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[augustbutwinter]

tales of the househusbands 11  - knj2 ft. myg

rating: sfw pairing: knj ft. myg genre: househusband!AU, established relationship, fluff, crack warnings: none wordcount: 346 words tiny summary: namjoon is taken by surprise.

a/n: welcome back to season 2! for @hobi-gif​ and @jinpanman​ who are awesome and wonderful hypewomen <3

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Sometimes you’re the dog, sometimes you’re The Tree. A smile to himself, as he clicks upload. He needs to keep them entertained.

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[cinnaminsvga]

Compound Eyes | Taehyung

→ summary: After being declared the newest champion of the Hoenn region, it doesn’t take long until you are whisked away to participate in the annual Pokémon World Tournament and represent your hometown. Filled with the excitement of meeting strong trainers from all over the world, you don’t realize until it’s too late that a familiar face floats above the sea of participants. It’s none other than the newest Johto champion—who also happens to be your long-lost childhood rival.

→ genre: pokemon!au, childhood bff!au, fluff, humor → warnings: none! i guess there’s going to be a few pokémon terms thrown here and there but i don’t think it’s all that important in order to understand the story :D → words: 4.6K → a/n: this took FOREVER (literal years) and i am so sorry for keeping you waiting @breadoffoxy​ but thank you again for commissioning this piece!! pokemon will always be a fandom i don’t think i’ll ever leave (LEGENDS ARCEUS WAS SO GOOD) so combining that with bangtan is definitely a plus in my book!! i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you guys enjoy reading it!!

It is every young trainer’s dream to one day participate in the annual Pokémon World Tournament—a special event where the cream of the crop from every region gathers together to compete for the title of world’s strongest trainer. Not many ever get the chance to compete in this selective tournament, as each participant must have collected a specific minimum amount of wins under their belt in order to qualify for any of the divisions. 

Among those divisions, there is one that is reserved for the best of the best, for the champion of each region. It is reserved for the last day, almost like an exhibition match to celebrate the end of the week-long festivities. And yet, the tension leading up to the Master Ball division is palpable—as if everyone’s hopes and dreams are causing the air to feel electric. Either that, or the electric-types are starting to get a little too excited.

Everyone is rooting for their homegrown champion to take the crown, and the pressure to succeed might have made any other trainer quake in fear. 

But as a champion, there should be no need to feel concerned, right? There’s a reason why you managed to battle your way to the top of your own region’s Elite Four. Despite only having claimed the title of Champion last month, you are confident in your team and the hard work that got you this far. 

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[h0neypjm]

Homie Hopper till I die! | kth & pjm

↳ Summary: A homie hopper is defined as an individual that ‘hops’ from one person to another, where the people they choose to hook-up with are within the same group of friends.

Never in your life did you think you would find yourself in a situation as awkward as this, but how could you have possibly known that you had fucked your way through a whole friend group. Well, almost, Jimin and Taehyung are more than happy to show you the true consequences of what it means to be a homie hopper.

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp with like a smidge of actual plot

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5k

↳ Warnings: dom Taehyung, dom Jimin, sub reader, biting, cunnilingus, blowjobs, double penetration :0, unprotected sex, creampies, clit slapping, anal, titty suckin, spanking, degradation, spitting, ya know threesome activities and whatnot

↳ a/n: i can't explain this,,, the whole idea of this fic came to me in a dream and it had to be done so if you enjoyed scream at me and let me know ! <3

It started with Kim Seokjin. A sweet man with the broadest shoulders you had ever laid your eyes on. He fucked you slow and passionatley, never missing an opportunity to shower you in gentle, fluttery kisses every time he coaxed a leg-twitching orgasm out of you. Just when you thought he couldn’t get better, not only did he wake you up with plush lips against your thighs, he surprised you with the heartiest breakfast of souffle pancakes and coffee.

Kim Seokjin definitely set your standards high that’s for sure.

Next was Kim Namjoon whom you had shared an extra-credit class with that you had been miserably failing. It hadn’t taken long for you to ask him for his help, not when you fluttered your lashes and leaned forward just enough to tease the lacy red cups holding your perfect tits. He was a goner after that, and you had the pleasure of discovering that his brain was not the only big thing he was packing. And no, you failed your extra-credit class, but you don’t regret the way he held you so tightly against his taut chest.

Kim Namjoon would then be the one to take your backdoor virginity, and in the library study room of all places! It was an experience you’ll never forget.

The next week you found yourself utterly bored and slightly drunk at a rowdy frat party. The couch you prettily sat on was lumpy and sticky with a substance you really couldn’t decipher, not that you wanted to know anyways. However, an intriguing set of feline eyes caught your attention. The way they dragged slowly and seductively over your long legs had you itching with lust. It didn’t take long for Min Yoongi to make his way to you, lowly whispering if you would like to go somewhere more private to which you enthusiastically agreed.

Min Yoongi made you cum three times with just the tip of his tongue, chuckling with pride when your thighs tightened around his head.

On the days where you tried to study instead of feeding the insatiable desire-driven beast that is yourself, you often decided to spend hours at a small cafe just five minutes from your apartment. It wasn’t that the coffee was good, or that the croissants tasted like they were straight from France, it was the hot barista that knew your coffee order off by heart. By your third visit, you learned that his name was Jung Hoseok. By your fifth visit, you stayed with him until closing. Your excuse being that you wanted to know him better. By your eighth visit, you silently gasped at the realisation that you had probably spent $100 on shitty coffee (don’t tell Hoseok). And by the tenth visit, you knew that your flirting with the cute barista payed off as that night you learnt that Jung Hoseok wholeheartedly agreed that sex toys are teammates not enemies. He spent hours in your bed that very night, overstimulating you until you possibly couldn’t take it anymore.

Jung Hoseok paired up with your trusty pink vibrator is not to be messed with as he left you walking side to side. The ghost of his dominating presence forever staining your silk sheets.

Your next escapade had you totally in control. The Sweetheart that is Jeon Jungkook brought out your feisty inner fem dom as you edged him throughout the night. With his hands shackled to your bed posts you continuously praised him for his obedience and patience all while you teasingly rocked your wet slit over his pulsing cock.

Jeon Jungkook truly was the loveliest boy; so pliant and obedient in your hands that you let him cum inside you as a reward.

You like to move on quick if it wasn't already blaringly obvious. But who could blame you! Sex is one of your favourite hobbies, and as of right now, it looks like you’ve found your next victim.

