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Protecting the Bloodline [JHS]

⟶ Protecting the Bloodline [Hoseok x Female Reader] ⟶ Genre: vampire au, royalty au, fantasy au, strangers to lovers, smut, angst, one-shot, 18+ ⟶ WC: 40k+ ⟶ Warnings: angsty angst angst, virgin!oc, breast play, choking, fingering, mentions of blood, blood play, p*ssy slapping, biting kink, a forced kiss (once), praising, unprotected, creampie, blood drinking, forced drinking, alcohol mentions, oral (f), multi-org*sms, overstimulation, mentions of death, dom!hoseok vibes, mentions of graphic violence, (spoiler) pr*gn*ncy descriptions, open ended ending for the imagination, etc ⟶ Summary: Understanding the role you were given by the Church you took on your duty of serving the one Prince you choose with ultimate pride. The longer you stay by his side, the more you grow curious about the treatments you receive within the walls of Briarwood Manor. Sooner or later, you stumble upon mystifying evidence of your sole purpose and what you truly are to the vampire species. ⟶ Beta: @jeonjcngkook​, @xjoonchildx​ - Thank you both, deeply, for taking the time out of your busy schedules to read and advice me through this fic. I mean this - you are all amazing! Also amazing shout out to @taegularities​ who assisted me with some word play and descriptive actions! There is still possibility for grammar errors, please be understanding. ⟶ Teaser: Who needs a teaser when it’s Jung Hoseok? ⟶ Author’s Note: A part of the Briarwood Manor Collab, hosted by yours truly, @kth1​!

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★ BONUS CHAPTER: NAMJOON ★

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Namjoon walked with his head down along the sidewalk. His slow, dragging step and his gaze full of melancholy and contempt for the world around him proved how broken the boy was inside, with no one to help him.

Months had passed since he'd left Jungkook. He hadn't contacted the boy anymore, deleting himself from every social media and changing his phone number in case the younger one tried to reach him again. He'd done everything in his power not to run into Jungkook at school, avoiding meeting him by chance in the hallways in every way, and sometimes skipping classes so he wouldn't have to see him. He had erased himself from his life.

He had watched the younger one start living again from the shadows, like a guardian angel watching over him from above. He had watched how Giada helped him, how she'd made his smile come back, and how Jungkook was now better than ever. He was glad the boy's life had improved. In the end, it had been his fault alone that Jungkook had started feeling insecure, that he didn't laugh anymore. Namjoon bitterly regretted the choices he'd made, and he would have wanted to make amends. He often found himself thinking about Jungkook's feelings during the time they'd been together and, in those moments, he didn't understand how he hadn't been able to see that Jungkook's life was slowly crumbling under his eyes because of him. Or maybe, more likely, he had noticed it, but had chosen to ignore it.

However, in that moment, none of those thoughts crossed his mind. Namjoon felt naked, exposed, empty. On Jin's advice, the young man had decided to see someone who could help him, a psychologist or a therapist, and start sessions with a trusted person to figure out what was wrong with him. And, at that moment, he was heading toward the third clinic he would ask for sessions at. The third, because the previous two he'd gone to hadn't taken him seriously, and the psychologists he'd spoken to had filed his case away by simply calling him a young man with anger issues.

Namjoon, despite the verdicts they'd given him, knew better than anyone that whatever he had wasn't just a simple anger management problem. It was something deeper, something radical that had its roots in his past, something even he couldn't understand. The reason he'd called the clinics was so their doctors could decipher what was hiding inside him, but up until then he hadn't found anyone who had tried to care about it. If he had a bad experience with the psychologist he was going to meet too, he wasn't sure he'd have enough self-esteem left to call another psychology center.

In a few minutes he had arrived at the office. He looked at the building with tired eyes; it reminded him of a dentist's office, with the signs and the whole facade painted white and the glass slightly darkened. He sighed, before grabbing the handle and pushing. His feet moved inside the building. There was a counter with a nameplate showing the name of the girl sitting behind it, who greeted the boy with a smile. Namjoon returned the doctor's calm, relaxed expression and approached the reception.

- Excuse me, do you have an appointment? - the young woman asked him. - Yes. I'm supposed to see... Dr. Kim. - - Ah, so you must be Namjoon. The doctor is in her office right now. Would you like me to let her know you've arrived..? - - Yes, thank you. -

The girl typed some numbers on the landline phone she had on the table and lifted the receiver to her ear. She waited a few seconds, then spoke into the phone.

- Doctor, Mr. Kim Namjoon has arrived. Yes... yes, I'll send him in right away. - the girl hung up and turned toward Namjoon. - The doctor is ready to see you, Mr. Kim. The doctor's office is down the hall, on the right. You'll see it immediately, because there's a large agave plant at the entrance. - - Oh, thank you. - Namjoon murmured, memorizing the directions he was given. - Excuse me... what's the psychologist's first name? - - The doctor's name is Joo-Hee. -

Namjoon nodded, then moved away from the reception and headed toward the doctor's office. Following the directions the woman had given him, he arrived in front of the darkened glass door that hid the view inside the office. In front of the door, as the receptionist had explained, there was a large agave plant.

Namjoon took a deep breath, and forced himself to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. He had a strange feeling, a sentiment he couldn't exactly decipher, that made him scared of what was to come. He forced himself to stay positive and have faith. This would be the right time. He raised his hand, and with fingers trembling from agitation rang the bell. He was greeted by a faint "come in", muffled by the glass of the door. Sweat had started running down his eyebrows, his mind had once again filled with useless thoughts. He forced himself to stay calm, and put on his best smile as soon as he stepped inside the small office.

- Good morning, Doctor. I'm Kim Namjoon. You and I had an appointment. - - Of course, I remember perfectly. -

The voice that reached his ears didn't belong to a middle-aged woman, but to a young girl. Namjoon opened his eyes, which he'd closed from anxiety, and couldn't believe what he saw. In front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. The psychologist was bent over her desk, carefully reviewing a document, her reading glasses resting on her face, eyes half-closed from the care and attention she was putting into her work. It was the sound of the door slamming that drew her attention. Her gaze landed on Namjoon, and the young man's heart skipped a beat. She had stunning eyes. Namjoon wanted to hate himself for what his mind was thinking, but Kim Joo-Hee really was the most alluring and breathtaking woman he had ever seen. The girl's eyes and lips curved into a welcoming smile, and Namjoon fell in love with her face a second time.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kim. My name is Joo-Hee and I'll be your psychologist for this year. -

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★ BONUS CHAPTER: JIMIN E TAEHYUNG (🔞) ★

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Giada greeted Jimin with a hug. The young man returned the gesture joyfully, holding Giada in his arms.

- Giada... thank you for helping Jungkook. I'm eternally grateful. - - You're too kind, Jimin. It was Jungkook who helped me! - - Shut up and accept the compliments. Without you, Taehyung and I might not even be together, and Jungkook wouldn't have such a beautiful and sweet girlfriend as you. - - Oh, you're going to make me blush. What will Jungkook think of all these compliments? -

As the two broke apart, laughing, the aforementioned man appeared behind Giada and wrapped his arms around her waist.

- I heard my name. - He whispered, looking adoringly at his girlfriend. - Jungkook... - - We were just talking about you. - - Only nice things, I hope. - - Of course! "I would never try to belittle you just to get attention from your beautiful girlfriend, my friend," Jimin chirped, a playful smile on his face. As if sensing his boyfriend shamelessly flirting with someone else, Taehyung approached the blonde, wrapping his warm body around him.

- Jimin... - Taehyung murmured, his deep voice echoing in the blond's ears. - What are you doing? Are you trying to hook up with someone else in front of me? -

Jimin chuckled mischievously and turned around so he could wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck.

- What are you talking about? I could never... - he replied seductively, only to melt his lips over the raven-haired man's.

For Jungkook and Giada, that was the impetus that convinced them to leave the apartment and head to the therapist's house instead. Without Jimin and Taehyung noticing, too busy devouring each other's mouths, the two opened the door and quietly walked to the apartment building's parking lot, where Giada's car was parked. She started the engine, and the two sped off with the other cars into the night.

