face falls, clattering onto the kitchen table. Yoongi chuckles slightly as he watches you rub your face, trying to wake up. You blink rapidly and reach for your phone to see it was well past one in the morning.
“Sorry, I'll clean up and go home,” you clear your throat.
“Leave it,” he shakes his head. “You can't drive home if you're that tired.”
“I'm fine,” you argue.
“No,” he shakes his head. “Come on, you can take my room, and I'll sleep on the couch.”
“I'm not going to kick you out of your room,” you look at him like he is crazy but the look he sends back almost makes you shrink back into the chair. “Okay, thank you.”
Jerking his head toward the kitchen door, you get up from the table and scoot the chair under the table. Following him up the stairs, you enter the bedroom all the way down at the end of the hall. Right away, you can tell it wasn't a fluke that their house seems to always be clean. His room was neat. While his desk seemed to be cluttered with papers and notebooks everything else was taken care of. He even had a dirty clothes basket and it wasn't overflowing with clothes falling over onto the floor.
“Here,” he opens his dresser, pulling out a shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants for you. “You'll probably be more comfortable sleeping in these than your clothes. You can use my bathroom. There's extra toothbrushes in the top cabinet.”
“Thanks,” you take his clothes from him and stand in the middle of his room awkwardly as he heads to the door to give you your privacy. “Agust D.”
He stops and whips around to look at you. You cover your mouth with his shirt trying to cover the small giggle wanting to escape your throat.
His shirt smells really good.
“Please tell me that they didn't show you videos,” he glares at you.
“There's videos?” You question with a smile, dropping the shirt from your face and holding it to your chest. “Will I be able to witness this … tongue technology?”
“No,” he replies simply.
“Hey,” you sway a little side to side nervously. “Have you started the playlist yet?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Did … did you want to check it out? My stuff is downstairs. I can go grab it. Unless you're too tired, then it can wait.”
“No … I mean … yeah,” you grimace. “Yes, I want to see what you have come up with.”
“Okay,” he nods again and rubs the back of his neck. “I'll give you a moment to get changed, and I'll be right back.”
You feel your face heat up as he scurries out of his room and shuts the door securely behind him. You don't know if it's a bad idea to spend some time alone this late at night with a guy you hardly knew all alone in his room. You didn't feel unsafe. Not at all. You just didn't expect the want you felt when it came to the prospect of spending time with him.
You hurry to his bathroom and find the light switch, turning it on. When you look in the mirror, you are horrified by the streaks of dried black paint on your face from falling asleep on the paint brush. Wetting your fingers, you wipe at your face quickly, trying to scrub the marks away. You can't believe he wouldn't say anything. Maybe you're happy that he didn't. You probably would have been too embarrassed and definitely would have left, driving yourself back home.
You didn't want to go back home and that kind of scared you.
Getting to know and talking with Yoongi has been nice. Getting to know Bangtan all around has been nice. You wish you had been friends with them from the beginning, but you never really knew how to approach them. While you have never heard anything bad about them, they just always seemed unapproachable. Like you needed some secret password to enter their inner circle. However, the more time you spend with them. The more you find out you were wrong about them. They weren't untouchable. They were kind. They were helpful. They were the complete opposite of iKon in all the best ways.
You just hope that you can continue to get to know Yoongi …. all of them after this festival is over. You feel like you can do great things together. Things iKon would never care about. Afterall, coming together is about the kids and you were going to make sure this senior year, you were going to do the best you could for them.
And you weren't going to let your breakup or a little gremlin of a crush get in the way of that.
You sit on his bed, propped up against the wall when the small knock on the door has you suddenly feeling nervous. Butterflies in your stomach flap their wings rather aggressively as the palms of your hands start to sweat. You didn't even feel this way toward Bobby. No matter how charming he was. Thinking back on that now. That should have been a massive red flag, but you got too caught up in the moment a popular guy on campus was attracted to you to pay that close attention.
“Come in,” you call softly, not wanting to wake anyone if they were sleeping just down the hall.
Yoongi opens the door and enters the room with his laptop tucked under his arm. As he shuts the door, he turns to you, looking just as nervous as you feel. His eyes go to his desk and then to the empty spot next to you on his bed. You give him a small smile and pat the spot beside you.
“So,” he clears his throat. “I have about an hour's worth of music on a playlist. I don't know how long you want me to make it.”
Yoongi settles on the bed, leaving some distance between the two of you as he opens his computer and logs into his account. You try to discreetly look over at him before scooting a bit closer to him so you can get a better look at his screen. He clicks open his app and opens a playlist labeled Halloween Fest.
“How did you even find enough songs that even fit a Halloween theme to last an hour?” You ask as your eyes take in the list of songs.
“I just searched for family Halloween and saved songs from various playlists,” he shrugs. “There's a lot of songs from soundtracks on here. Turns out Halloween isn't that popular of a holiday for music,” he bites his lower lip.
“An hour should be good, right?” you ask, your eyes drawn to his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “We just repeat it.”
“There were some songs that I skipped over,” he looks at you, and you quickly look back at his screen. “I can add them. I'll do some more searching tomorrow and try to make it longer. We don't want to bore anyone who might stay over an hour.”
“I used to love this movie growing up,” you say, pointing at his screen.
He clicks on the song, and the title soundtrack song from the movie fills his room. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder, taking in the sound of your childhood.
“It was me,”he said softly, causing you to look up at him.
“What was you?” You ask.
“Someone sent me the pictures with Bobby and those girls asking if he was suddenly single,” he says. “I got your number off someone and sent you the pictures using an app to block my number.”
“What?” You sit up straight.
“You deserved better than him,” he tells you. “You deserved to know.”
“Why didn't you just tell me in person?” You question. “Why did you hide who you were?”
“Because the last thing I wanted was for him to convince you I was lying to you because of our past,” he explains.
“I thought you didn't know he was cheating on me?” You furrow your brow at him.
“I didn't,” he shakes his head. “Not until those pictures were sent to me, and I immediately sent them to you. Please don't be mad at me.”