You spot him when you and your friends move to the centre of the dancefloor, your wide eyes shamelessly ogling him. The man is drop dead gorgeous, and although the club presents minimal lighting and a smoky haze hindering the full view of his stature, everything about him screams expensive. 

Every so often a flickering strobe of light will highlight his god-like face to which you take the opportunity to discreetly trail your eyes from his intimidating gaze to the way he purses his lips around his cup. 

The mysterious man is dressed in dark trousers that hold the shape of his thighs deliciously, paired with a billowed white blouse that is unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peak of the glittering necklaces adorning his chest.

Unconsciously, you begin to bite at your lip and slow down the movement of your hips when your mind begins to flood with all the things you’d like this man to do to you. When your burning gaze finally reaches his end, you gasp slightly, for those striking eyes meet your very own.

“Is the lighting playing with my vision or is that handsome hunk walking towards us?” your friend pants beside you.

The lighting is surely not playing with her vision when you spot the Godly man getting taller and taller as he gets closer to where you stand.

There’s a nervous flurry of butterflies that erupt in your stomach when you notice his sharp gaze is focused solely on you. It’s almost as if his mission for the night was to have you in his bed, and who are you to refuse such a delicious offer?

Teasingly, you roll your body turning your back towards him so you can let out an excited squeal to your friends as he finally makes his way to you.

You feel his presence immediately. Although he does not touch you, your body buzzes with hot anticipation.

You play it cool, nonchalant, as you continue the slow movements of your hips. You let the music guide you, the consistent beat of the bass acting like a ticking clock waiting for him to make the next move.

You almost sigh when he lightly grazes your back with his fingers and huskily whispers into your ear, “I haven’t been able to stop watching you this entire night.”

Oh? So apparently you weren’t the only one with a staring problem.

Leaning into him ever so slightly, you chuckle. “The feeling’s mutual then.”

His touch remains light, it frustrates you because he’s so close yet so far. “Can I dance with you, sweetheart?” he asks gently.

You only hum, turning towards him to place his hands firmly on your hips.

You try to keep your jaw falling to the ground when you see his face up close. He’s breathtaking. So much so he almost doesn’t look real.

His lips twitch into a sly grin at the way you try to cover up your bewildered face. It’s cute, he thinks.

“What’s your name?” you ask sweetly, covering up your shock by swaying to the rhythm of the music.

“Why do you wanna know?” he smirks, head tilting to the side teasingly.

“So I know what to scream later.”

Your statement is bold and unexpected, but that’s just who you are. A wide grin is plastered on your face when it’s his turn to display a surprised expression.

“Is that so?” he questions with a curious raise of his brow. 

Before you even get a chance to speak a word, the gorgeous man tightens his grip on your hips, pulling you closer towards him so he can whisper, “my name’s Taehyung.”

“Taehyung,” you mumble, testing out the way his name rolls so easily off your tongue.

His hands continue to wander your body, his left hand making its way onto your hip while his right tucks a fallen wisp of hair behind your ear. “Well now I think It's only fair I get to know the name of the pretty girl in front of me.”

You busy your own hands, trailing them down his chest all while keeping flirty eye contact with him, “I’m Y/N.”

Taehyung brings you even closer, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your barely covered legs. You spot a slight flicker of his eyes towards your glossed lips before his eyes get lost behind you. They flutter back to you quick, however you notice and your grin drops slightly. What is he looking at?

Curiosity gets the best of you when Taehyung’s eyes slide behind your stature once more. You turn your head, wanting a look at what’s distracting Taehyung from you, though Taehyung is swift, cupping your chin to bring your wandering eyes back to him.

“Keep your eyes on me sweetheart,” he gently murmurs with another glance behind you.

Your pout is big at the loss of his attention, “but-”

There’s a warmth pressed against your back that cuts your next sentence, and If it wasn’t for the sly smile Taehyung displays, you would have been rather confused.

“How lovely of you to join us, Jimin,” Taehyung chuckles, turning your body towards the newcomer that was previously against your back.

The new man in front of you looks familiar. Have you met him before? Maybe you saw him on Instagram or something.

“You guys know each other?” you ask, allowing Jimin the opportunity to place his hands where Taehyung’s once were.

Jimin is just as beautiful as Taehyung, his smoky eyes tracing your face as he says, “yes, Y/N, I unfortunately have the pleasure of being this brat’s best friend.”

His delicate fingers on your waist almost have you fully distracted, despite the fact that he knows your name even though you never mentioned it to him has you questioning if you know this Jimin.

“How do you know my name? Wait! Have I met you before?” 

Ok, so maybe you do know this guy. Although, the name Jimin certainly does not ring a bell.

“No”, he shakes his head with a smile, “this would be our first time meeting.”

You cock your head to the side like how a puppy would when they come across a confusing scenario. 

Taehyung joins your side and you shudder slightly being so close to two breathtaking men. “Don’t confuse her Jimin look how lost she looks.” 

You frown. You were just looking for a quick hookup tonight. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

Taehyung gently clasps your hand in his like it's an invitation, “why don’t we just show you something, maybe it’ll help your confusion hmm?”

Mindlessly you nod, looking up at Jimin who puts on a charming grin as they both take you to their table.

The table they take you to is a normal table you would find at a bar, however, this table is accompanied by not one, not two, but five men you’ve fucked.

You’re fucked.

“Is this some kind of joke-” you begin to spit out in disbelief.

“Ah Y/N! What brings you here?” Seokjin proclaims with amusement in his tone.

You’re stunned into silence at the attention on you.

Seokjin sends you a wink, Namjoon and Hoseok chuckle and whisper to each other, Yoongi darts his tongue out to lick his lips, and Jungkook cutely smiles, offering you a small wave.

“No fucking way. You guys are all friends?” you finally choke out.

“Ahhh Y/N, you cheeky little homie hopper,” Hoseok tuts with a shake of his head to which you huff. “God, how was I supposed to know you guys knew each other?”

You want to laugh at the coincidence of it all, here you are face to face with five of the best hookups you’ve ever met. Your mind wanders off with many questions. Do they talk about you? Do they discuss what you’ve done with each of them? You shut your eyes and sigh at the thought.

Taehyung interrupts your mental war when he turns to you, “Jimin and I were starting to get tired of these assholes blubbering on and on about you, so when we saw you tonight, we were more than excited to finally meet you and hopefully see what the hype is all about.”

You grin, “the hype huh?”

It’s Jimin’s turn to face you, “you gonna turn us down?”

You pretend to think about it, letting the tension build around the boys even though you already decided on your decision when Taehyung first set his sights on you.