Meanwhile, inside the house they'd left, the two lovers were having fun with each other. As soon as they realized Giada and Jungkook were gone, Taehyung picked up Jimin without taking his lips off and carried the young man into their shared bedroom.

- I guess Jungkook's staying with his girlfriend tonight, - Jimin whispered breathlessly as his back touched the mattress. - Do you know what this means? - - Mmm...? No, what does it mean? - - It means that we're all alone in this beautiful apartment. -

Taehyung chuckled darkly, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly in a mischievous smile.

- Better for us, don't you think? I'll make you scream, baby. -

Jimin moaned in delight at the prospect, and in no time at all, his clothes were gone. Taehyung had greedily ripped them off with his own hands, and the remains had ended up on the floor, along with the brunette's shirt. Taehyung's eyes hungrily roamed over every inch of Jimin's bare skin, from his nipples, erect with arousal, to his lean, slightly muscled ribs, to his long, slender legs. The blond, beneath him, squirmed under the intensity of his gaze.

- Tae... Tae, please... - - Please what, beautiful...? - - Fuck me, fuck me please! - - Mmhh, you have to be patient. Let me take care of you, sweetheart. -

Taehyung slid his hands all over the blonde's naked body, pausing at his nipples. He pulled and squeezed the two pink buttons until they were red and sensitive. Under his expert hands, Jimin stirred excitedly, begging him to hurry and indulge his pleasure. Taehyung decided to tease Jimin for a few more minutes, and his sinful mouth closed around one of the boy's nipples, his tongue softly licking the skin. Jimin's back arched deliciously beneath him, and the blonde offered himself even more to Taehyung.

The brunette's hand, meanwhile, had moved to caress the rest of Jimin's body, reaching his lower body. With his fingers, he playfully teased Jimin's bundle of nerves, and he cried out seductively with pleasure. With his hand moving inside him and his boyfriend's mouth on his body, Jimin was completely exposed to Taehyung and abandoned to him. Both were hot and sweaty.

- Taehyung... please... - - Mmhh? Do you want me to take care of you, love...? - - Yes... please, Tae... - - All right. I'll take care of you. -

Taehyung slowly removed the jeans he was wearing, letting Jimin greedily drink in the sensual sight of his body. The blond tingled with anticipation, the desire and lust coursing freely through his veins, and with one hand he traced the line of Taehyung's slightly defined abs. That same hand lightly traveled up to the line of the boy's neck, which Jimin pulled on top of him. Taehyung obediently let himself fall on top of his boyfriend, chuckling amused by the blond's impatience. His hands rested on the side of Jimin's head. The boy's legs instead wrapped around the brunette's hips. Taehyung lined up with the blond and, after one last look of confirmation, he pushed forward.

Jimin's reaction was immediate and involuntary. His mouth screamed silently, his eyes closed, and his entire body rose from the mattress. Taehyung then connected his mouth with his and began to move languidly, slower at first to let Jimin get used to it, then picking up the pace. Their skins met and collided, merging. It was as if the two had become one. Taehyung embraced Jimin and let himself drown with him in the pleasure he was experiencing. He felt his heart beating in tandem with his boyfriend's, their minds connecting. Jimin's erotic moans, coupled with the sound of Taehyung's hips slamming, filled the room. He succumbed to the inviting body of his beloved, and with him, abandoned himself to the sensations their union was causing him. Pleasure exploded inside him like a blooming flower, and for a moment Taehyung thought he could see stars.

Slowly and carefully, he removed himself from Jimin and lay down on the mattress next to him. They were both sweaty and dirty. Jimin was breathing heavily, his eyes closed from exhaustion. Taehyung got out of bed and went to the bathroom, where he grabbed some tissues and water to clean his boyfriend. He returned to their shared bedroom. Jimin was lying with his arms outstretched and his face turned toward the ceiling. His breathing had calmed, slowed, a sign that he was slowly regaining his strength. Taehyung smiled at his boyfriend's adorable expression and sat down on the mattress, where he carefully cleaned Jimin's body. Jimin, feeling the wet tissues on his body, squirmed and shifted slightly.

- Calm down, sweetie. It's just me. - Taehyung whispered instantly, visibly relaxing Jimin. - Tae... - - Mmhh...? Is there something you want to tell me? - - Mh. I love you. - - Aaww. You're too cute. I want to eat you. - - You can do it next time, if you want. - - Damn, I love you. -

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★ LAST LESSON ★

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- Giada... are you sure you can walk..? If you want, you can stay here, at home.. - - Kookie. Point 1: I can't skip class without even giving a reason. Point 2: I'm doing great. Why would I miss the last lesson, I've never felt better! - - We'll make up an excuse..! - - Jungkook! -

Jungkook was doing his best to stop the therapist from leaving the apartment. The young man was trying hard to hold Giada back, too worried and scared for her health to let her go as easily as the therapist wanted. Clean and rested, the two had to get up from bed to go to the last art-therapy lesson. Their sexual encounter had drained the girl's energy, and the boyfriend immediately noticed the sudden change in Giada's attitude as soon as she set her bare feet on the cold floor. It was hard not to notice the slight dark circles and the unsteady, almost limping gait of the therapist, at times in pain. Giada joked to herself; that was the price you paid for having a gorgeous boyfriend who was great in bed like Jungkook.

- Jungkook..! Let me go to school. - - No. - - Why..?! - - Because it's as clear as a glass of water that you're not feeling well. - - Jungkook, we just had sex. I'm not dying! - - Yeah, but... I'm big. Size-wise, I mean. - - And so..?! - - Well... you get it! -

Giada sighed, exasperated.

- Kook, let me go. We have to leave. Now. If you don't move away from the door within five seconds.. - - What will you do..? - - I'll leave you. - - Giada, we've been together less than two weeks. - - I don't care. Move. Now. - - God, okay. But let me carry you to your car at least! -

Finally, after lots of bickering, Giada managed to convince Jungkook to let her get into the car and was able to start it, as long as the girl didn't do anything that would put her in a tiring situation or risk exhausting her too much. In a few minutes the two were speeding along in the therapist's car, headed for the university, ready to live their last art-therapy lesson in the roles of student and therapist. Once the course was over, the two would no longer be bound by the student-teacher relationship the school required, and therefore they'd be allowed to be seen in public together.

After that fateful night when Jungkook had caught Jimin and Taehyung in the blonde's room and his best friends' relationship had been mended, things were going better than ever for the boy. Jimin and Taehyung got along, the dark-haired boy had officially moved into Jimin's room and they spent their days together, side by side, as boyfriends. And with Giada... Jungkook couldn't have been happier with how things were going with the young psychologist. With each other's help, they'd been able to get over their previous exes and had started an official relationship.

That would be the last time they'd see their art course friends in class. Jungkook assumed he and the guys would still see each other outside school and over the summer, maybe to go to the beach together one day or just to hang out in the city. Honestly, the boy couldn't wait for the year to end. They'd been such long months that seemed never-ending. And now, finally, summer had arrived.

The trip to the university was relatively short. Both couldn't wait to see their friends and classmates from the course again, and on the way they hadn't run into any obstacles. The college was overflowing with smiling students, rejoicing over the end of the year. Giada parked in the teachers' spot and let Jungkook walk her into the school. Jungkook had the last lesson of the year, while Giada had to organize the materials for the course. So their paths split and they met again in front of the door of the classroom where the art-therapy course would take place. The guys were already all inside, at their stations. Sophie, Gaia, Nathalie, Mark, Michael, Jonathan-with Jungkook's arrival the group was complete. The young man set his things down and went to sit in his chair.

- Guys... - Giada began, starting to walk around the room. The students' smiles were radiant like flowers blooming in spring. - This has been a different year from the others. You've made new friendships, you've gotten to know each other, you've gotten to know yourselves. You're not the same as you were at the start of the year, and I'm proud to say that all of you have made great strides since I met you. More or less, you've all changed for the better and worked through your problems. I'm proud of you. I really hope the art-therapy course helped you understand your subconscious, and I hope it was an enjoyable course, different from other lessons... this is the last time we'll meet in class, in the roles of students and teacher. So let's celebrate! Today you have the chance to do whatever you like. Painting, sculpture, simple drawing... let your imagination wander! Let your hands create, and turn off your brain for these few minutes. Now, it's your moment to shine. -

As soon as Giada finished speaking, the whole group burst into a happy cheer. Jungkook immediately got to work: he'd brought his brushes just for the occasion. Sophie, next to him, laughed loudly when she noticed all the different shapes and bristles the boy had brought.