“Is that why you're so adamant about helping?” You back away, your butterflies dying at the realization of why he was spending time with you. “Do you have a guilty conscience?”
“No!” He waves his hands.
“Because, this fundraiser is super important. The children's hospital is really important to me,” you tell him, and he nods. “I want you guys helping because you care.”
“I know,” he agrees. “And we WANT to help. I promise we really do want to help, and we have plans to continue to help after this. Yes, I feel bad that if I hadn't exploded your relationship, we wouldn't be scrambling right now, but Bangtan …. I would have always helped if you needed it.”
You look down at your lap. Your fingers play with the hem of his shirt.
“How are you so sure that I deserve better than him?” You ask. “I could be an even worse person than him.”
“Last year, we had a member whose father was in a bad accident, and his mother was sick at the time,” Yoongi explains. “When word got out. You jumped right in and collected money by doing a bake sale for him without him knowing it was for him. You did something before we even could, and then you gave the money to Jin and told him to say it was an anonymous donation.”
“I remember,” you nod.
“Well, Bangtan remembers too,” he says. “You're not a bad person, Y/N. You're a good person with a kind heart.”
Your heart stutters for a moment, and a lump forms in your throat.
Throwing your arms around him, his computer falls off his lap, landing softly onto the bed. Yoongi tentatively wraps his arms around you as well. You place your lower face against his shoulder and close your eyes. It felt like that was the assurance you were waiting for. This mess wasn't your fault. This mess wasn't Yoongi's fault. It was Bobby's and Bobby's alone, and now you were going to stop feeling bad about it.
“Thank you,” you mumble into his shoulder.
“For what?” He asks softly, rubbing your back through his shirt.
“For everything,” you smile.
*
“That's forty bags of candy,” Yoongi eyes dart between the two carts. “There is no way we are going to go through forty bags of candy.”
“Well, we had thirty last year, and we almost ran out,” you tell him and check the store flyer to make sure you got the right amount for the sale. “And according to Jungkook. Having you all there will bring in more people, which means we need more candy. Maybe we should get another ten bags.”
“What about animal crackers?” Taehyung asks, holding up a big box of crackers.
“Why do we need that?” Yoongi questions.
“Babies can't have candy,” he answers.
“That's a fair point,” you nod. “Ask the chat.”
Taehyung whips his phone out as you smile at his enthusiasm. Yoongi sighs and acts annoyed that he got roped into going candy with the two of you. Something definitely shifted between the two of you since the night you slept in his bed.
He had stayed true to his word, sleeping on the couch after making sure his bedroom door was locked for you. Although it had only been two days, he was more open to texting you one on one instead of the group chat and walking you to your car when you were done with class for the day. He said he just wanted to make sure a certain someone wasn't going to bother you, but a part of you knew better, or at least you hoped so. You hoped that he was doing it to actually spend some time with you because he was feeling the same sort of small spark that you were.
If not.
You'll just play it off as a stupid crush that you got caught up in during a moment of weakness and move on, but you really hope you don't have to do that.
You REALLY hope you don't have to do that!
“Jin said, get four boxes,” Taehyung pumps his fist in victory.
Laughing, you place two boxes into your almost overflowing cart and toss two to Yoongi, who does the same.
“Well, well, well,” D.K. says, coming up to the three of you. “What do we have here?”
“It looks like someone is buying candy for a party,” Bobby says, approaching from the opposite end of the aisle.
“Sure does,” D.K. agrees with his frat brother
“Well it's good to know that between the two of you, you have one brain cell,” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Come on, let's get out of here and go pay.”
“It would be a complete shame if someone threw a much more … enticing fundraiser for the students on campus the night before Halloween,” Bobby smiles.
“One that they wouldn't have to spend with little kids and face painting,” D.K. adds.
“You wouldn't,” you shake your head.
“Wouldn't what?” Bobby frowns rather dramatically. “Be charitable. You don't own the night before Halloween, Y/N. Anyone can throw a fundraiser that night.”
“Yeah, anyone that's a vindictive asshole,” Yoongi throws in, and instead of your ex getting mad, he actually laughs. “You already throw a party on Halloween. You don't need one the night before.”
“You know, Yoongi,” Bobby clicked his tongue. “I'll admit you have bested me a lot. However, there is one thing you'll never have over me.”
“What's that?” He asks, crossing arms with a sigh like he didn't care about the answer.
“How's my leftovers?” Bobby smirks as he his eyes glance your way.
Yoongi tries to step forward, but Taehyung is quick to grab the back of his sweatshirt and pull him back. Your face heats in embarrassment at the implication of the accusation that was thrown at the two of you. Although you haven't officially moved on yet. You hated that he tried to make you feel bad about doing so after what he has done to you.
“As much fun as this little chat was,” D.K. says. “We need to get big people party favors. Hope you enjoy your candy and cookies. Our guests will enjoy alcohol.”
“See ya around,” Bobby winks at you.
Yoongi shakes himself loose from his friend and looks at you. You were still staring in the direction that your ex-boyfriend just walked off to.
“I think we need to call a meeting,” Taehyung says, making you nod.
“Let's pay and get the hell out of here,” Yoongi rolls his shoulders.
He pushes his cart and heads out of the aisle. Using what little muscles you had, you push your own cart right behind him. You should have known things were going a little too well.
One step forward, two steps back.
“Howl-O-Ween,” Lia reads off the colorful flier in her hands. “Come raise funds for the little fur babies at Hope's Hounds Animal Shelter.”
“Ten dollars at the door for all you can eat food and drinks,” Jimin reads after snatching the paper out of her hands. “Party all night with iKon for a good time. It will be a night you won't forget.”
“Who has a house party for a fundraiser?” Jin asks, confused by what was just read outloud. “That can't be allowed. Can it?”
“Is it really going to affect us?” Hoseok asks. “It's just a glorified house party. They can only fit so many people in there.”
“All you can eat food and alcohol,” Jungkook answers. “For only a ten dollar donation at the door. Yeah, that's going to affect us.”