You flutter your lashes at the two gorgeous boys beside you, “well, if I’m gonna homie hop, I might as well do it right.”

The second the door to your apartment is unlocked, two hasty pairs of hands grip your waist, hips, neck, whatever you're willing to give them. Tonight you were willing to give them everything.

“Where do you want us sweetheart?” Taehyung rasps, his lips occupied with the skin of your neck.

“My room, down the hall,” you pant, trying your best to lead the boys to said room, though it's difficult with the way they hold you with so much desire.

Their touches are like flaming embers on your skin, their close attention is enough to make you erupt into flames. This is your first time with more than one partner, and the extra attentiveness is enough to have you both nervous and elated at the same time.

Once the door to your bedroom creaks open, Jimin presses a quick peck to your swelling lips, “lay down for us baby,” he instructs. 

Dazed and dizzy with lust, you comply, shuffling onto all fours to get onto your silk pillows. You cheekily shake your ass with a giggle before turning around and laying down.

Taehyung and Jimin share a look of pure ardour, their gazes fiery as they seemingly communicate telepathically on what they have planned for you. 

Your thighs clench involuntarily.

You don’t know who to keep your eyes on. The way Taehyung rounds the bed to get closer to your side, the way Jimin stays in front of you with his stare trapped on your heaving chest, or the strained bulges the two of them sport.

“Shit, Y/N I don’t think you know how fucking gorgeous you look right now,” Taehyung almost moans, leaning towards you to nuzzle his lips into your neck.

You happily let him press open, wet kisses along the length of your neck and collarbones, all while you keep an eye trained on Jimin. Teasingly, you trail a finger up the bare skin of your thigh, dragging the hem of your tight dress with it, “hmm I think I already know that,” comes your smug reply.

Taehyung nips at your neck, causing a breathy moan to escape your throat. His slender fingers delicately caress your throat, the warm ghost of his breath lingering on your neck, reddening with blossoming love bites.

Taehyung’s piercing eyes never leave your excited ones as he leads his hands towards the thin strap of your dress. He flicks it off of your shoulder with practiced precision, “let’s get you out of this fucking dress.”

Jimin presses himself into the bed, helping Taehyung with the removal of your dress. With two hands on your hips, Jimin pushes your dress up over your lace panties, a low whistle cooling over your exposed heat.

“Did you wear this for us baby?” he teases before releasing a guttural moan when he pushes your dress over your breasts.

“No bra?” Taehyung almost sneers, blowing cold air on your nipple and internally sighing at the perkiness of your breasts.

Biting your lip, you provoke the boys even further when you squeeze your breasts, the size of them so big that they spill out of the gaps between your fingers. “Are you guys gonna keep staring, or are we gonna fuck?”

“Trust me sweetheart, you’re not gonna be able to walk straight after we’re done with you”, Taehyung grumbles, and with a nod to directed to the man in front of you, Jimin hooks his thumbs under your pnties, pulling them off swiftly and attaching his plump lips straight to your unexpecting clit.

“Shit!,” you yelp, thighs acting on instinct, squeezing around Jimin’s busy head.

Jimin’s tongue is skilled as it circles and flicks deliciously on your buzzing clit. Using his index and middle finger, he spreads your folds apart making sure he tastes every part of you.

His mouth takes turns between sucking and tonguing at your fluttering bud, squeezing your eyes shut you moan, “oh God.”

Jimin stops momentarily, “that’s not my name but that’ll do,” he cheekily says, chin glistening with your essence. Jimin doesn’t stop there, he only does more. As Jimin’s mouth continues lapping at your heat, he brings the pad of his pointer finger to your entrance. Gently he prods until the length of his pointer finger slides completely into you.

The combination of Jimin’s fingers and mouth earns a loud moan from you to which Taehyung swallows as he crashes his lips to yours. “How does he make you feel?” Taehyung hushes, “tell him baby.”

When Taehyung releases his mouth from yours with a smack, a lazy grin spreads across your face, “Yoongi was better.”

A loud wet slap fills the room followed by your scream as Jimin slaps your pulsing clit. “Tae, I think something needs to shut that slutty mouth, don’t you think?”

Getting up into a kneeling position and unbuckling his belt, Taehyung sends you an intimidating face, “open your mouth, slut. I don’t wanna hear that bratty voice of yours unless it’s moaning around my cock.”

Delirious and extremely turned on, your jaw almost drops at the sheer size of Taehyung. His cock sits erect, blushing red at the tip and ready for your drooling mouth. You stick your tongue out, lashes fluttering prettily when Taehyung holds your chin with a sturdy grip. He guides his cock into your warm mouth and you happily hum around his tip when it finally settles onto your tongue.

Jimin watches the interaction with heated interest, his own member struggling under the tight denim he wears. 

“Fuck sweetheart, take it in just like that,” Taehyung throws his head back when you manage to slide his cock to the hilt of your throat. Gurgling around it, you maintain your gaze on the way he shuts his eyes in pleasure and furrows his brows when you swirl your tongue around his leaking head.

Releasing Taehyung’s cock from your mouth, you find Jimin entranced, his hand that was previously inside you palming at his jeans.

“Come here, Jimin,” you croak, continuing to stroke Taehyung’s pulsing length. Jimin makes his way to your left, watching you with his jaw slacked as you unbuckle his belt with one hand, and pleasure Taehyung with the other.

Jimin’s member springs out of the confinements of his boxers, pre cum begginging to drip. You tease him, licking the underside of his shaft and revel in the way his whole body shivers from that small touch alone.

Before Jimin even gets a chance to form a word, your mouth wraps around his length, bobbing up and down with the most lewd noises surrounding your bedroom walls.

You take turns with them, taking Taehyung back into your mouth as you stroke Jimin’s thick cock with a tight grip. “Fuck, Y/N this is so hot,” groans Jimin from above as he stares at the way you're so beautifully spread, your watery eyes wide and playful while you shamelessly handle and suck two cocks at once.

Watching two men crumble above you brought some kind of power. Even though they towered over you, you held the capacity to make them fall just from your hands and mouth. The sight of both of them in absolute euphoria pushed another wave of desire onto your centre.

“Look at you, so pretty. I bet that pussy is feeling a little lonely huh?” Taehyung pants. He sticks two fingers in his mouth, covering them in his spit before bringing them to your abandoned clit. You moan delightfully around Jimin, your legs slightly raising off the mattress at the slow and satisfying way Taehyung circles his fingers around your heat.