- I can't believe it! You brought all those tools from home..? - - Yep. Aren't they beautiful..? Feel how soft this brush is; the bristles are squirrel tail. - - Squirrel..? Bleah! They killed a poor squirrel just for a brush?! - - Just for a brush?! Do you know how much it cost me?! -

Over the last few months, Jungkook had found a point of reference not only in Giada, but also in Sophie. The girl was as quiet as he was, and it had been natural for the two to get along. Since the first lesson they'd always sat next to each other during class, and little by little Sophie had opened up to Jungkook and vice versa. The two had quickly become friends. After exchanging numbers they'd started chatting with each other, but the time they talked the most was definitely during class. Jungkook was saddened by the thought that next year he wouldn't see the girl anymore. In the summer they'd surely see each other, but their relationship would crumble in his hands if he didn't arrange anything with her the following year. He decided he'd spend the last few minutes in her company in the best way possible, and that he'd leave the girl with a good memory of him.

While he talked with Sophie time marched on relentlessly. The minutes passed as usual and the ticking of the clock in the room was background noise to the guys' laughter and words. The hour ended in the blink of an eye. The bell marking the end of lessons also for the art-therapy course guys, who began putting away what they were working on and tidying the room. Giada watched them with a loving expression, occasionally talking with them to ask what they'd do over the summer or what profession they intended to pursue in the future. Once they'd finished tidying up the young people gathered near the door, determined to spend the rest of the day together.

- Hey Jungkook..! Do you want to join us too..? - Jonathan asked friendlily, asking Sophie the same question. While the girl readily accepted, Jungkook was forced to decline, having previously received a message from Jimin inviting him over to their place for dinner, bringing Giada with him too. The art-therapy course guys didn't mind, and they wished him a pleasant summer with his friends. The final goodbyes were made up of meaningful hugs and a few occasional tears. Jungkook, finally, watched as the whole group walked away from him, left alone with Giada.

- So... do you really have plans for today..? - she began. - Right now, yes. I'm supposed to go to my place, with Jimin and Tae. - - Ah, really..?! - - Why do you sound so surprised..? Don't tell me you thought I refused just to stay with you. - - What?! No! I'm not egocentric. Just... you don't seem like the type who loves hanging out with friends that much. - - Mmhh? What do you mean? - - I see you more as an adventure type. - - And adventures aren't had with friends..? - - Yes, but only with the closest ones. - - Right. Anyway, changing the subject... Jimin wants you to come too. - - Me..? And why would I? - - Apparently both he and Tae want to meet you. - - Oh! Both your friends want to meet me..?! It's like meeting your family! - - Like meeting the... what?! It's just Jimin and Taehyung! - - Just?! They're the guys who were by your side before I showed up, when I showed up, and after. - - And so..? - - What if I make a bad impression on them..? - - Ahh, what are you saying? They'll adore you. So, do you think you can handle it..? - - If you say so... ugh, fine. But only because they asked. -

Jungkook laughed at Giada's reaction.

- So... see you at dinner? - - What?! And you're not even telling me when to come?! - - You can come by at seven-thirty. Usually Jimin, Tae and I have dinner at eight, so you'll have time to bond with them. Don't worry, they'll love you. - - Umpf. Fine. See you then. - - Oh..? And you're not even saying goodbye? - - I remind you we're in front of the school, I can't give you a kiss. Sorry, Kook. Don't make that face... I'll give you a kiss later, okay..? - - Mmhh... okay. - - Good boy. So, we'll talk later..? Remember to send me the apartment location! - - I will, I will. See you later, Giada. - - Bye! -

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The door in front of which Giada was standing looked more like a huge wall than a door to the girl. The wood..? Heavy bricks. The doorknob..? A useless piece of plastic that led to nothing. The girl inhaled and exhaled, trying to steady her heartbeat. She couldn't help feeling agitated about what was about to happen. She was going to meet Jimin and Taehyung, Jungkook's best friends. From what her boyfriend had told her, the two had become a couple just recently, exactly like her and Jungkook. It would be easier to click with the guys. She didn't know what she was worrying about; after all, she was a therapist, specialized in human behavior, she had nothing to fear. She was about to meet two university students, not important people.

With one last sigh she decided to ring the bell. From inside, as soon as the trilling sound echoed through the apartment, jumbled, confused words confirmed the great flurry that followed the girl's visit. Giada heard messy, chaotic thuds and, finally, after a few minutes the door opened a crack, revealing two hazel eyes and the head of an adorable blonde boy. When the stranger saw Giada's stunned expression, he burst into a hearty laugh and immediately flung the door open, revealing a bright smile that made his eyes narrow like crescent moons and the rest of his slim body.

- Ah, you must be Giada! - The therapist was momentarily taken aback by the boy's ringing, high-pitched voice, which matched his almost angelic appearance perfectly. The young man made space for her to come in, and Giada set foot for the first time inside what was Jungkook's house.

- Yep, that's me. And you're... Jimin..? - she asked uncertainly, hoping she hadn't confused him with her lover's second roommate. - Got it right. It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Park Jimin. - - I'm Giada. Giada De Angeli. You're even cuter than I expected. - - Wow, you're bold. Okay, I like it. I can see why Jungkook chose you. - Jimin laughed, not at all perturbed by Giada's provocative line. If the girl had been afraid before of how her behavior would affect Taehyung and Jimin's impression of her, now she was more than sure her provocative attitude wouldn't bother the two and that she'd definitely find a dear friend in Jimin. She liked the boy's cheerful, carefree way of behaving; she couldn't believe Jungkook had previously described Jimin as an overthinker.

Jimin dragged the girl into the kitchen, where her boyfriend and a taller boy Giada assumed was Taehyung were waiting for her. The apartment the three lived in was obviously bigger than the therapist's. They were a trio, while she was only one-and yet the girl didn't expect their place to be so nice, for students. The living room was in great condition, considering three university students lived there. Maybe Jungkook had warned his friends about Giada's love of order, and the three had spent the afternoon cleaning and polishing the rooms so they'd at least be presentable. As soon as you came in you were greeted by the living room, which was as big as Giada's main room at home. There was a corner sofa and in front of it a coffee table and a TV. Continuing past the living room were the guys' bedrooms and the bathroom, which they probably shared among the three of them. The hallway was short. On one side there were two doors, on the other the other two. Giada wondered which one hid her boyfriend's room. To the left of the entrance, parallel to the living room, was the kitchen. It was a small room with no doors, completely open, with a big table in the center and the cooking surfaces all around it. The table was set for dinner: the three had placed their best set of glasses, cutlery, tablecloth, plates and a pitcher on it to make a better impression on the therapist. Unlike Giada's expectations, the whole apartment smelled good. The scent was similar to masculine, musky colognes; among all the smells Giada even recognized the scent Jungkook wore. It was a whirlwind of the three fragrances they wore.

Jungkook watched Giada's reaction with high expectations, hoping the general, rushed cleaning he, Jimin and Taehyung had done had made the apartment decent. He was ecstatic not to find any reactions that suggested discontent on Giada's face, reading only general satisfaction at the state of his home, and at the same time he and his best friends let out a sigh of relief.

- I have to compliment you, your apartment is very clean. - The girl said in fact, smiling at the three. She approached Taehyung, and bowed slightly before the young man. - We haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Giada, Jungkook's girlfriend. -

Taehyung flashed his best smile.

- I'm Kim Taehyung! - He exclaimed, almost scaring Giada with how baritone his voice sounded. It was the complete opposite of Jimin's, which was high-pitched and silvery. Taehyung's voice was deep, intense, and warm, it reminded her of the hot chocolate you drink at Christmas when it's cold outside. Taehyung was also gorgeous: he had dark hair that fell playfully over his face, two dark eyes. If Jimin was an angel, Taehyung came across almost like an enchanting demon come from Hell to seduce her. Giada rejoiced in her head at her luck. She was surrounded by three stunning, beautiful men with pleasant, likable personalities. No doubt about it: the evening was going to go great.