“Yeah,” Tae agrees. “Our prices are reasonable, but let's face it. A bunch of college kids would probably rather party with a bunch of college kids than pay to do family events.”
“What time is their party?” Namjoon asks. Yuna looks at the flier and gives him a look. “The same time.”
“I mean, who wants to get drunk at five pm?” Jimin asks. “That alone should chase people away.”
“Why can't we go around and discourage people from going?" Taehyung asks.
“Because that will make us look bad,” you answer. “We know damn well they don't care about making that party a fundraiser, but we will look jealous if we try to stop it.”
“We might have to come up with a new tactic,” Yoongi says. “We need to try and guarantee student attendance.
“How do we do that?” Lia asks.
“Hear me out,” he says. “I say we try to presell tickets to students at a slightly discounted rate. Make it cash only and non-refundable. We will send … certain members here at the table out to sell them and if they decide not to come. Oh well, we made the sale. ”
“So you want us to flirt with girls to get them to come?” Jimin asks.
“Yes,” Yoongi nods.
“I don't like that,” Namjoon says. “But, people would probably show up if they prepay.”
“That still doesn't take care of our problem,” you say. “They will just figure something else out if this plan of theirs doesn't work.”
“We know they ruined the decorations and broke into the shed,” Jin says. “They pretty much admitted it in front of us and EXO, but do you have it in writing … video … pictures?”
“Just a very vague text,” you answer. “It wouldn't hold up.”
“Someone has to know something,” Hoseok says.
“You know what?” Namjoon stands up from the table. “Leave it to me. I want everyone to stay as far away from iKon as they can. Just let me see what I can do.”
Your eyes drift to Yoongi. He doesn't seem bothered by what his president said, but you were. You had too much riding on iKons actions, and you hated it. You hated that they seemed to hold all the cards.
You didn't want to lose this fight.
Not to them.
“Are you sure it's safe?” You look at the green shift slide that was only a big tube that was resting against the bales of hay. The hardware holding it on there looked kind of flimsy, and it made you nervous.
“It's safe,” Jungkook calls out as he and Taehyung run up and jump on top of the bales of hay. “Try it out!”
You shake your head, making them laugh as they push each other down onto the soft surface. Wrestling with each other, until Jungkook breaks away, jumping into the makeshift slide and resurfaces down at the bottom with Taehyung following not long after. You guess if the contraption can handle the two of them. It can handle a bunch of little kids.
“Y/N, come look,” Jimin's voice calls out from a distance.
“Where?” You call back because clearly you couldn't see him.
“Photo op number two,” he calls back.
Heading towards the face painting station, you check your phone quickly. You have no new notification, no new missed calls. Nothing from Bobby. You don't know if that means Namjoon hasn't done anything yet or if iKon hasn't figured out you were a part of their hopefully inevitable downfall. You don't know which one was worse, but the waiting was killing you.
“What's up?” You ask Jimin as you come around the corner.
“What do you think?” He questions. “Is it ‘spooky’ enough for the little kids?”
He has a couple of large skeletons sitting on extra bales of hay next to some pumpkins with faces drawn on with black markers and paint. Black rubber bats were suspended in the air by fishing line, giving off the illusion that the little creatures were flying by your head.
He did a good job.
“I think they will like it,” you nod.
“Let's test it,” he says, pulling you into the little area.
Collapsing next to him on a sturdy bale of hay, he raises his phone in front of the two of you while throwing a peace sign with his other hand. Smiling, his thumb taps the shutter button on his screen, capturing the quick moment of the two of you surrounded by his creative work.
“Hey,” Yoongi comes around the corner. “Did you want to check out my speaker setup?”
“Sure,” you say, attempting to get up from your seat, but Jimin pulls you back down.
“Take a picture of us,” Jimin tells Yoongi and tosses him his phone that thankfully Yoongi catches. “I can put it on our event page. Y/N, do your best to look scared.”
Following his orders, you widen your eyes and cover your mouth in fake fright as you look off camera as if there was something scary headed your way. You can see Yoongi half heartily raise his hand before snapping the picture before tossing the phone back to Jimin.
“You didn't even try!” Jimin accuses and looks at his screen. “Hey, that's pretty good. Never mind, you can go.”
Getting up, this time, you make it to Yoongi and out of the picture area. You follow his lead over to his laptop that was set up temporarily on one of the game stations.
“I put several speakers up around the perimeter, and then I scattered a few within the actual festival area” he tells you as he brings up the familiar playlist. “Let me get this going, and we can make sure it sounds good.”
Soon, the spooky sounds of The Monster Mash start playing over the speakers.
“Let's do a lap,” you say with a tilt of your head.
Shoving your hands into your hoodie, your arm occasionally bumps into his as you walk side by side, checking out the sound quality from the different spots on the festival grounds. It all sounded crisp, not at all distorted or muffled like you would have expected from speakers brought from home. You wonder how expensive these extra speakers he was using were because you did not want to have to pay for them if something were to happen to them.
“Are you sure you want us using that many speakers?” You question.
“It's fine,” he nods. “Besides, you don't want to rent that kind of stuff. You aren't guaranteed a good sound quality. I know my stuff is reliable.”
“It sounds perfect,” you tell him.
“We almost have everything done,” he says.
“Yeah,” you nod. “I really thought it wasn't going to be possible. Your house really came through for us. I don't think I have ever seen twenty year old dudes take painting burlap sakes so seriously before. Some of those monsters they created were amazing.”
“We got some good guys under us,” he agrees. “I would say we taught them well.”
“Who knows,” you shrug. “Maybe this little fundraiser will get bigger and better every year if our houses keep working together. As long as people show up, that is.”
“They'll show up,” he says, sounding sure of himself. “I don't know what Joon has up his sleeve, but he hasn't failed us before. He won't fail us now.”
“I'm going to trust you on that,” you say as you stop walking and straighten the chairs at the judging table for the pumpkin carving contest.
“Good,” he nods. “So, I think according to the checklist in the group chat. Your last task is to hang the string lights. Do you want help with it?”
The fluttering in your stomach awakens and sends a wave of excitement through you. You smile at him and nod.