“I think this pussy is ready to be filled, you’re so wet, I bet I could slide right in. Isn’t that right sweetheart?”

You nod, hands still wrapped around both boys, drool spilling from your lips “yes! Please fuck me.”

“Ah, she’s begging now Jimin,” Taehyung snickers.

“Do you think she deserves it?” Jimin questions, “I think we should show her how much better we are with our tongues than Yoongi.”

“You’re right Jimin, I’m sick and tired of listening to Yoongi boasting about his stupid tongue technology or whatever the fuck he calls it,” Taehyung spits tugging your wrist of his cock and moving towards your dripping centre, Jimin following his lead.

“Say Y/N, have you ever had two tongues on you?” Taehyung asks, prying your rubbing thighs open.

“N-no,” you stutter, and you swear a more of your essence gushes out at the sight of two heads peering up at you from your thighs.

“Fuck, what a pretty pussy,” Taehyung groans, leaving a trail on kisses onto your thighs with Jimin spreading open your lips again watching the way it glistens under the warm light of your room.

You don’t know who dives in first, all you know is that you have never felt pleasure quite like this before. The sounds of hungry slurps and low groans enter your ears like a sweet melody, your breath becomes ragged and heavy at the sight of their tongues overlapping over each other, fighting for a taste of you like you’re their last meal.

“Oh my- fuck!” you squeal at the feeling of two fingers entering into you in addition to the fast flickering of a tongue.

Spreading your legs even further to make room for the two boys, you throw your head into your pillow. You feel a fire brew into your stomach, your hips continuously bucking up into their faces only for Jimin to forcefully push you down by the hip bones before attacking your centre with more ferocity.

“I-I’m gonna cum, holy shit!” comes your scream, and the two boys between your thighs continue at their pace, Taehyung with his long, slender fingers pumping in and out of you, his mouth sharing the sweetness of your heat with Jimin’s plump lips.

Your orgasm overtakes you, your hands gripping their hair as you let out a joyful moan. Your chest heaves and you feel dizzy staring down at the two handsome men that stare up at you in awe.

“Fuck that was hot,” Jimin laugh, pushing his hair back to reveal his forehead dotting with sweat.

“Don’t tell Yoongi. That was definitely better,” you tiredly whimper. Taehyung pinches your thigh getting up to hover over you and peck your pouting lips, “I’m telling Yoongi.”

“How are you feeling?” Jimin asks, tucking the sticky strands of your hair away from your face. “I feel so fucking good,” you gleam.

“Good because we’re not done with you. Turn around for me baby.”

Jimin holds your hips, assisting you to turn over while Taehyung lays where you once were, his pants discarded, cock standing proudly.

You find yourself settled on Taehyung’s lap, your wet slit pressed against his pelvis. “What do you have planned now?” you sweetly ask.

From behind you Jimin places a kiss on your temple, your cheek, and then your lips. Sliding his tongue into your mouth, your kiss with Jimin begins to get heated quickly. You crane your neck to get a deeper taste of him while Taehyung rubs circles on your naked waist, watching the two of you with hunger behind his eyes.

Jimin’s hands wander down to your plump ass, massaging it in his hands. He releases from your lips, looking down at where his hands hold you. “Have you ever been filled up here?” Jimin asks.

“Where?” you dumbly reply.

Jimin spreads your cheeks apart, sucking on his pointer finger before it circles around your tight hole, “here,” he motions.

You unintentionally clench, “yeah, Namjoon has. Didn’t he tell you?”

You’re met with a sharp slap against your ass cheek, the skin already reddening from Jimin’s swift hand. He tuts, “I thought we got rid of that brattiness.”

“Well, you haven’t fucked me well enough- ugh!” your argumentative tone cuts into a moan when Taehyung grabs your tits and offers them a slap.

“Haven’t fucked you well enough huh? Say that again after we fuck you in both of your holes.” Taehyung’s words have you reeling with eagerness, his hands positioning you over his cock and helping you sink down onto him

“Fuck, you’re big,” you sigh, placing your hands atop of Taehyung’s as he grips your waist tightly. 

You roll your hips, adjusting yourself to his size before Jimin roughly pushes you, your chest pressed firmly against Taehyung’s

“Since someone’s already fucked this slutty hole, I guess I don’t need to be gentle with it huh?” Jimin rumbles, spitting onto your ass hole and using two fingers to gently pry it open.

Taehyung remains inside of your pussy watching over the top of your head as Jimin slowly pushes the tip of his cock into your ass. Jimin watches your reaction, checks for any discomfort, though when you whimper out in pleasure, securely hold your ass coaxing his length into you, your sweet moans of joy luring him on.

“Oh my fucking God, I feel so full,” you almost scream. You breathe in Taehyung scent, the boys completely still though you feel every twitch and pulse of their cocks inside of you.

You push up slightly, your tits perfectly settled in front of Taehyung as you say to both of them, “fuck me please.”

The pleasure your body possesses is unimaginable. The way you feel so entirely stuffed and full makes you dizzy.

From below Taehyung bucks up into you all while his hands and mouth busy themselves with your tits. He never takes his eyes off you while his mouth takes in your nipple, revelling in how goergeous you look absolutely fucked out.

Jimin is just as messy, thrusting his cock into your ass so hard his skin slaps against yours loud and clear. You whine into the air at the perfect rhythm at which Jimin and Taehyung thrust into you. 

Taehyung thrusts, then Jimin, and this continuous feeling of never being empty has your legs quivering.

Hiding your tear-stained face into Taehyung’s neck, you mewl out a cry, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

Taehyung’s arms wrap around your back pulling you tighter against his chest so he can maintain his hard pace, “yeah sweetheart? You gonna cum for us?”

Jimin huddles in closer,. Practically laying on top of you as his thrusts begin to get more sloppy, “you’re gonna cum with us, ok baby?”

“Oh!” comes your reply, for you have no thoughts circling your brain, just pure rapture. “I’m cumming!” you finally cry, diving into the explosive fire in your belly that takes control of your whole body.

You lay limp, panting hard as the two men continue to find their euphoria, their low animalist grumbles roaring loudly in your ears. You’re so caught up in the moment, you jolt in surprise at the sheer amount of cum that enters your body.

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

You feel the hot air of their panting surrounding you like dessert wind and you smile with satisfaction.

Jimin pulls out globs of his cum dribbling out of your asshole and onto Taehyung’s cock where he still resides in you.

“Look at you, Y/N. Gorgeous.”