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And that's exactly how it went. Dinner went off without a hitch, just as Giada had predicted. The girl instantly clicked with Jimin and Taehyung, so much so that they exchanged phone numbers to meet again. The two guys were kind, sweet and funny, and the young therapist got along with both of them right away. Dinner was cooked by Jungkook, and Giada was surprised to see her boyfriend in action, not expecting the boy to be such a good cook. They ate and talked, had fun telling each other anecdotes from their lives and laughing together, in company.

The food was delicious. Jungkook was very good at cooking, and his cooking was much appreciated. After dinner, Giada helped clear the table and tidy up. The girl wanted to wash the dishes to repay them, but Taehyung took over after banning her from the kitchen, forcing her to relax and sit on the couch with Jimin and Jungkook. In the end, Giada found herself involved in a card game with the two guys, which saw both their defeat and her victory. Taehyung joined them after finishing the dishes. After playing cards the conversation flowed smoothly. Giada talked about her profession, and how she'd met Jungkook in the art-therapy course.

Chatting cheerfully with Jimin and Taehyung, she discovered that the three could afford such a luxurious, spacious apartment thanks to Taehyung's parents, who, being well-off, covered the housing expenses for now. They'd stop once the three guys finished their studies.

As they kept talking, the quartet didn't realize how late it had gotten. By now it was dark, Giada needed to go home.

- Guys, it was nice talking with you. However... - - It's getting a bit late..? - - Yeah. I'd better head back. - - Will we see each other again..? - - Of course! This won't be the last time. Well, I hope to see both of you again, guys. It was a great evening. It was nice meeting you. I had fun. -

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shitty ending because the real ending is in the next chapter

If you want to read the other chapters, go to the MASTERLIST

[elny-000]

Today I drew this

[wetheurban]

Reminders for Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month:

* Healing masculinity benefits everyone.

* It’s okay to cry.

* Vulnerability is not weakness.

* You don’t have to carry everything alone.

* Being emotionally available is a strength.

* Anger is not the only emotion you’re allowed to express.

* Asking for help is not a failure.

* You deserve support, too.

* Rest is productive.

* You are allowed to be both strong and soft.

* Your worth is not determined by how much you can endure.

* You don’t have to suffer in silence.

[my-dailydreams]

[shadowseductress]

"are you sexually active" the only thing that eats me out is guilt

[elny-000]

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Title: Love, I missed the bus!😍➡️🚍⁉️ Classification: fluff Genre: friends to lovers!au, anxious Y/N!au Protagonists: RM × girl(Y/N)

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[Y/N]'s POV

I. Am. Screwed.

Let's just say I'm fu**ed.

What on earth was I thinking, that time, to decide to take any bus and go to New York all by myself?! Not a city, anyway, but New York. New York!

I, [Y/N L/N], who can't even buy a jar of pickled olives from the supermarket around the corner without getting lost in the aisles and getting nervous, forcing myself to ask the cashier for help. I, who can't even order at a restaurant without stumbling over my own words and swallowing my sentences, making blunders like "I'd like a pizza at the table.. I mean, a table at pizza flavour.. whatever, this one." I, who.. well, anyway, without mentioning any other anecdotes from my embarrassing and rather nonexistent social life, to make a long story short, I'm done for.

It's the third time I've tried to read the fucking bus station timetable, and it's also the third time I don't understand a fuck. Excuse the inappropriate and decidedly inelegant terms, but I'm really mad at myself! At myself and at that stupid boyfriend of mine, Jimin. It's also his fault. It's him I want to surprise.. by suddenly appearing like a mushroom under his apartment as a birthday present. I actually wanted to ask him to pick me up.. but let's just say my oversized ego, secondhand embarrassment, and that familiar (even too much) anxiety that whispers in my ear every time I have to make a phone call might have thwarted my previous plans. Besides, just randomly showing up under his house is much more fun.

So, basically, I'm screwed.

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Random Person's POV

Buses. People. Communication. Three of the Great Walls to Break that appeared on [Y/N]'s mental list of fears. Taken together, they had the power to evoke her greatest obstacle: COMMUNICATION-WITH-LIVING-BEINGS ANXIETY. [Y/N] had become so anxious about interacting ever since she discovered Wattpad, and with Wattpad, Drarry's fanfiction, Draco × Harry. From then on, [Y/N] acted like the living dead, living like a serial killer in her room, feeding on the remains of what had once been food she found around the house. Namely, tasty leftover pizza crusts and healthy tubs of ice cream in devastating quantities, to say the least.

Anxiety, her greatest enemy and her longtime nemesis, oppressed her like a vulture in an American movie ready to devour her half-rotted carcass. It wasn't a simple dramatization of reality, if she said so herself. Without further ado, [Y/N], that is, you-yes, exactly, you who are reading this, in case you hadn't already figured it out-was a terribly anxious girl.

That's why even she couldn't explain the surge of courage that took her when she decided she'd go to New York to visit her boyfriend as a birthday present. Also because [Y/N], who is still you, reading this, had lived her entire ignoble and miserable life as a tapeworm, relegated like a rat to the countryside, in her beloved parents' house with the slime-green roof. Twenty-one wasted years, her mother said, but she preferred to define that period of time as "the years of her lonely but satisfying childhood as a cheerful country girl." So, like the stubborn but cheerful country girl she was, she rushed to read the entire timetable, which listed the timetables, departures, and when the buses came and went, instantly realizing that her raid on her sweet, slightly sentimental boyfriend's house would fail miserably.

So, to avoid missing her connection, she took the first bus she knew for sure was heading to New York, with only a hundred dollars in her pocket and a backpack with two changes of clothes. She didn't know where she'd end up, but she knew the bus was definitely going to New York. The ride lasted about an hour and a half. An hour and a half during which [Y/N] had to sit next to a real, flesh-and-blood person, who, unfortunately for her, was neither Draco nor Harry.

A complete nightmare.

When the bus stopped, announcing the last stop, [Y/N] got off and found herself in front of (and I quote, these thoughts) the largest, most abnormal, absurd, skyscraper-filled and cutting-edge city she had ever seen in her entire pitiful life.

Poor little, ignorant country girl that she was.

- I arrived, - she said to herself with very little conviction, - half a peasant in a city full of skyscrapers and buildings. -

Come on, what could possibly go wrong?

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[Y/N]'s POV

Isn't there a fucking bench around here?! No, I can't sit. I have to take a bus. The first bus I took, the one from my house, took me straight here, to the station. Now I have to find the bus that will take me to.. Manhattan..? Jimin told me he lives there. Theoretically. And that's because Jimin is rich and therefore lives in Manhattan. Rich in a manner of speaking, he's never lent me a cent.. Focus! Bus. Bus.. Bus.. Maybe I should ask someone.

No! Are you crazy?! You're going to make a fool of yourself in front of all these native New Yorkers, purebred American Indians! You want to kill us all!

Shut up, stupid Anxiety!

I turn to the first person I see, on my right, who happens to be a tall, handsome guy with dark dragon eyes and tanned skin, and ask him the first thing that comes to mind:

- Excuse me, do they sell pizza here? -

The stranger raises an eyebrow, not understanding the reason for my question. Trust me, my anonymous new friend, I wish I knew too. Now that I think about it, it sounds quite familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before. Meanwhile, anxiety has started creeping up from the back of my mind again.

I'm almost ready to abandon the mission and shamefully retreat, to go back to devouring ice cream in front of the TV, when the charming stranger speaks to me again. And that voice is not new to me.

- Miss, would you like some help with the buses..? You don't seem very knowledgeable.. Or.. no offense, of course! -

He asks, a little confused. His cheeks flush, and he flashes a kind smile. The guy has dimples. He. Has. Dimples. I stare at him. And especially at his dimples. Hypnotic facial grooves, too irresistible for dimple-less commoners like the rest of us.