“You might want to wear something a little bit warmer though,” you warn him.
He scrunches his face in confusion as you continue to smile at him.
“Why do you wait until it's dark to do this?” He asks, pulling his bean down lower over his ears.
“Because I like to,” you tell him as you wrap a string of witches hats around the top of the ticketbooth. “It sets the mood for me. Tape, please.”
Yoongi hands you a piece of tape that he pre cut for you, and you tape the string to the wood. As you continue around, securing the last piece, you pop in a battery and turn the lights on. The little black hats turn on, glowing a pretty purple.
Nodding in satisfaction, you turn the lights off and jump down from the small ladder and move onto the next destination. While you drag the ladder behind you, Yoongi follows along with two bags full of different lights. Some were just your traditional lights that would blink orange and purple while others had ghosts or pumpkins adorning their delicate wires. You had been assigned this task freshman year and loved the peacefulness of doing it at night that you made sure you had kept this task for yourself.
“What lights for your cherry booth?” You ask, setting your ladder up.
“They will know it's an apple,” he grumbles and digs through the bags. “How about these skeletons?”
“Perfectly good choice,” you take the strand from him and climb the ladder. “Tape please.”
“Do you normally do this by yourself?” He asks, looking around out into the barely lit surroundings as he hands you another piece of tape.
“Yeah,” you bite your lip in concentration, making sure the little skeleton guys were hanging correctly. “This normally takes me forever by myself.”
“I don't like that,” he says, looking up at you, handing you more tape. “It's dark out here.”
“Nothing's ever happened,” you laugh, moving around to the other side of the donut and cider booth. “Besides, you're here right now. I think we should add some pumpkin lights to Jimin's spooky photo station. Would he be mad?”
“If he is, he can take them down,” he tells you. “Why do you do this by yourself?”
“Well, you know how it is,” you say. “Living with a bunch of people that are always coming and going. Having to plan a big event and feeling like you're going to go crazy at any moment. It just always gave me a breather and to have a moment by myself.”
“And here I am intruding,” he says under his breath, but you hear every word.
“That's not what I meant,” you climb down from the ladder. “I'm happy you came with me.”
Forgoing your ladder, you snatch one bag off the ground with a heated face before you make your way to Jimin's photo station. Yoongi scoops up the other bag and jogs to catch up with you.
“I don't want to annoy you,” he tells you.
“You're not,” you promise.
“I'm sure Hobi, Jimin, or any of your own members would be way more helpful than me right now,” he says. “I don't know what lights look the best where.”
“Yoongi, it's okay. I … like spending time with you,” you tell him and hurriedly change the subject. “We need the hooks from the bag for this one. Take three and stagger them. We will drape three strands of lights against this wall of hay. It will add a nice little something to the pictures.”
He doesn't say anything as he follows your instructions. Taking three hooks of your own, the two of you try to line them up perfectly with each other before inserting them into the sides of the yellow fibers. Tossing him one untangled end of black wire, you hook your pumpkin dangled wire across Jimin's work. Repeating the process, two more times, you add the batteries and turn the lights on like you had the others. The little pumpkins cast a light orange glow against the hay as you sit down and snap a picture to send to the original creator.
“You know,” he sighs and sits down next to you. “He was wrong.”
“What are you talking about?” You ask, looking up from your phone.
“Bobby, what he said about you at the store,” he fidgets around a little bit. “When he called you his … leftovers. I don't believe that.”
“It's fine. I know that he was just trying to hurt me,” you say.
“I was going to wait until Halloween was over, and we dealt with the whole iKon situation, but,” he tugs at the collar of his sweatshirt and pulls his beanie down over his ears again. “But, would you want to go out sometime?”
“On a date?” You question, wondering if you heard him correctly.
“Yeah, unless it's too soon for you,” he says, trying to give you an out if you want it.
“I would like that,” you smile at him.
“Well, I might really be pushing my luck,” he sucks in a breath through his teeth. “But, would it be out of line to try and kiss you right now?”
Instead of answering him, you lean in closer to his body. Cradling your head, Yoongi pulls you in closer, thumbs brushing gently across your cheeks. You watch his gaze drop to your lips before he finally closes the gap between the two of you. His warm lips press firmly as your hands gather his hoodie into your hands, fisting the material securely in your hands, pulling him closer.
It was then under the lights of the pumpkins and sitting next to some fake skeletons. You decide that frat boys weren't all bad after all.
*
All the food trucks were in their places. Everyone was ready to go and ready to work in their spots with their games, supplies, and buckets of candy ready. Yoongi's curated playlist was drifting through the soon to be crowded field as cars started to pull into the designated parking area. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You couldn't even tell that this work was pulled off at the last minute. You guess you could say that was successful. Now, you just had to play the waiting game to see how many people would visit. You didn't question your regular crowd. The mom and dads who brought along their children who wanted to play cheap games for candy. You were just questioning how many students from campus would show up. How bad will iKon's party affect you?
You were worried.
They've been quiet.
A little too quiet.
“We are about to open,” Lia says as the two of you gather with Yuna, all three of you matching in orange tights black skirts and pumpkin shirts. You check to make sure your walkie is on and clip it on the waist band of your skirt. “Whatever happens tonight. We should be proud of ourselves. We pulled this off.”
“She's right,” Yuna agrees. “This is our last Boo Bash. Let's end it on a good note and just enjoy tonight.”
You're about to open your mouth and agree when a familiar voice speaks up before you could form any words.
“Hi,” Ava smiles tentatively at the three of you who look back at her, confused.
“How did you get in here?” You ask.
“A couple of Bangtan's freshmen let me in,” she says quietly. “I really want to be part of this. It's my senior year, too. I swear I had no idea what they were going to do.”
“Shouldn't you be at their Howl-O-Ween thing?” Lia asks, crossing her arms over chest.
“You didn't hear,” she tilts her head. “It's canceled. Not that I was going to go, but something happened, and they had to cancel.”
“What happened?” You ask.
“No idea,” she shakes her head. “D.K. won't answer any of my texts.”
“Hey, people are lining up,” Hoseok informs you.