Taehyung pulls out soon after, and just like Jimin, his cum oozes out like cream. “You okay?” Taehyung quietly asks, smoothing your wild hair down.

Jimin joins Taehyung’s side, looking at you with adoration. “I’m better than fine,” you croak sleepily, making the boys laugh cutely.

“Let’s clean you up,” Jimin announces, locating your bathroom to grab a few towels as your eyes begin to get droopy.

Taehyung and Jimin quietly talk as they clean you and themselves up, not noticing how sleep begins to overtake you. As you revel in their scents and that warm gooey feeling in your chest, you smile. From now on, ‘homie hopper till you die!’ Is your new motto.

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subtle | myg

↳ summary: just another memory added to the long list of drunk memories that you’ll forget but wish you’d remember, while yoongi will remember but wish he could forget. 

↳ genre: fluff; light angst; friends (?) to lovers (?); min yoongi x reader

↳ rating: pg-13

↳ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and yoongi’s soft spots being exposed to the light of day. yknow, just another joonary fic.

↳ word count: 3.5k

↳ a/n: don’t ask me what this is because i wrote this in like 2 hours so i don’t even know. heavily inspired by chapter 51 of see you in my 19th life because i can’t get their dynamic out of my head. it’s been such a long time since i’ve written anything at all, let me know what you think!

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[reneejuliet]

As I Leave You

Author: reneejuliet

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1,538

Genre: Angst (I'd say I'm sorry but would you believe me?), Friends to Lovers?, Idol AU

Author’s Note: Here we gooooooooooo. This touches on Hoseok and Reader both. I can also say with about 87% certainty that this is the last part that's gonna hurt before it starts getting better. I will make no promises though! Also, please forgive my egregious use of italics in this installment, and my penchant for the top floor office stereotype. I make no excuses.

Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy!

You can find all previous parts here, under The Incident™ Installments. Thanks @jinfizz for the unofficial suggestion, I've finally decided on the name!

You look nice today.

The color of your blouse is new, but flattering against your skin tone. You've let your hair down, too, something you never really got to do in the "field". Not because you couldn't; it was just more practical to keep it swept back. Now, it softens your face, and you look pretty.

It makes Hoseok miserable.

He's happy you're doing okay. Somewhere deep, deep down – he really is. You deserve to be okay; more than, if he's being honest, but it's a start. The work in your new department is steady, keeping you plenty busy, and your co-workers have seemingly accepted you as one of their own. Any rumors tailing you around the office have tapered off and you have more than proven yourself worth your job.

Not that he knows any of this. He shouldn’t know any of this. You definitely haven’t told him. He can’t help it, though. It’s been months and he’s hardly seen you at all. When he does, all he can muster is small waves and insincere smiles, to which you only ever nod curtly. Then you duck away, and he is left to stare forlornly after you. Can he really be blamed for using what resources were available to him to ensure that you were doing alright?

Resources, he realizes, he should probably be using in other ways. It’s what you would have wanted. But he can’t find it in him to visit Minjee again. Not after last time.

He’d tried – he really had. About two weeks after your transfer, he’d managed to reach out to her. Schedule a visit. If nothing else, he needed the release. His shoulders were buried under the weight of guilt he carried for your displacement. No matter how he looked at it, this was entirely his fault. Even if he went back as far as to your proposition to help, he should have said no. It would have been the professional thing to do. He’d signed on for this life, after all. You hadn’t.

You hadn’t signed on for any of this.

The hook-up was a disaster. He tried to get out of his own head, to just enjoy the shape of Minjee and the feel of her in his hands, but he just couldn’t. Because every time he shut his eyes, you were there. If he kept his eyes open, he’d hear you in the words Minjee spoke. Even something as simple and basic as a gasp of breath conjured you in his mind, reminders of the indignant gasps of surprise he would cause with a joke or something stupid he said while with you. And suddenly it didn’t matter how hard he was, how close he might have been.

It wasn’t you.

She’d been understanding, at first. Wrote it off as him having a rough week. She’d kiss his cheek and promise next week, they’d figure it out then. But Hoseok never called, never texted. He never reached out anymore. He was too much of a coward to admit to her that it wasn’t just a rough patch. It was just… him.

Even now, as he stares at you in the lobby from his perch on the stairs, he can’t help the way he aches. To see you, to talk to you, to hold you in his arms. His tongue presses to the back of his teeth with the flavor of your name, wanting to call it out for the entire building to hear. He doesn’t care anymore. Nothing is right without you and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep pretending. No one is buying it anyway. Everyone knows.

He won’t, though. Just as he hasn’t every day prior, he won’t call out to you. If he’s learned anything from your time together, it’s selflessness. You gave up so much for him without him ever even knowing. The least he could do is return the favor. Treat you to the same courtesy you once showered him with.

Besides, you are happy. It’s obvious in the lilt of your smile, the melody of your laugh. Your eyes have a shine that has been missing for a long time now. There’s no more secrets, no more burden hovering over you like a gray cloud. You are light, you are free.

You are beautiful. In a way Hoseok can never bring out in you.

It’s obvious, now. Bang PD may have gotten it wrong all those months ago when he unjustly punished you and thought it a kindness, or maybe he just knew. Maybe he saw what Hoseok had been blind to from the very beginning. Because there wasn’t a shred of doubt about it anymore.

Hoseok is in love with you. He has been for a while now.

And he will do right by you, even if it kills him.

“…it would be a return to handler duties, at the very least. We thought it only right to present you with the opportunity.”

You sit before Manager Sejin and Bang PD once more, this time in the latter’s personal office. He’d sent for you by way of the receptionist, who’d caught you just as you were heading out for the day. It had been a rush of memory from all those months ago. Still, you’d thanked her and gathered what courage you could summon as you made your way to the topmost floor. This time, as they greeted you, they hadn’t seemed quite as solemn. In fact, you almost believed you saw a trace of amusement in Sejin’s expression as he ushered you into a chair.

You suppose it made sense now.

“I’m… I’m not sure I understand.”

Bang PD smiles gently at you. It’s a lot, he knows. Especially considering an end date to your probation had never been discussed yet. But he’d seen you the past months, watched closely as you worked diligently and kept your nose clean. You were a good kid. If he could offer you something of this magnitude, it seemed only fair.

“If you accept, you’d be contracted as a handler, directly overseeing the group’s day-to-day schedule. You have more than proven yourself capable. Sejin-ssi has even spoken quite extensively to your credit and ability.”