- I'd.. Um.. really appreciate it. I'm looking for a bus.. to Manhattan. - - Miss, it's leaving right now! - - What?! -

I quickly turn in the direction the guy is pointing, only to see my bus leaving, packed with people. A kid in the back windows waves goodbye. The guy I asked for directions approaches me again.

- Don't worry, miss. Another bus will be passing in about 15-20 minutes! -

But damn, I can't hear it. A bus. I missed the bus.

My legs are about to give out. My legs are about to give out, damn! And who can blame me? After all, I'm in a bus station, in the biggest city I've ever seen! Okay, you've found me. It's also the only city I've ever seen. But it's simply so big and scary.. and I just missed the vehicle that could have taken me away from all this chaos.

Noise. Noise, damn, it's too noisy. There's noise. Sounds.. Sounds.. Sounds everywhere.

I gasp for air, breathing in the heavy station air with difficulty, but I end up coughing because of a citizen smoking right next to me. Was he supposed to be sitting right here?! Hateful smokers! How do people live here without dying of poisoning every day? I mean, there's so much pollution, just in here! This is the most gigantic, abnormal, absurd, skyscraper-filled, and cutting-edge city I've ever seen. So crowded. Even too much.

My breathing becomes heavier, my vision blurs. An invisible weight settles like an iron feather on my heart. People pass me by, not even looking at me, like a flock of birds, all headed in different directions. They cover my eyes as if someone had covered my face with a black sack. They're just ants in a city like this... Too small to make a difference. Too deluded into thinking they're important to see reality.

I'll suffocate. I'll suffocate. I suffocate.

I hear the voice of the boy I'd bothered earlier hitting my ears, but my brain processes his words as distant echoes, mutterings that reverberate in my eardrum and bounce off my auricle, only to be sent back to the sender. His voice reaches my ears as if it were underwater. A hand, perhaps the stranger, invites me to sit on a bench.

How did I not see you before?

- Miss.. Miss! Are you okay? Come, sit down.. -

Two strong, reassuring arms wrap around my trembling body. Someone's scent hits my nostrils. The smell of something good, the smell of home. I feel the grip on my muscles loosen almost miraculously, my vision returning to clarity, the pixels magically materializing before my eyes. My breathing gradually becomes more and more regular. And no, I'm not in Heaven, in case anyone was wondering. I'm still at the station. And the people in a hurry are still there. However, someone is hugging me. And that someone is none other than the stranger. Some passersby stopped to observe the scene, half-moved, others simply ignored it all. Hateful New Yorkers.

And in that moment, a memory too clear and too important to forget appears in my blank, blank mind: my first panic attack. High school, first day of school. Mission: introduce myself to the class. Mission status: failed. And of course, the only person who's ever managed to make me relax enough to calm one of my fearsome attacks also appears in my memories.

- N.. Namjoon..? -

The man slowly, very slowly, pulls away from me and looks at my face. Or rather, he analyzes me, trying to remember where he's seen me before. His dragon-like eyes pierce me, what am I saying? They're boring into my brain, processing my physical appearance. A few minutes pass, and we do nothing but stare at each other.

- [Y/N]..? [Y/N], is that really you?! -

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- Unbelievable. [Y/N]! My best friend [Y/N]! What have you been doing all this time, huh? -

After the little incident with the bus, Namjoon and I found a more secluded place to stay, still in the station so as not to avoid another inconvenience. Joon is exactly as I remembered him: kind, sweet, and.. charming. His dimpled smile is melting.

The first thing he did after dragging me to another bench was pull me into a comforting, welcoming hug. My anxiety decided to step aside with him, and I immediately returned the gesture. I missed him. Namjoon remained as affectionate as I remembered him.

For those who don't know, meaning everyone, Namjoon and I were best friends in high school. High school wasn't exactly the best years of my short life, but with him, everything was brighter. He helped me a lot. He was the perfect guy: a little awkward, kind and nice to everyone, and adorably awkward with girls. In short, shy.

In fact, that was the image everyone had of him, but I knew him better: no one at school knew how much porn he watched at 2 a.m., or how many memories he and I shared.

However, it was because of the image people had of him that half the female population was attracted to him, but he didn't even notice. He was too wrapped up in the only girl I knew who had stolen his heart: Chloe. A beautiful girl, but impossible. At least for him. He was never interested in Chloe, but not because she was a bad girl, or one of those girls who always wanted attention. Quite the opposite, in fact. For example, I really liked Chloe. She was a girl who was very kind to me. In short, the perfect girl for the perfect guy.

The only thing holding Chloe and Namjoon back from their relationship was a detail as simple as it was significant. Chloe liked someone else. A girl, whose name I knew was Ashleen, but Chloe didn't get along with her. Classic enemies-to-lovers on Wattpad. But back to Namjoon.. well, when he found out, he was shocked to say the least. Not that he wasn't happy about it, he was happy for Chloe, but.. his heart was broken. So, he sought comfort in his best friend, namely me.

As for me.. I actually had a small crush on him: a high school crush, which faded when I met Jimin. Jimin made me fall for him in the blink of an eye, as he could do with any girl, after all. I mean, who could resist my boyfriend's fiery magnetism? So, after high school, Namjoon and I lost touch. I stayed in touch with Jimin, because he was my boyfriend, but with Namjoon.. every time I tried to call him, my anxiety would get in the way and he was too busy studying to call me first.

I decided to stay and live in the countryside, in my, Jimin's, and Namjoon's hometown. While he, with his brilliant mind, thought he'd have a better chance of finding work outside the small town he came from, so he moved.

I was too cowardly to follow him. Too afraid of failing, too anxious when I thought about the outside world. I was too scared to do what he did, to look for a different life, maybe even try to advance my career, and I was too scared to even call Namjoon. That's how our friendship ended.

- [Y/N]. [Y/N], you're lost in your thoughts again! What were you fantasizing about this time..? -

I'm awakened from my daydream by Nam's powerful voice. I look at him, and he returns my gaze and smiles, once again showing off his adorable dimples, which just a few years ago would have had the power to make me melt on the spot. In fact, I feel a slight, very slight heat rising to my cheeks, but I ignore the sensation and politely reply to my old high school friend.

- I'm not daydreaming, Nam.. I was just thinking back to my high school years, that's all. I really missed out on a lot of time, huh..? - I say, with a small, nostalgic smile. He lowers his head and mimics my expression.

- A few years, I suppose.. but then again, it's not that long. We can easily catch up! - - Let's start with you, then! What are you doing here in New York? - - Me? I live in New York! I should ask you what you're doing here. - - You.. you live here?! -

At that unexpected revelation, my eyes widen and my mouth drops.

- Seriously?! You live.. in New York?! I mean.. I realized you'd moved to a big city, but I didn't think it was THAT big... - - Didn't.. didn't I tell you..? - - No! After all, we're talking about New York. How much does life here cost? -

- Well, come on. To be honest, I managed to find a well-paying job, so I'm doing pretty well. I'm not complaining, after all. I'm a model for a dental agency! -

Namjoon drops one bomb after another.

- Modeling for a dental agency?! What the.. wait, you didn't want to do the.. - - Rappee, yeah. The passion is still there, though! I'm just still looking for a company that can hire me. I make mixtapes, songs, and, when I have time, I perform at some clubs around the city. However, working as an underground rapper doesn't pay enough to make a living, so.. -

- Damn, Nam.. it must be tough. Modeling during the day, and rapping at night.. tell me you're at least getting some sleep! - - I'm doing okay. - - And what about studies? How do you manage..? -

- As for college, I'm juggling both my commitments as a rapper and a model. I managed to find a good school that doesn't interfere with my crazy schedule, so I can manage it all relatively without too many problems. How about you? -

I'm taken aback by Namjoon's sudden change of subject, immediately snapping to attention. My fingers fidget nervously, my eyes darting from side to side, searching for a valid excuse. I'm a little embarrassed, to be honest. Really embarrassed. After high school, he immediately moved out on his own and started a career as an underground rapper in a huge city like New York. He also had to take another job to pay for college.. All. By. Himself. I, on the other hand, have done nothing but complain and drop out of school to avoid problems, and I've spent the last few years locked in my room wasting away. For what, anyway? Fear of the outside world, fear of new things. But I can't lie, at least not to Namjoon: I'll tell him the truth, nothing but the truth.