“Open it,” you instruct. “Also, get some of your guys to run the perimeter for the event. Howl-O-Ween has been canceled and under no circumstances are any iKon members allowed at this event.”
With a salute, Hoseok runs off.
“Okay,” Lia says. “You can help sell popcorn, Ava, but we better not have any unwanted visitors tonight.”
She nods and hurries off in the direction of the popcorn station. The three of you look around at each other and shake your heads. The guests start to enter and walk by. You smile and greet them warmly, wishing them a fun time.
It's no wonder it's been quiet. Ikon must have got busted for something, and it must have been something good. You just wish you were there when it happened so you could throw it in their faces. Maybe karma finally got them. Now, you can officially relax and enjoy the night.
Well, relax isn't really the right word.
“Are you guys good on the cider and donuts? We're not running out?” You ask the two volunteers behind Yoongi's still obvious cheery sign.
“We're good,” they both answer and you give them a thumbs up before moving on to check the next booth.
A group of giggling college girls all walk past you with identical painted faces. You pause, giving them a double take. You're pretty sure that your volunteer for the face painting has more options than a … roughly painted … tiger? At least you think it was a tiger and you are pretty sure she is an art student whose skills should be far above …. that.
“I've been looking for you all night,” Yoongi says, bumping into you. “You've been busy.”
“Yeah,” you say, distracted by a couple more girls with the same poorly painted faces. “Who is doing face painting right now?”
Yoongi laughs as he watches you watch the girls walk by.
“Yeah, Tae thinks he's helping out,” Yoongi shrugs. “That's all he knows how to do. The other chick is still working on the little kids, though.”
“You know what,” you say, stopping to look around. “That's a premium station. He's bringing in extra money. I need to keep going.”
“I'll walk with you,’ he says. “I talked to Joon, but he's not really saying anything about what happened with iKon. All I know is that the council is involved.”
“So, everyone is going to be tight lipped,” you deduce.
“Yup,” he agrees. “Damn, I wish I could have seen the look on their faces when they got shut down.”
“Me too,” you laugh. “Hey, you still have enough hot coco mix?” The two thumbs up satisfy you, and you turn to leave for your next stop. “Shouldn't you have a job tonight?”
“Yeah, I have to help judge that pumpkin contest,” he reminds you.
“Thats in like another two hours,” you say, looking at the time on your phone.
“Huh, lucky you,” he smirks. “Are you cold?”
“No,” you lie. “I've been running around too much to be cold.”
Yoongi sheds his jacket and wraps it around your chilly figure. You slide your arms through and almost sigh in satisfaction at the immediate warmth that surrounds you.
“Y/N, I'm almost out of candy,” Jin says, coming up to you. “Those little goblins take it by the handfuls.”
“Text Yuna. The extra bags are in her car,” you tell him. Jin runs off, and you give Yoongi a look. “Too much candy, huh?”
“You were right,” he says, tilting your chin and giving you a quick kiss. “Do you have your costume for our Halloween party tomorrow night?”
“I don't know,” you scrunch your face. “I'm kind of all Halloween'ed out.” Yoongi scowls at you, making you smile and shove playfully at him. “I’m joking. Yes, I have my costume. The girls and I have a group costume, but we don't have an invite. Your guard dogs for the night probably won't let us in.”
“You don't need one,” he tells you. “You're on the V.I.P. list.”
“Oh, is that so?” You ask, causing him to nod. “In that case, I will definitely be there.”
“Y/N, some little kid just threw up by the slide,” Jungkook's voice informs you over your walkie-talkie.
You and Yoongi look at one another.
Staring blankly at each other.
“You know, there is something I have to do,” he says, backing away from you.
Fucking frat boys!
“Grand total?” Yuna asks as the ten of you gather around the kitchen table of the sorority house.
The turnout had been more than you had expected. In your four years, you don't think you have seen that many students come to The Boo Bash. Jungkook was right. Bangtan absolutely brought more people in. This had to be your most successful festival yet.
“Drumroll please?” Namjoon asks.
Bangtan in sync drum their fingertips against your wooden table as Namjoon hands Lia the slip of paper with the grand total raised for the children's hospital. You cover your face with your hands in anticipation. Still wrapped in Yoongi's jacket, you breathe in his scent and try to calm your racing heart. Last year, you raised sixty-five hundred. You just wanted to beat that to make this hellish nightmare worth it.
“Okay the grand total is,” Lia smiles and opens the folded slip of paper. “Eleven thousand dollars.”
“Cheers, claps, and a few swear words erupt from the table in celebration.
“I would say that's pretty good,” Namjoon smiles. “I'm proud of everyone.”
“How are we going to deliver the check?” Jin asks. “We've never had so many people involved like this before.”
“I say just have Lia and Namjoon do it,” you shrug.
“Our leaders,” Jungkook raises his fist while you all clap again.
“The real question is.” You lean back in your seat and look around at your new friends. “Now that we have Halloween under our belt. Are you going to join us for our Wrapped With Love events?”
“What's that?” Yoongi asks.
“In about a week. We have a meeting to start raising money for the kids at Christmas time,” you explain. “They fill out a list, and each kid gets a couple of presents that we buy. It's not just one big event this time. We do bake sales, game nights, and trivia nights at the bar. It's fun this time.”
“We do it a week before Christmas so everyone can come,” Yuna adds. “We also try to raise enough to give a Christmas dinner to the staff that's catered.”
The Bangtan members look around at each other, having a silent conversation with one another.
Namjoon holds his hand out to Lia, who smiles and takes his hand into hers, shaking it. Yoongi's own hand slides into your lap and takes hold of your hand. Looking over at him out of the corner of your eye, you smile.
Everything worked out the way it was supposed to and even with the small bumps. You don't think you would change anything. Okay, that's still a lie. You still wish you would have thrown that mug.
*
Walking down the sidewalk, you adjust the bobbing antennae on your head. The parking was terrible, and you had to park clear down the street. Unfortunately for you, your ladybug costume was nothing more than fancy lingerie marketed as a costume with red thigh highs adorned with black polka dots.