Your ears are ringing from how hard your heart is pounding, the blood rushing in tidal waves through your veins until you are buzzing. From excitement or numbness, you haven’t quite decided. Still, the proposition has left you reeling, and you are desperately trying to catch up.

“And… and, uh, if I decline?”

His mouth twitches thin for just a moment, as if the idea displeases him as much as it does you. “Should you turn down this opportunity, you would remain here, with BigHit. In your current position.”

You nod, accepting one piece of information at a time. “And what are the chances of returning to such duties here?”

This time, his mouth does pull thin. The displeasure is clear in his expression, but it is not at you. It is at whatever he is about to say. You almost regret asking.

“After careful consideration, we do not feel it appropriate to return you to your duties as handler. If we could guarantee you would only be assigned to other talent, it would be different. As it is, with the turbulent way in which things often move in this industry, it is not something we could ensure. And, it has not been lost on us how... distraught J-Hope has been during this trial. We fear the level of professionalism required of such a position has been compromised, and though you have proven nothing but exemplary in meeting our conditions… well, it doesn’t seem that you are the problem any longer, unfortunately.”

Unfortunately. How uncomfortably intimate you’d become with that word as of late.

“I understand.”

And, for once, you do. You’ve not been oblivious to the shift in Hoseok’s behavior since your absence. At first, your heart had soared at the implication that he missed you. That he cared for you as much as you cared for him. With each passing glance, however, it had become glaringly obvious that it would be a problem. That it was a problem. Which was why you had gone to such lengths to distance yourself. Maybe, if you went that extra mile…

Well. It didn’t matter in the long run. Not now that you found yourself sat before your employer, being handed a golden opportunity you had begun to think was only a dream anymore. There was just one catch.

It was at another company. If you ever wanted to be a talent handler again, you would have to transfer.

“Of course, you may take the time to think on it. We don’t expect you to decide right this moment. It is a lot to consider –“

“With all due respect,” you interrupted, startled by your own boldness. You would have never cut Bang PD off before. Now… “I don’t need time. I know my answer.”

Bang PD and Sejin look at you curiously, but not surprised. Not really. “Very well. What is your decision?”

You close you eyes for a moment, take a deep breath. Compose yourself.

Then you answer.

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My Warmth is You

⚜ Hoseok x Namjoon ⚜ Coloured Palms AU ⚜ 1057 Words ⚜ Genre: Fluff? ⚜ Prompt: Hoseok x Namjoon ⚜ Notes: Pining, Confessions, No warnings apply. ⚜ A/n: Written for the That Thing You Do bingo hosted by @bangtanwritingbingo​. Had this idea for 5 years but never had the proper plot/motivation to complete it. It still feels incomplete to me but maybe one day I’ll figure it out. 

Summary: Hoseok would drown in the blue of Namjoon’s palms. It never occurred to him that Namjoon feels the light coming from his white and yellow hands.

[Read on AO3 instead?] 

Hoseok always saw the world in its vibrancy. He sees the soft glow of colours on the palms of people’s hands. Rainbows and non rainbows each time he saw them, and he knew he was the only one.

His own hands were a soft white and yellow mix, as if a glow of an angel’s halo. He liked it. It made him feel good about himself. Such pretty, soft colours that said that it was him and just him. A quiet beacon for everyone else who needed comfort. A beacon no one could see but it can definitely be felt. 

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Barbecue Pork Nachos

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x female reader

Genre: slice of life

Word Count: 1,639

Rating: PG

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Summary: Your life never seems to stay on course. From school to work to your love life, nothing goes according to even your best-laid plans. The one thing you can always count on, however, is that Taehyung is always willing to share a meal with you.

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freefall | kth

summary: hearing banging noises outside your front door at 11 at night could mean one out of two things. one, you are seconds away from getting chopped up by an axe murderer. two, someone is purposefully being an inconsiderate asshole.

or three, a fratboy from delta phi who goes by the name of kim taehyung faceplants in front of your door amidst a high-stakes game of… hide and seek?

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, smut (pretty tame tbh! cuz it’s my first time eek), comedy, college!au, fratboy!au

word count: 10k

warnings: RATED 18+, grinding, dryhumping, palming, mentions of drugs and alcohol (yk regular frat shit), swearing, taehyung is a gentleman fr tho my gawd with a big co-

A/N: i’d just like to thank everyone for the immense amount of support or else i would have never had the confidence in myself and my writing to try to create and post something of this nature. i hope u reading as much as i enjoyed writing this fr! i’d like to give huge shoutouts to some special peeps that were with me throughout the process of me writing this: LINH !! @latetaektalk , i’ve absolutely adored u and ur work for the longest time and u beta reading my work meant the world, truly. SOULMATE! @pjmsdior , who always looks over my work for me and is just the kindest and cutest soul. meekers @tomotae , slay i make u read all my work but im finally writing smut now duh, she is very happy for this monumental event the most i think. and last but not least the bestie 4L @koushiningg , whom i made read this last night at their house which was the funniest shit ever. once again, hope u enjoy reading!!! sending luv always, jumi <3

taglist: @nap-of-a-starr @ppeachyttae @tetesland @taestrwbrry @je0nmin @rooo-tah @delusionalsnack (not working) @jeontier @taeshobipop​

❧ PLAYLIST.

This was the most serenity you’ve felt in weeks. 

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[augustbutwinter]

tales of the househusbands 10  - ksj2

rating: sfw pairing: ksj x reader genre: househusband!AU, established relationship, fluff warnings: blood in a semi-graphic depiction of violence wordcount: 191 words tiny summary: seokjin is talented. you think it might be love at first sight.

a/n: sorry for the slight delay. real life, am i right? anyway. this drabble concludes what i decided is the first round/season/whatever of “tales of the househusband”. the second batch will start coming your way probably by the end of april, i hope. thank you so so so much to everyone who has read and reblogged and liked and talked to me about this. <3

MY NEVERENDING LOVE TO @jinpanman and @hobi-gif​! For fueling my inspiration and just being awesome! Thank you.

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a while back, right at the beginning

“Swoosh!”

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[augustbutwinter]

tales of the househusbands 9  - pjm1 ft. myg&jjk

rating: sfw pairing: none really (but yes, pjm also has a badass person at his side who doesn’t make an appearance here) genre: househusband!AU, established relationship, fluff, crack warnings: semi-graphic depiction of  violence (mentions of bones, blood, bone marrow) wordcount: 285 words tiny summary: jimin is not what he seems.

a/n: please welcome the next househusband to the fold. there’s gonna be one more drabble next week, and then i’ll take a few weeks off to regroup. thank you so much for reading and commenting on these drabbles, it means a lot! <3

a/n2: ALWAYS ALWAYS thank you to @hobi-gif​ and @jinpanman​

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set a little further down the line. new accquaintances are made.