- I, actually.. haven't done much. In fact, I've done nothing at all. I dropped out of school, after high school, and.. I really regret it, you know. Lately I feel like I've ruined my life.. - I admit, accompanying my words with a bitter laugh.

- What are you talking about, [Y/N]? - - Nam, seriously. I dropped out of school, abandoned myself, and let others take care of me. But don't worry. In fact, you shouldn't worry! I wanted to go with you when you moved away, but you know how I am. -

- Anxiety, huh? Your social anxiety hasn't left you yet, then. -

I snap my eyes up and stare deeply into Namjoon's. There's no pity or remorse in his irises, but pure and simple understanding. I remember a few minutes ago, when I almost had a panic attack from fear. It was thanks to him that I calmed down, that I managed to calm down. It's always been like this. Even at school, he was the only one I could feel comfortable with. I give a tight smile.

- Always her. You're still the only one who can calm me down, Joon. Consider yourself lucky! Anyway, I don't want pity. I want to learn how to relate to people, and I think that's why I decided to come to New York. -

- Actually, why did you come..? To put yourself out there..? - - Not just that. Also to go see Jimin. Remember, Jimin? He told me he lives in Manhattan and it's his birthday soon! I wanted to surprise him. -

- Then he'll be happy to see you. If it were up to me, I'd die of joy if my girlfriend came to visit. And then, let's talk about you. - - And what about you? - - Hmm? - - Relationships? I want to know everything! -

- About my relationships.. love really hates me! I met a girl, you know..? From our old school. Her name is Debora. -

- Debora..? You mean.. Debby?! - - Her, exactly. - - But she was the most popular girl in our school! - - I know. In fact, she cheated on me shortly after.. with an old jock on the team! - - Nooo, poor Namjoon.. - - You, on the other hand, from what I understand, have been with Jimin for all these years. Wow, what an accomplishment! I'm really happy for you. - - Thank you, Nam. But we.. Weren't we supposed to take a bus..? -

I ask, looking around. The station is as ugly as ever: cigarette butts on the street, chewing gum everywhere on the floor, and dirty asphalt surrounds us. You can't exactly say New York is the cleanest city in existence. In Namjoon and my hometown, people are very concerned about order and cleanliness. I remember in elementary school, at least once a year the teachers would let us out of school to clean the courtyard and the park with volunteers. But that's not the point. The point is the bus.

Namjoon looks at me and raises an eyebrow, a little confused. A doubtful, thoughtful expression forms on his face.

- Now that I think about it.. we spent a lot of time talking. What time is it..? -

I look at Namjoon with wide eyes. No. No, no, no. Don't tell me we missed the bus again.. for what, to talk to Namjoon?!

- [Y/N]. [Y/N], calm down. Nothing's happening. Even if you missed it, it doesn't matter. New York buses run 24/7, you can always take the next one. -

- No, Namjoon.. I.. I can't. I've already missed it once.. I can't make another mistake! Besides, it's late.. you'll have to go home too! And if you go home, who's going to keep me awake..? It's dangerous. It's dangerous. I can't do this. -

Again, the air in my tracheas feels almost blocked. My lungs aren't getting the oxygen they need, the smog makes me cough and choke. Again. Again, like before, I feel panic creeping in, anxiety starting to pound from the back of my brain again. I cover my ears with my hands, feeling the noise in my throat getting louder than before. Everything feels like it's spinning, like I'm doing Ring-a-Rose.

Again. Again. Not again.

- I.. don't.. I don't.. - - [Y/N]. Look at me. -

Namjoon's voice comes through loud and clear. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me a little, snapping me out of my agitated, out-of-touch state. Fear grips me, but I manage to slowly remove my hands from my ears, guided by my friend, to meet his dark eyes, filled with dripping worry.

- N.. Namjoon.. - - It's okay. You'll stay at my place tonight, okay? Then, tomorrow we'll take the bus to Manhattan together. Is that okay? - - Wait. Did I understand correctly..? Stay at your place? -

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- Um.. Nam, could you lend me some pajamas? -

Damn, I'm so anxious. I've never felt more anxious in my life. No, that's not true. I've always been anxious, and I'll probably feel that way again. However.. is it really normal for my heart to beat so fast..?

Nam dragged me to his apartment in downtown New York. And guess what? We took a freaking bus. That's because New York buses run 24/7, without a break. They run every 15-20 minutes, all night long, without stopping, so everyone can catch the bus as quickly as possible. And yet, I still managed to miss my connection, twice. Give me a big round of applause.

Namjoon was super kind. A sweetheart. He's so sweet for no reason, so nice even though I didn't ask for anything. Even though the one who needs help is just.. me. I'm not saying this for attention or pity, but because it's the pure, harsh truth. I'm nobody special, I'm not different from everyone else. Who knows how many other people in the world have social anxiety like me.. I've been lucky to meet people who helped me overcome it, at least a little.

I'm a damn victim.

Leaving Namjoon alone would have been ideal, but I played dumb, practically throwing my scarecrow-like body at him, begging for his help, and now I'm actually regretting it. Pretty ironic, right? Okay, no, not at all.

Nam, as soon as he sees me poking my head around his bedroom door, gives one of his dimple-smelling smiles and gets up from the bed where he was sitting to rummage through his closet to see if there's a shirt he can borrow. I'd be fine with the first one he finds, since it would be too big for me anyway.

Namjoon's bedroom isn't small, but it's not too big either: it's just right for him. The walls are white, clean, and perfect, as if they'd just been painted, and the parquet floor gives the room a comfortable and welcoming feel. In the middle of the room is a large double bed that honestly feels incredibly soft, with seemingly fluffy blankets. It's exactly my friend's style. What I admire most is that he can afford this apartment all by himself, and he's supporting himself as best he can. But his place doesn't look like a chicken coop, but rather a cozy little house.

The apartment is located in downtown New York-bad, I'd say, because I already know I won't be able to sleep because of the noise. It's not very big, precisely because of my friend's financial problems, but I'd say he's doing pretty well. He has a house, a job that supports him (well, two), and he's pursuing his dream of becoming a successful rapper. And I, of course, have complete faith in his abilities. Another thing that amazes me is how he manages to sleep, with the house being almost on the street. For me, a person accustomed to the quiet, unhurried life of the countryside, it'll be practically impossible to get any sleep tonight. Oh well. I guess I'll be sleeping at Jimin's house when I go to visit him. If I can find him at all.

- There you go! I'm sorry it's a little ugly, it's the smaller I have.. -

Namjoon snaps me out of my thoughts, as if he were the prince and I were Snow White. I reconnect, bringing my body back to planet Earth, guided by my friend's powerful voice. Nam is staring at me, smiling, a white sweater in his hand. I smile reflexively at his infectious positivity and take the sweater. Finally, to end on a high note, I run away from him without thanking him and hide in my room, which is the guest room of Namjoon's apartment, trying not to show my friend my cheeks, which are almost too red from embarrassment, and trying not to let Namjoon hear how fast my heart is beating. I can't afford to expose myself like this.

My damn crush.

Again, the distant echo of voices gets closer, and it's as if I'm back there: in high school. The images flash before me like snapshots: the first day of school, a boy with dimples smiling and me staring at him, frozen; the beginning of our friendship, and all the secrets and gossip we exchanged, gossiping about that person. And let's not forget the ice cream: how many we ate together, Joonie and I.. and not once did he feel what I felt, or notice me gazing at him in admiration from afar.

And who can blame him? It's already a lot if I made friends with Namjoon in high school.

I bring my emotionally shocked mind back to the present, immediately realizing that I've spent far too much time daydreaming about the old days. So, quickly, I take off the shirt I was wearing and put on the T-shirt Namjoon lent me. It's white, strictly oversized, and has a drawing of an adorable cartoon koala on the chest. Mmhh. Good. It smells like him. Like him and one of those masculine men's perfumes that guys use when they flirt with women. I know it because Jimin used a similar perfume. Spoiler alert: the perfume he used was awful. Luckily, he's changed his scent now; the other one was too strong.