“These heels are killing me,” Yuna complains, in her almost identical bumble bee costume.
“Suck it up buttercup,” Lia says, prancing along dressed as a butterfly. “It's just one night. You'll be fine. I'm sure you can find a place to sit.”
“Why did you bring a beer?” Yuna asks, looking at you.
You laugh and wave off her question. You can hear her sigh in relief as Bangtan's frat house finally comes into view. Music was blasting from inside as some sort of contraption was moving lights all about the interior of the house. Walking a bit faster, you see a few junior Bangtan members all dressed as skeletons outside, holding down the fort, not letting anyone in without an invite.
“We don't have an invite,” Yuna hisses in your ear.
“Yoongi said we didn't need one,” you promise. Walking up their sidewalk, you climb the steps carefully and approach the younger guys at the door. “Hey, Yoo….”
You don't even need to finish your sentence before one of them opens the door for you.
“Have a good time,” the one dressed as a green skeleton smiles at you.
“Thanks,” you say. You walk into the house with your friends right on your tail. “Told you.”
“I think I'm going to find Joon,” Lia says, trying to look like she wasn't up to something.
“Have fun.” “Be safe.” You and Yuna speak at the same time before Lia leaves the two of you standing by the door.
“I wasn't expecting that,” Yuna admits. “Before you ditch me for Yoongi. I see some friends of mine. You be safe too.”
“I will,” you wink at her.
Parting ways, your eyes scan the frat house as you make your way around the living room trying to find Yoongi. You didn't know what he was dressed up as. You just hoped that he didn't have a mask on making you look stupid right now looking for him. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you smile when you spot him in the very back of the room with Jungkook. Dressed in some sort of track suit and hair sticking straight up, you think he's supposed to be an anime character, but that was never your forte, so you weren't quite sure.
Walking up behind him, you lean up close to his ear.
“Trick or treat,” you say.
Spinning around, Yoongi looks at you. His eyes rake down your body before they snap back up to your face. Nervously, you fiddle with the translucent wings on your back before handing Jungkook the beer can in your hand. Which he takes in clear confusion.
“I owe you,” you explain.
Realization dawns on the man's face, who was dressed up tonight as a nerd. Laughing, he pushed his fake thick rimmed glasses up his nose before raising the can in a thank you. Turning, he leaves you alone with Yoongi, who doesn't seem to know what to say to you.
“You okay?” You ask.
“Yeah,” he shakes his head as if to clear it. “Didn't think you were going to show up.”
“We had to park a mile away and walk,” you explain.
“You should have texted me,” he tells you. “I would have picked you up.”
“But then I couldn't sneak out if your party was lame,” you tease.
“Our parties are not lame,” he laughs. “Look everyone is drinking, dancing ….”
“What's wrong with Jin?” You ask, pointing to the handsome man doing some strange moves in front of Yuna as he flaps his arms around.
“That's just how he dances,” Yoongi answers. “He's fine. I think he's flirting with her.”
“Oh, how cute,” you laugh. “Come dance with me.”
“I don't dance,” he shakes his head.
“I'm sure you can do better than that,” you flick your thumb to his frat brother.
“I have a better idea,” he smirks and takes your hand.
Leading you through the kitchen, he pulls you into a pantry area. Gently, he pushes your back against some wooden shelving that was holding ramen and bags of chips. With one forearm resting on a shelf above your head, he looks down at you.
“Are we hiding?” You whisper.
“Absolutly,” he answers.
Leaning down, he captures your lips with his. Your hands find his waist, pulling him closer to you as your tongue sneaks out, seeking entrance into his mouth. When he grants you the access you desire, your tongues collide. Rubbing against one another as his hand sinks into your hair, tilting your head in order for him to kiss you deeper.
“Sir,” a slightly nervous voice cuts the rising heat in the pantry.
“I'm busy,” Yoongi's gruff voice tells the unwanted visitor before molding his mouth to yours again.
“Sir, iKon is outside,” he tries again. Your eyes snap open only to find Yoongi looking back at you. You two don't move for a moment. “Stay here.” He instructs.
“Yeah right,” you tell him.
With a frown, he pulls back from you and leaves the pantry with you hot on his tail. You can't believe that they have the audacity to show up here. You weren't going to send him out there on his own. You knew he wasn't going to be alone … alone, but this all started because of you, and you weren't going to let Bangtan go down for anything.
They never did anything wrong.
Stepping out the front door, the Halloween breeze blows your hair around. Goosebumps race across your skin, but you don't know if it's all from the cold or the uncertainty of what was going to happen. As you descend the cement stairs, Yoongi remains a good couple feet ahead of you. A small crowd definitely had formed with Lia and Yuna included. All of Bangtan’s leadership stood on the sidewalk as most of the fraternity members save for the newest members all stood in the street.
“Who did it?” Jinhwan, their President asks.
“Who did what?” Jimin asks, sounding bored.
“Who turned us into the council for trashing the festival props,” Bobby answers while staring directly at you.
“It wasn't me,” you say, defending yourself. “I had no proof it was you. I only had your big mouth admitting it.”
“Our entire house is on probation now,” D.K. yells at your group. “We can't do anything until the investigation is over. They might even shut us down.”
“Good,” Namjoon says. “Destruction of property, breaking and entering ….”
“It was a joke,” Bobby sneers.
“Yeah, real funny,” Yoongi snaps. “So funny that we had to spend hundreds of dollars fixing that joke.”
“It got out of hand,” Jinhwan admits. “We were just supposed to smash some pumpkins. That was it. Then it just snowballed from there. We are willing to pay you back for the damages we caused. Just go to the council and try to drop everything.”
“It wasn't us,” you say again.
“Think about that more a moment,” Yoongi ticks his head to the side. “Y/N, has no proof that it was you. Bangtan didn't know shit about what happened until that meeting at Callahan's, and we definitely don't have proof. The council isn't going to open an investigation without solid evidence. What does that tell you?”
“I think it tells you that someone might not feel that iKon bond,” Lia says. “It's one of your own.”