Jungkook is disgusted. He knows he has committed some gruesome things in the past, but this is stuff that even gives his nightmares nightmares. He has never stooped so low into the abyss.

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[augustbutwinter]

in case of emergency | jhs

pairing: hoseok x reader title: in case of emergency rating: sfw summary: and then it hits him. you’re it. wordcount: 595 words genre: songfic, new relationship, fluff!fluff!fluffyfluff! warnings: none a/n: SURPRISE! Did anyone still believe I’d manage to finish these drabbles? This one is for you @hobi-gif​  <3

a/n2: not beta-ed

Based on this song: Ben Platt - Share Your Address

Milestone Drabble Masterlist // Masterlist // AO3

“Let’s move in together.”

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[augustbutwinter]

tales of the househusbands 8  - kth1

rating: sfw pairing: kth x reader genre: househusband!AU, established relationship, fluff, crack warnings: none wordcount: 282 words tiny summary: taehyung is highly skilled.

a/n: please welcome the next househusband to the fold.

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With every passing second the high pitched sound grows louder and louder. Like a siren it makes his ears ring.

Taehyung starts sweating. He can’t lose his cool now.The next few seconds are crucial. Every move needs to be carefully calculated. A small mistake now might have grave consequences later. 

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[1800dojaejung]

April 14th | MYG (M)

🖤 Summary: When you’re out at a singles bar on Black Day, you think all you need is booze and music and that you’re better off without anyone else…that is until you meet Yoongi and your evening becomes much more interesting.

🖤 Pairing: Yoongi x F!Reader

🖤 Genre/AU: Smut, humor, pwp, s2l

🖤 Rating: 18+ | R

🖤 Warnings: Profanity, lots of alcohol, drunk sex (both parties are consenting!!!), fingering, oral: female receiving, light handjob, vomit (NOT involved in the smut to be clear)

🖤 Words: 4.6k

🖤 Note: Written for @bangtaninn​​’s Valentine’s Day event, XOXO. Dialogue prompt: “I’m only doing this because you’re cute.”

Big ol thank you to @bangtanintotheroom​​​ for being my wonderful beta reader!!!! Thank you @aquagustd​​​ for the banner picture! I was spoiled for choice but finally decided on that one. And thank you to @joheunsaram​​​ for suggesting the karaoke song that Yoongi and Y/n sing! It literally was the perfect choice and I love you for suggesting it lol.

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yoongi scenario | the taming of the tsundere

❝ hoseok and namjoon make a bet concerning their friend, yoongi, and his nonexistent love life. determined to win the bet, hoseok takes it upon himself to get yoongi a date before prom. that’s where you come into the equation. too bad yoongi’s a stubborn tsundere, and you’re a complete idiot…  ❞

↳ alternatively: hoseok desperately tries to get two idiots to kiss through 33k words of slow burn

➝ prompt: i have no one to sit with at lunch so i sat at your table and now your friends are not-so subtly kicking you under the table and whispering loudly that your crush has shown up…

➝ pairing:  tsundere! yoongi x weeb! female reader

➝ requested by @c-onstellationx​ | 32.9k words | fluff, mild angst, high school au

➝ warnings/ includes: profanity; one instance of sexual harassment (from a minor side character); multiple pov; changing room banter; misunderstandings; side pairing of hoseok x female oc; y/n is the definition of no thoughts, head empty; i wasn’t kidding when i said ‘slow burn’; pining™️; lots of cliches because i have no self restraint and wanted to write something comfy

➝ author’s note: this request specifically asked for yoongi to be tsundere. i hope i delivered :’) i love the tsundere trope, but it was way more difficult to write than i initially thought. i’m hoping i did it justice.

if you squint hard - i mean really, really hard - this is loosely inspired by ‘the taming of the shrew’. i hope you enjoy!

➝ taglist: @a-noona-mous​ | @mwitsmejk​

Min Yoongi does not like you. He’s made that very clear from the beginning.

You don’t know what you did to upset him, but from your first meeting he’s been as prickly as a cactus.

Perhaps the problem started when you first bumped into him – literally, unfortunately. You had been running down the school corridor, late for your Literature lesson, and had rounded the corner to launch yourself directly into Yoongi coming from the opposite direction. The box Yoongi had been carrying clattered to the floor, poetry anthologies spilling everywhere – open at various pages – while you ended up kissing the floor.

You had sat up, apologising profusely, but Yoongi had taken none of it, simply grumbling at you to get out of the way so that he could pick up the books and move on. You had watched, a crumpled mess on the floor, with hair falling wildly across your face, while Yoongi stuffed the books back into the box.

You recognised him from a few of your shared classes, but you’d never actually exchanged words with him before.

He had glanced over at you, irritation scrunching his soft face into a frown. “Why are you just sitting there like an idiot?”

You had blinked, unsure what to make of him and his strangely adorable pout. It was the first time a boy had rendered you speechless.

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[augustbutwinter]

tales of the househusbands 7  - knj1

rating: sfw pairing: knj x reader genre: househusband!AU, established relationship, fluff, crack warnings: none wordcount: 282 words tiny summary: namjoon is dissapointed.

a/n: THE PLOT THICCENS! my endless thanks to @jinpanman​ and @hobi-gif if​ without whom I would have long lost the overview over these characters.

tagging: @reliablemitten ​ and @sahmfanficbts​ - because it’s namjoon.

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set shortly after the peach incident (3) and the phonecall (5)

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“I have questions,” a deep voice comes out of the dark.

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[reneejuliet]

Leave You Broken

Author: reneejuliet

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,350

Genre: Angst

Author’s Note: I didn't quite wait for the quota of notes I was hoping for on Don't Leave Me Standing, but I'm impatient if I'm anything. This is from reader's POV. I went back and forth between how I was going to write what ultimately became DLMS, because I knew part of me wanted to explore what reader felt/experienced through this incident. And even though I scrapped that idea for the official installment, I couldn't let it go. Thus, this interim. I hope you like it, and that it sheds some light on reader's struggles and internal processing.

We've got some more angst to wade through before things look up, but I promise it will get there! Eventually. One day. Until then, enjoy the suffering, bebes!

As always, you can find the previous parts here. This won't make sense on its own.

Noise.