I hear a knock on the door and what I recognize as Namjoon coughing softly, too shy to knock and ask if everything's okay. I automatically smile at the thought of Namjoon looking red and flustered because of me, but eventually I realize he's waiting for me and I jerk the door open, finding Namjoon still with his hand clenched in a fist and his arm outstretched, trying to knock on the door. He visibly flinches at the sight of me in his shirt. I wonder if he can see my belly fat even in my oversized T-shirt. Before speaking, Nam runs his eyes over my body, covered in his shirt, and bites his lip at the way the fabric hugs my curves. Once again, when he notices me looking at him and that I've seen all the appreciation hidden in his eyes for my appearance, Namjoon clears his throat in embarrassment. He looks at the joints holding the door upright, pondering what to say, and finally blurts out a word.

- Um.. so, how does that shirt look on you? It's not too big, is it? - - A little. But not too big, come on.. compared to the other shirts you have, I'd say this one's way too small! -

I conclude my statement with a laugh, trying to ease the tension building between Nam and me. I'd like to clarify, if you'll excuse me, that this isn't just normal tension, but actual.. sexual tension. There's that something in the air that makes me want to unceremoniously jump into Namjoon's arms and start the dance. But almost immediately my mind is filled with images of a smiling Jimin, and I immediately regret having had perverse thoughts about anyone other than him. Namjoon, however, is still Namjoon. No one can blame me.

- You look.. You look good in that shirt, [Y/N]. You have to remind me to leave it aside when you get back to the countryside, because you're really cute. -

Cute?! Did I hear that right?! For the sake of Namjesus, someone get me out of here.

God, Jim Carrey, kill me right now.

I swallow, unable to respond to such a simple, covert compliment, and look away awkwardly from the two air-filled balloons before my eyes.

Wow. Namjoon has gained considerable muscle mass since finishing high school. I remembered him as having a body vaguely resembling that of a breadstick.

But my friend, when he saw that I couldn't hold his gaze, must have thought the situation was making me uncomfortable, and he retracted the compliment as quickly as he said it, only to mess things up even more.

- I meant.. that shirt makes you cute! I mean.. no! You're already cute, but the shirt.. yes. - - Namjoon, don't worry.. I get it, okay? For now, I just want to go to bed and sleep. I'm really tired.. - Nam nods, watching me yawn with my mouth wide open like a dinosaur at his beautiful, dimpled face. He laughs at my tired, puffy eyes, then nods again and agrees with me.

- Indeed.. it's been a busy day, huh? - - Too busy, to be honest. I still have to get used to the pace of you New Yorkers! - - Have faith, [Y/N]. This is only the first day, after all. I'm sure tomorrow will be better. - - I hope so, Nam. - - Oh, don't be like that! Be positive about the future. Not even you can predict what will happen. - - You say so? Because I foresee long, unlucky days in your company, followed by an excessive dose of anxiety and negativity. - - Ah, so you're doing it on purpose! -

We both burst into a hearty, cheerful laugh, our heads thrown back and high-pitched sounds coming from our mouths. Namjoon is charming even when he laughs; in fact, when he laughs, he's even better: he seems just like himself. His dimples, accentuated by laughter, his almond-shaped eyes closed, and the amusement evident on every side of his face. And his hair, soft and silky, moving slightly with every twitch of my friend's body.

I can't resist Namjoon, damn it, he's too handsome. Too handsome, too kind, too sweet to me. He cares too much about my mood, how I act, about me in general. And it's.. pointless. Nam realizes that I've stopped laughing to watch his reaction a few seconds later. He gradually stops, wiping the sides of his eyes where tears had formed from laughter, and focuses his black irises on mine.

- [Y/N]..? Are you okay? -

But now my mind has suddenly flown to another planet. I don't know what possessed my mouth to respond to Namjoon like that, but seeing my friend laugh uncontrollably has instilled something in my brain. Lips, in fact, speak for themselves, without reason being able to stop the words my tongue forms.

- Nam, you're beautiful. -

Namjoon stiffens for a second, trying to process the words inside his skull, and for a moment I think I was wrong to open up like this. I understand he's pleased with the compliment when I see his tense shoulders lower, relax, and soften, and a shy, genuinely moved smile creeps across his face. The boy is speechless for a second, the syllables that I assume are dying in his throat, pressing against his tongue to escape. In the end, though, in the war between his mind and his heart, his feelings finally win, and Namjoon finally gives voice to what he's been holding inside for years.

- I.. I don't know what to say, [Y/N]. Thank you. But I'm not as handsome as you say. I'm just a normal guy, with a normal, boring life. You, on the other hand, are beautiful. You say it's not true, that I'm wrong, but the truth is.. you are much more attractive than any girl in this stupid world. You should be more aware of your beauty and charm, [Y/N]. In fact, you need to be aware of it. Oops.. I'm afraid I've said too much. Did I overdo it..? -

Damn, Namjoon. Because of you, not even the rest of my body responds to my brain's commands now.

- [Y/N].. Hmm! -

I don't know what to say, how to respond, and so I just express all the love I feel for him in my own way. My body lunges forward, without thinking, and my arms find their way to Joonie's waist, hugging him tightly so as not to let go, even though I know better than anyone that he would never abandon me. My head ends up resting on his soft, muscular chest, and it makes me want to bury my face in his pectorals, which I actually do. He's so warm between those two pillows. My fragile body is in turn embraced by my old friend, who surrenders to his affection and shows me once again how much he cares for me. But I know that Namjoon loves me. The embrace is tight, very tight, and a faint but numbing warmth emanates from our joined bodies. It seems as if Namjoon wants to merge with me, from the moment he's holding me so tightly, so much so that at a certain point I think I might die from lack of air. Magic surrounds us: bubbles of silence and transparent glitter rise into the air, and inside the room, U2's "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses" comes on. It doesn't matter that the song is actually playing in my head. It feels like the words are coming to life, enveloping my body and my friend's until they become real. Who would save me, Namjoon, if you weren't here? Jimin? But he barely remembers my birthday..

But, like everything, the magic breaks, and Namjoon and I have to reluctantly part. His arms struggle to free themselves from my warm body, his face slowly rising from my shoulder where he'd been leaning. I can see his eyes now, and the first thing I notice is that the boy's eyes are shining and his expression is so moved it could almost be mistaken for addiction. The song keeps playing in my head, on repeat like a broken record.

- Namjoon.. -

I try to open a dialogue, a conversation, but Nam stops me by shaking his head from side to side, still smiling shyly.

- [Y/N].. you don't have to say anything, seriously. It's no use. I.. I understand. -

These are simple words, the ones he tells me, and that's because there's no need to say anything anymore. All my feelings have already been expressed in the hug, in the way I tried to hide in my friend's arms and chest. We didn't speak, but in a way, the silence was enough. The gesture spoke for us.

Namjoon doesn't wait any longer. Not a word, a greeting, or a nod to let me know he's still there. He simply turns around, smiles under his breath once more, and leaves the guest room as he entered, leaving the warmth of his embrace behind. I immediately close the door behind him, collapsing to the floor again. What's happening to me lately?

~ ====< [🚍] > === ~

The next morning I wake up with a pounding headache that relentlessly beat my skull. But, for once, it's not the fault of all the fanfiction I read before bed.

For far too long now, I've developed the curious habit of reading fanfiction from morning to night, tiring my poor eyes and my mind, which has been overworked by Wattpad stories with questionable plots and mediocre, predictable storyline. But for some unknown reason, I still haven't stopped. Yesterday's conversation with Namjoon about my future made me rethink the path I've taken, and I'm definitely not satisfied with the choices I've made.

I could have done something else, done something meaningful.

I could have done more.

But my willpower is at absolute zero (thanks to Nam, it's risen to +1.2), and my self-esteem is below the level of whole numbers (about -8.7). For this reason, even though Namjoon is by my side and has always been on my side, for now I'll put aside my secret dreams and all the big plans I had as a child to make room for rationality.

Getting back to the crux of the matter, namely the reason for my headache, this morning I woke up with my head pounding, precisely because of my best friend.