The members of iKon go completely silent before all turning and look at each other. You watch as they frantically shake their heads, denying that it was them.
“Your house is done for,” Namjoon says. “Not only what you did goes against our ethical fraternal code as a society, but it's actually illegal. You should pay the ladies back anyway before the courts or the council makes you. They might give you some leniency then.”
“You know who it is, don't you?” Bobby asks Namjoon, but he doesn't answer.
“Exscue me,” Namjoon smiles. “But I have a party I have to get back to hosting. Have a good night, fellas.”
Namjoon makes his walk back into the house with his members following. You and Yoongi stay behind as iKon stands out, all side eyeing one another. You'll admit, you didn't see this coming. With Namjoon's help, it seems that iKon just imploded on themselves.
“I'm sure you have something to say,” Bobby comments, turning to look at you.
You smile.
“Don't worry, Bobby,” you say, wrapping your arm around Yoongi's waist . “You don't need iKon. You always thought you were better than them anyway. Besides, you're going to be a famous rapper. Now, you'll have time to achieve it while practicing in jail. Congratulations!”
“Hope it was worth it,” Yoongi smirks. “It was for me.”
Yoongi kisses the side of your head and takes your hand, leading you back into the warmth of their house. In the fading distance, you can hear ex-boyfriend's friends swearing at him. You don't feel bad about throwing him to the wolves and admitting the things he would tell you in secret. Bobby was never about the brotherhood. He was always about himself, and it was time that they knew that. In fact, you hoped that maybe it would turn a few more members against him.
In the house, the music seemed louder. Lia and Yuna pull you out onto the makeshift dance floor. Your bodies swaying together, celebrating the end of the end of the nightmare iKon caused and the victory Bangtan helped you win.
You give your girls a beaming smile.
You won!
Yoongi's teeth lightly sink into the column of your neck as the two of you stumble into his bedroom. Shutting the door, he locks it and guides you to the bed. The party was still going full force downstairs with the thumping bass and laughing friends. You feel breathless as you fall back onto his bed. Your hands fumble with your costume, finding the flimsy zipper and ties in effort to undress as fast as you can. You rip the headband off your head and toss it across his room before you attempt to grab the top of your thigh-high polka dot tights.
“Leave those on,” he says, stopping you.
“Oh, you're one of those guys,” you laugh, making him turn red and bury his face into your naked shoulder.
You soon forget about teasing him as his kisses start to map out a trail across your exposed skin. Between your breasts, he sinks lower down your abdomen as his hands cup your arching chest. Your hands find purchase on top of his as they caress your breasts only to stop and tweak at your hardened peaks every so often.
Gasping, his warm breath hits your wetness. Yoongi's tongue isn't tentative or bashful about what it wants. He flattens it and licks right up your opening before flicking your clit with the tip of his wet muscle. Your hips jerk at the contact and his hands fly down, holding your hips steady for him.
Swearing, you look down at him and grab at his hair. Pushing him further into your wetness, he groans into your flesh, sending pleasurable vibrations through you. Tilting your head back, you moan quietly as you can, knowing there was still a house full of people downstairs. His tongue picks up in speed as the grip on his hair tightens. Your breathing comes out as pants and your legs close around his head, shaking.
Is this the fucking tongue technology thing?
You're still not sure if you want to know.
Covering your mouth, you come for him with rolling hips and him moaning right along with you. Almost as if he was actually enjoying getting you off and by the look in his eyes. The hunger in the dark orbs, the slight flush running down his body, and very obvious hardness in his boxers. He was very much enjoying pleasing you.
Sitting up, you pull the last of his own clothing off. Wrapping your hand around him, you tug at him, earning yourself a could of hisses and sighs. With his head tipped back, his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly at your touch.
“Lie back,” he grunts as his hips pump into your fist.
Removing your hand, you settle back onto his pillows. He hurriedly opens a drawer in his nightstand to grab a condom. Placing it on the pillow next to you, he kisses your neck again while covering your body with his. You turn your head to the side, giving him all the access he wants as your nails lightly scratch up and down his back. His hips grind down onto your core, rubbing up against your clit. Both of you groaning at the skin to skin contact.
“Fuck!” He swears, grabbing the square latex. “I swear it normally lasts longer than this.”
“Yoongi,” you giggle, covering your mouth.
“I'm serious,” he blows out a long breath as he sheaths himself. “I'll finger the fuck out of you after this.”
You wanted to laugh again, but it gets caught in your throat as he slides all the way into you with a deep chuckle. You wiggle your hips underneath him, encouraging him to keep moving. He slowly pulls back before pushing back in just as slow. You know that he is trying to make this last.
“Fuck me,” you whisper in his ear.
He wipes at his forehead with the palm of his hand and looks at you.
“Finger the fuck out of you,” he promises again.
Sliding his arms under your shoulders, his hips slam into you. He's not holding back this time as you wrap your legs around his waist, and your fingertips sink into the pale skin of his back. His deep grunts in your ears tiny shocks to your pulsating button, causing you to moan into his shoulder.
The sound of his hips slapping into your wetness couldn't be drowned out by the thumping bass, nor did you want it to. You think it might be your favorite sound in the world. His grunts and breaths being sucked between his teeth as his body starts to tense on top of you. This all beats anything you have heard and when he comes with a deep growl.
You know you definitely won.
This Halloween was yours.
His breath is ragged as his stays put on you, trying to calm his heart rate. You kiss the side of his neck, slick with sweat it's a bit salty to taste. You don't actually expect him to make good on his promise. In your experience, they are pretty useless after sex but he pulls out of you and lies behind you. His hand delves between your legs rubbing teasing circles around your clit. Biting your lip, you look up at him and smirks at you.
He's nothing like all the other frat boys you have encountered.
There was something different about him and with the way he sinks his fingers inside of you. You can't wait to find out exactly what that is.
*
“Y/N, this beard is itching my face,” Taehyung complains as he pulls down the fake busy white beard and scratches at his face.
“I'll play Santa,” Jungkook volunteers.