That’s the only way you could describe the words around you, your brain long since checked out. It sits, useless, within your head. You try to stir it, to urge it back to life. To will any sort of coherency out of it. But it’s of no use.

Fifteen minutes ago, you’d received an email requesting your immediate attendance to Conference Room C. Fifteen minutes ago, you’d wandered unsuspectingly into what felt too akin to a trap, realized your trip here had been more a death march than a leisurely stroll. Fifteen minutes ago, you’d found not just your own supervisor awaiting you, but Manager Sejin and Bang PD himself.

The big boss. Head honcho. Maker and breaker of your career.

You’d been confused, to say the very least. Fear had unwittingly began to coil in your gut, warning bells blaring inside your head. Manager Sejin you were familiar with – your work crossed paths with his fairly often. But Bang PD had never even looked your way, let alone requested your presence specifically for something. You were not important enough to be privy to anything in his world. So why was he here? Now?

Now that you knew, you wish that you didn’t. You long to return to a time where you were oblivious to the workings above you. To have just one more moment of blissful ignorance. But it was too late for any of that. You were already ruined.

“Y/N-ssi, what do you think?”

Your head moves of its own accord, looking up more on instinct than of interest. What do you think? You don’t. You’re not sure you will ever know or produce another thought in the vast expanse stretching between your ears. This is not an appropriate answer, however, and would likely end up getting you fired. Therefore you shake what sense still lingers back into yourself, if only temporarily, and muster the courage to meet their eyes.

It’s hard, so hard, and you battle the urge to cry. Suppress the nausea clawing at the back of your throat. Later – you will let yourself unravel later. Not right now. You have to save what face you have left.

It’s just so hard with the way they look at you.

“Yes, uhm. Okay.”

It’s such a basic answer, and you want to gag. How unprofessional. Maybe you deserved this after all.

“Okay?”

It’s Bang PD now. He looks at you with a firm face, and you want to hate him. You really do. But you can’t. He’s just doing his job. If anything, he’s been too kind to you. He’s thorough, though. He’s professional.

He wants you to say it.

“I accept your terms.”

You say “terms.” You mean demotion. You mean probation. You mean your scarlet letter. All of these you cannot say, though, so you hope he will accept “terms.”

The brief nod of his head tells you he does. Thank God, because your tongue refuses to betray you. There are still parts of you stubborn enough to fight, despite how utterly exhausted you suddenly are. Somewhere in your chest, your heart mourns the impending war that will wage within.

“Very well. Your handler contract will be nullified at the end of the day, and a new one drawn up for your transition into Marketing. You will hand over your phone and keys to Sejin-ssi so that he may pass them along to your replacement. Tomorrow, you will report to your new supervisor in Marketing and they will escort you to your desk. There, you will begin probation, the length of which as yet undetermined. If, at the end of this time, you have met all of our expectations, a return to your handler duties may be revisited. It is not, however, a guarantee.”

You bow your head, too numb and untrusting of your voice for anything else. Bang PD’s eyes soften just slightly – you must look pretty pathetic.

“Understand, Y/N, we recognize your contribution to this company. You have proven to be a valuable asset; it is why we do not wish to let you go. We hope that these circumstances will be temporary, but they are necessary.”

Again, you bow your head. You are dismissed shortly after passing your keys and phone off to Sejin, who offers a sympathetic smile. It is too much, much too much, and you rush from the room. They will not see you cry; you will not have it.

It is only in the furthest stall of the women’s restroom, with the door locked and your feet tucked up under you, that you finally let yourself break.

It hurts. God, it hurts so much and it feels like it will never end. Truthfully, it won’t. This is going to follow you for the rest of your life, taint your name and record, and it won’t matter how good, how great, how utterly amazing you can be. All they will see is this gargantuan mistake, a Goliath of a misunderstanding, marked as a negligent indiscretion.

Liability. Libertine. Temptress.

You had always known the risks. On more than one level. But then he’d looked at you, and there was something in his eyes that you hadn’t been able to resist. Something about him made you ready to throw caution to the wind and risk everything for just a sliver of his happiness. It didn’t matter what happened to you, as long as he was happy.

But this – this was not something you had ever factored. It was so far-fetched, so incredibly preposterous that it had never even come close to your radar of repercussions. On its surface, it almost looked like a compliment. Deep down, though, it cut you hard enough to scar. And like said scar, this was going to be with you forever.

They’d caught you. You weren’t given too many details, just enough to recognize exactly what they were referring to and thus, knowing it was true. This was no hoax, no hoodwink. They knew. There was no quick thinking or any amount of charm that could save you now.

Reluctantly, you’d conceded their accusations. Or, rather, you did until they got you so wrong it left you breathless. Apparently, they knew nothing about Minjee. Because they thought you had the relationship with Hoseok.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter how vehemently you denied it, because you’d already admitted guilt. That, to them, served as a blanket testimony. They prattled on about company standards and contractual clauses, and as your brain began to short-circuit, one last notion managed to register with you.

Let them believe it.

No one was bringing up Hoseok, or any fault from his end. No punishments or admonishments were attached to his name. You were going to be reprimanded regardless; at least this way, he could still secret Minjee somehow. You had no idea how, but you were sure he had other confidants, other friends within the company. Someone willing to help, even if much less frequently. It was better than nothing.

You tried to take comfort in this revelation. Even as they’d doled out your sentence, you reasoned with yourself that it was better you than him. It would become your mantra until you could bring yourself to actually believe it.

Still, it hurt so much more than you could have expected. You gave yourself so few things to take pride in, but your work ethic had always been the top. Without a doubt, you knew you were good at what you did, whatever you did. Everyone around you knew it, too.

At least, they used to.

Now, that one loose thread they had found and pulled on was undoing you. It seemed like such a small piece of you, yet it had carved a cavern out of your self. And if that one unwavering fact of your identity was now questionable, how could you possibly come out of this intact?

It felt like you had nothing. You felt like nothing. Yet there was still something that ached with an entirely different pain.

How in the hell were you going to tell Hoseok?

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tales of the househusbands 6  - ksj1 ft. myg&jjk

rating: sfw pairing: ksj x reader (who is not at all in this chapter, but will be in drabbles down the line) genre: househusband!AU, established relationship, fluff warnings: none wordcount: 127 words tiny summary: seokjin is talented. yoongi and jungkook might be in love.

a/n1: this one wouldn’t be without @hobi-gif​ and @jinpanman​ - thank you, ladies! a/n2: please read in order of the series masterlist.

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set a little further down the line. a good amount of time after the peach incident.

Swoosh!“

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