The boys were quick to be ushered backstage after the Butter performance where theyβd change into identical black suits for the actual ceremony. Except, minus the sweaty exertion theyβd drenched from the performance.
βI canβt believe I tripped,β Hoseok cursed, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he patted himself down with the new towel.
βIt wasnβt even noticeable.β Namjoon voiced immediately. βPlus you looked good doing it.β
βYeah! Hyung, you looked sexy.β Taehyung called out, much to Hoseokβs reddening faceβs dismay at their compliments. He brushed it off with a giggle and a wave in their direction.
βBesides, I think I saw Yoongi hyung stumble too. Think the step was too tall for his height.β Jimin teased, looking up cheekily to find the hyung in question. Though, as his eyes darted around the room, he found the subject of his jokes nowhere to be found, but refused to accept the L. βHey, whereβs hyung?β
The quiet man had apparently slipped out without notice because soon, six heads all turned in every direction, counting bodies and realizing one was missing.
βWeβre supposed to go back out there soon.β Namjoon bit his inner cheek, looking for a manager.
βI can go look for him.β Jungkook piped up, βI think he said heβd forgotten something in the car.β
βWe donβt need another member missing, just stay here.β Hoseok reminded. βWeβll have someone else go.β
βI wanted to look around anyway.β Jungkook shrugged. When he saw the skeptical looks from his hyungs, he had no choice but to, βCome on,β he whined, βTaehyung got to go earlier.β
Namjoon shook his head, βGo and come back quickly, okay?β
Jungkook jumped up immediately, βWill do, Hyung.β He flashed them a bunny smile before he was out the door, rushing to explore the venue, leaving the eldersβ shaking heads behind him.
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βFuck.β Yoongiβs hand was gripping the carβs handlebar above him as your mouths moved in exertive passion. His big hand fell, kneading your ass. βThis dressββ
βYouβre one to talk.β You interrupt breathlessly, pulling away for a second to contest his insinuation. βWearing this all black fit, styling your hair like thisββ your hand was already at the base of his neck, and you took the opportunity to tangle your black nails into his matching hair and tug. You talked over the groan he let out, mouth set in a pout, βDo you have any idea what Iβve been going through all night?β
βWhat about me?β He growled, pulling you flush against his chest. He was handling you to his liking, your body putty in his hands as he propelled you down to grind in his lap. You yelped as he pushed your head towards his ear, βIβve been fucking hard since I sat down.β
βYou didnβt even let me suck you off before your performance,β you whined with a frown, softly hitting his chest. You pushed your hips down harder, making him groan out and throw his head back, both of his hands landing on your ass to control your movements, moving his own hips in tandem with yours.
You took the opportunity to latch onto his exposed neck, the skin looking far too unmarked for your liking. Though, you as you begrudgingly admitted, you did happen to be at a nationally televised awards ceremony, with cameras clicking and panning to your handsome boyfriend far too often to not notice the blossoming red you so wanted to taint him with.
So you adjusted, unbuttoned a few of those pesky buttons down for a new target: his protruding and extremely problematic pecs.
Yoongiβs hand didnβt hesitate in pulling your dress up over your ass, pushing it onto your waist unceremoniously. Looking over your shoulder, he noticed the thin string of black (could it even be called that??) as the only barrier between you and his hand.
Smack! The sound resounded in the car, making you jump slightly. He smoothed the skin over with a caressβbut the other, nonchalant cheek caught his eye. Now he couldnβt be unfair, could he?
Smack!
βYoongiββ You whimpered against his chest. He couldnβt help but smirk down at you, tilting your head up with a finger under your chin and bringing you in for another bruising kiss.
Your hands were all over him, and his on you. You couldnβt tell where one of you ended and the other began for being pressed so closely together. All tongue and teeth, you were holding on to him for dear life as you moved vivaciously.