“You guys. We are literally about to head to the hospital in twenty minutes,” you tell them. “I don't care who plays Santa.”
“Take it off,” Jungkook demands.
“No, I won the coin toss,” Tae shakes his head and scratches his face again.
“We can't have an itchy Santa,” Jungkook argues.
“You don't have a deep enough voice,” Tae argues back. “Listen HO! HO! HO!”
“I can do that too,” Kook snaps. “HO! HO! HO!”
“JOON!” You call out into the frat house.
“What's up,” he says, approaching you.
“Deal with it,” you instruct and walk away. “Hobi, are all the presents accounted for?”
“Yes, Yuna and I counted them three times, and Jin counted them twice. We are good to go,” he promises.
“Thank you,” you say, checking off the presents on your list.
“I look stupid,” your boyfriend steps in front of you in his full elf get up. “You never said anything about dressing up. I don't want to wear green tights. These are uncomfortable.”
“I think you look cute,” you smile, and he frowns at you. “We are all dressed up. It makes the kids happy.”
“You look cute. I look ridiculous,” he complains, putting his hands on his hips.
“Where's your Christmas spirit?” You ask.
“Oh I had spirit through this whole thing,” he says. “Helping you bake, selling t-shirts and buying presents.”
“Nobody likes a grumpy elf, Spicy Butternut,” Kook says as he walks by in the Santa costume.
He clearly won the argument.
“What did you call me?” Yoongi glares at him.
“It's your elf name,” Kook explains. “See. It's based on the letter of your first name and the month you were born.”
“Don't call me that again,” he says.
“It's just a few hours,” you tell him. “Even Joon has tights on, and he's not complaining. Come on, the next fundraiser will be all you guys. We will do whatever you want.”
“Oh really?” He smiles. “Great, we can do a car wash. You can wear a bikini.”
“Okay,” you agree. “You want your girlfriend all pressed up against some dude's dirty car while barely wearing anything. That sounds good!”
You walk away with a slight smirk on your face.
“Wait, I didn't think that through!” He hurries after you. “Okay, maybe you girls should stick to planning.”
“Probably,” you laugh as you stop and look at him. “It's just a few hours, and you'll make some kids smile. You'll make me happy aaaand I can make you happy. Very happy.”
“Very happy, huh?” He wraps his arms around you.
“Santa knows what you two are up to,” Tae wags his finger at you.
“Well you're not Santa anymore, are you?” Yoongi asks his friend.
“Don't be mean. It's not my fault the beard was making me break out,” Tae whines. “I'm going to use some of Hobi's face cream.”
“Hob, Tae is going to steal your face cream,” Yoongi yells out.
“Good luck. My room is locked,” Hobi calls back, making Yoongi smirk.
“Not if I go through Jimin's bathroom,” Tae mutters to Yoongi and takes off, running up the stairs, causing Yoongi to take off after him. “Get away, you stinking elf!”
“What the hell do you think you're going to be,” Yoongi snaps.
You look at the time on your phone. You have ten minutes to be out the door, and all you hear is slamming doors, yelling, laughing, and some swearing. Your foot taps against the hard wood floor as your anxiety goes up. You just want one easy fundraiser.
↳ Tags: slow burn, guns/violence, gang wars, devotion, hurt/comfort, recovery from ptsd, exo are minor charecters in this, past Hoseok x reader,
↳ Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother Namjoon (the leader of Seoul’s largest gang) gets you a guard hybrid. Park Jimin is The champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting scene and your new…bodyguard? boyfriend? soulmate?.
SUGARY SWEET Ⓐ ☁
↳ (Hybrid Au) (Writer au)
↳ Pairing: Bunny Hybrid! Reader x Tiger Hybrid! Taehyung x Cat Hybrid! Yoongi x Owner! Namjoon
↳ Summary: Namjoon has a perfect life once he moves out of the city to a cabin with his two rescue hybrids, Yoongi and Taehyung. But one night in the middle of the thunderstorm they find you, a bunny hybrid, hiding in their chicken coop.
DANCE TO THIS/ CALL ME YOURS (SERIES MASTERLIST) ❤ Ⓐ ☁ (series posponed)
↳ (Blind! Reader) (Service Hybrid au) (eventual BTS x Reader)
Pairing: Dog hybrid! Seokjin x Wolf hybrid! Namjoon x Blind! Reader
↳ Summary: Seokjin didn’t expect his new potential owner to be blind, but with the threat of being sent to a breeding clinic looming over his head, he’ll do anything.
↳ CALL ME YOURS —> Summary *SPOILERS*: You never would have imagined that more love was hidden right next door, just over your garden fence. Not that Hoseok will ever get the courage to confess his feelings. His hybrids however: starry-eyed bunny Jungkook, Bratty calico cat Jimin, and shy tiger Taehyung- don’t have any problem at all.
HYBRID HOUSE (SERIES MASTERLIST) ❤ Ⓐ ☁ (completed series)
↳ Summary: to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok. and their Hybrids; the pups- Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat Yoongi, and their foxboy Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible. So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.
REASONS WRETCHED AND DIVINE (Series) ❤ Ⓐ ☁
↳ hybrid au, mafia au, polyamory
↳ pairings: Dog hybrid! namjoon x Dog hybrid! jimin x Snake hybrid! yoongi x M/c, backround Alpaca! jin x Otter! Hoseok, Bear! taehyung x Human! Jungkook.
↳ TW: Domestic abuse, emotional abuse, mentions of police brutality, possible sensitive content, mentions of hybrid mistreatment, murder, implicated spousal rape, unplanned pregnancy,
↳ Summary: You live on an isolated but sprawling farm with your abusive husband, but things start to change for the better when your husband adopts a retired police dog hybrid named Namjoon.
OF FIRE AND LOVE (Series Masterlist) ❤Ⓐ☁
↳ (DRAGON! Yoongi x Reader) (ft. Baby Jungkook, Baby dragon! Hoseok) + (fairy! Jimin x Dragon! Namjoon, Sorcerer! Seokjin x Human Taehyung)
↳ Summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of your farm. Why does the man you catch glimpses of have horns?
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