So lost in each other, you hadnβt heard the footsteps echoing through the garage you were in. Nor the calls of Yoongiβs name from a certain dongsaeng of hisβ¦
The car door suddenly opened wide, making you both freeze and turn like a deer in headlights. You were met with an equally shocked expression, one adorned with a lip ring.
βUhβ¦uhβ¦β The poor boy was stammering. βI was looking for hyung. Uh, they were looking for hyung.β He gestured behind him. βWe need you soon.β You noticed the jittering stance, the fiddling hands. He was playing with his rings, taking them on and off. His eyes werenβt necessarily downcast, just missing both of your gazes. His line of sight had trailed down to land onβ¦
Yoongi squeezed your ass without looking away from his dongsaeng, βIs that all?β
Jungkook nodded immediately, eyes running back up to meet Yoongiβs gaze. Yoongi jutted his chin out, meant to be a nod of his head with the least amount of effort. βLet them know Iβll be right there.β
Jungkook nodded again, scurrying to slam the door shut in relief, and scramble away from whatever heβd just walked into.
You were still staring at the closed door when he left, heavy breaths filling the space. βI feel kinda bad. Itβs Jungkookie.β
Yoongi, on the contrary, wasnβt fazed in the slightest, his hand on the back of your head to pull you back in. βHeβll get over it,β he rumbled before crashing his lips back into yours, resuming the rough desperation from before that drove you both here in the first place.
β SUMMARY Trust funds, scandals, and a whole lot of secrets. With you in the center of it all.
β PAIRING Jungkook x Reader
β RATE 18+
β GENRE Rich Kids AU, Gossip Girl AU, college AU
β WARNINGS classism, angst, smut, infidelity, loss of virginity, recreational drug use, mentions of addiction, POV switches, cameos from the other members, + specific warnings per chapter.
β STATUS starting on March 16th
β DISCLAIMER I do not own or claim to own the Gossip Girl franchise or any of the characters (obviously).
A/N: okay so maybe celebrating my bf's birthday week w full delulu shit <3 this series is 100% yoongi's long black mullet's fault on that facetime looking live tho so .
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At the beginning of this month, after being placed on hospice care, my grandfather passed away. Although it brings me peace that heβs no longer suffering, he fought so hard and suffered so deeply with cancer for nearly two years, itβs been really hard for my family and I to get through this. While grieving, I took a major step away to take care of myself and my loved ones and I hope you all understand. Iβll get back to writing soon. <3
(If you do read, be careful. A lot of heavy stuff will be mentioned such as death, cancer, etc.)
For the past year and a half, perhaps closer to two years, my pappy (grandpa) has been suffering from cancer. Itβs been a rocky road, at points things started to look up and then at other points, things regressed and had us preparing for the worst, just as this past month has. This past month, my pappy declined rapidly, and this past Friday, he had an appointment and got scans done as he as been regularly but we found out that chemotherapy stopped working and his cancer spread beyond of anything Doctorβs can do to help, so, he is now placed in hospice care and my family and I will be lucky if heβll live until the end of February.
I was away this past week to visit my best friend and just came home today and thatβs when my Mamaw (grandma) told me everything, I went in to what is now his room and saw him and he declined so badly and quickly within the past seven days I was gone. He is on so much morphine due to the pain heβs in that he didnβt even recognize who I was, I tried my best to tell him about my trip as he is always the first person I tell anything to and I kept choking on my words every time I peeked up at him resting. Seeing him in that state has me so heartbroken. Iβm devastated. Iβm terrified. Iβm angry. Iβm defeated. He is the only grandfather Iβve ever known on my dadβs side, as my biological grandfather had passed when I was about 2 (Iβm 23 now), and heβs been by my side since I was 3. I cannot imagine life without him and now Iβm being forced to. Iβm watching my best friend die and thereβs literally nothing I can do but help make him comfortable for the rest of the time I have with him. Iβm not handling it well and Iβm genuinely afraid of how things will be when I no longer have him by my side. 20 years with him isnβt enough, we deserve more time, we deserve more memories. He deserves so much more than what the universe is putting him through. I hate this.