I couldn't shake the thought of him and his sweet words, the way he looked at me, as if I were the only one in the world. Those dragon-like eyes, slitted, and all those syllables perfectly articulated and with just the right touch of sensuality from his mouth, from his full, soft, attractive lips, and.. okay, I'm definitely delirious. I have to remind myself that I've had Jimin by my side now, for over a year, and I won't betray him because suddenly, by complete coincidence, I've met my ex-best friend, who also happens to be my longtime high school crush. I'm not a kid anymore, even though I act like one; I have a (hopefully) thinking mind and a brain that works perfectly (maybe).

I've felt so rejected for so long that I'm even thinking it by myself. But I won't act like it. Even though Jimin isn't exactly the best guy and definitely not the perfect boyfriend, I won't entertain perverse thoughts about another man (my best friend, by the way!) just because I'm feeling sexually frustrated right now. How long has it been since I last saw Jimin in person? A few weeks? Months, maybe? All I know is that it's been a really long time. I've lost track of time since he moved back to Manhattan, and we've spoken very little since.

Slow and backward relationship.

The smell of something burning stings my nostrils, innocently burning my poor nose hairs. And that's when I remember how late it is, and that Namjoon might have tried his luck and taken up "creative cooking." That said, there's also a good chance I'll emerge from the guest room and find Namjoon's kitchen ablaze, and a Namjoon, all sad and sorry about his ruined breakfast, wearing an apron. In case you're wondering why I know so many details.. well, sometimes it's better not to cite sources.

I have a vague feeling that whatever Namjoon is trying to do in the kitchen isn't good, so I straighten out the now-crumpled T-shirt my friend lent me for the night and open the door, ready to rant on Nam.

My entrance into the kitchen is spectacular: a veritable theatrical entrance, with even a realistic (almost too realistic) curtain of black smoke adorning my body. As soon as I step foot in the room, the smoke forces me to cover my nose and mouth with the fabric of Nam's shirt, attempting to shield my nasal passages and lungs from the gaseous conflagration burning in that poor kitchen. A few meters away from me stands Namjoon, towering like a streetlamp in the center of the room. He's holding a wooden spoon that's about to catch fire and staring at his apartment's gas stove with an expression somewhere between guilt and regret. In the sink, immersed in cold water, I glimpse the black-stained pan I assume he's been using to cook me breakfast with. My eyes burning and threatening to water from the thick smoke, I run to the window and throw it open to let the smell escape. I cough into the air, feeling the burning smell clear from my lungs, but the noise makes Namjoon turn around and greet me with a dimpled smile. How can he smile after he just burned half the kitchen?!

- Namjoon! What have you done this time?! How many times do I have to tell you not to cook unless someone is supervising you?! You're a loose cannon with a lighter in your hand! - - [Y/N]! I mean.. [Y/N]. Sorry. I didn't mean to ruin everything.. I just wanted to make some eggs this morning, but I must have overdone it with the fire... - - Namjoon.. you're officially banned from the kitchen! Thanks to you, I no longer have to go to the beautician to get my nose hairs removed. You burned them all off! - - Eh.. oops.. - - Get out of here! Don't go near the stove anymore. I'll cook now, my dear. - - Ugh, okay. - - And you're snorting too?! -

Nam decides that among his remaining options, the best one is to shamefully retreat and sit at the kitchen island, and that's exactly what he does. He pulls the chair out so he can sit, and places his beautiful butt on the flat wooden seat. The seat's legs creak under the sudden change in weight and the load it must bear—namely, Namjoon's mountain of muscles. His entire body relaxes from the numbing position he's in, and he stretches out his full length on the wooden tabletop. Namjoon stretches his arms on the wood and makes a sound that sounds like an annoyed grunt, probably because he's been banned from the stove. He can't complain too much, because if it were up to him, he'd set the entire apartment on fire.

While he procrastinates, I grab Namjoon's poor, half-melted pan and throw it in the sink, dousing it with cold water and letting the clear liquid wash away all of Namjoon's guilt caked on the pan's surface. I don't admonish him and I'm careful not to criticize his life choices any further, knowing that Namjoon is, even if it doesn't seem so at first glance, a very sensitive guy who's very susceptible to others' influence. He's too kind and sweet for anyone on this damned planet... then I continue making breakfast for both of us. Namjoon wanted to cook some banal eggs before risking burning down half the kitchen—I can tell by the eggshells left to their own devices on the counter, next to the still-hot induction hob. So I open the fridge, not feeling very hopeful, but against all expectations, I find it overflowing with food. I gleefully grab the milk carton, only to realize that said carton has expired since last month. So, fearing the same fate has befallen the rest of the food, I try to check the expiration date on a peach yogurt: it's been gone for a few weeks. At that point, a doubt arises.

- Namjoon.. how long has it been since you ate homemade food? - - Hmm.. what do you mean? Like, food I make myself? -

Rolling my eyes, I rephrase my question so Namjoon understands (same species, i.e., Homo sapiens, but different genders).

- Let me ask you another way. How long has it been since you went grocery shopping? - - Oh, that! Um, you know I don't know? A week, maybe? Lately, I've been buying only takeout. Is that what you meant by 'homemade food'? - - Namjoon. The expiration date on this yogurt is over a month old. And the milk expired two weeks ago. Before you started cooking, did you at least check that the eggs were edible? -

A nervous chuckle emerges from my childhood friend's pink mouth. His shaking shoulders make me think that no, he obviously hadn't checked, and yes, there's a chance he didn't even know he had yogurt in the fridge.

- You didn't even know this yogurt container existed, did you, Nam? -

Namjoon, in response, lowers his head and stares guiltily at the kitchen island. Caught.

- I caught you red-handed, Joonie. Tell me the truth: when was the last time you cooked food for yourself here at home? - - Now that you pointed out that the yogurt and milk expired several weeks ago, I think the last time I cooked was three months ago. I must have been living on canned and pre-packaged food without realizing it. - - Joon, damn it! You need to take better care of yourself! - - I barely have time to study, let alone cook. I'm sorry, [Y/N], that there aren't any ready-made, edible foods left. -

I bite my tongue and hold back from saying anything else, reminding myself of how much Namjoon must feel affected by my words. I've gone too far, again. I don't want to meet his sad gaze, but I feel it settle on my back, so I turn away, ignoring his apologetic and slightly disappointed eyes, and search his fridge for something still edible. Luckily, for some reason, the eggs haven't gone bad. I grab two while the butter melts in the pan and the induction hob heats up, and when the melted butter begins to sizzle on the surface, I crack the shells on the edge of the shallow pan, revealing raw yolks and whites. I open every drawer and compartment within my reach until I find the wastebaskets, and I throw the broken shells in the organic waste.

- All right. It seems I'll have to cook from now on. To make sure the food you buy doesn't go bad, of course. Do you know what a waste it would be, otherwise..? -

My old friend looks at me. I feel his eyes piercing my back, and I can't deny it's rather disturbing. But his reaction is plausible, considering that just a few minutes ago I was angry with him for setting his beautiful kitchen on fire and officially ruining a previously working pan. I can't see Namjoon sad or disappointed. Then I feel like I'm feeling the same thing, as if we're somehow connected. How mystical, isn't it? Connected like a cell phone to Bluetooth headphones. What I feel, he feels, and vice versa.

Meanwhile, the eggs are cooked, so I turn off the heat and set the pan aside with the lid on. I grab another pan, melt the butter again, and finally fry some slices of uncooked bacon, strangely not spoiled, that I found in the depths of the fridge. The slices of meat fry quickly and are ready in a flash. I put both the bacon and eggs on two plates, and lo and behold, the breakfast Namjoon had attempted to cook earlier was magically ready. After all, it just needed a little more care to make sure everything didn't burn.

Nam looks at me, looks at his plate of bacon and eggs, then gets up and heads back to the kitchen.

- Nam! I thought I told you you're banned from anything involving fire or sharp objects, right? - - Wait a minute! I'll get the silverware and glasses! At least let me help you set the table, [Y/N]. This is my house, after all. You should be the guest. - - I don't mind cooking, actually. It's better than watching the entire stovetop melt because you decided to fry some eggs, don't you think? - - I suppose so? -

Namjoon returns to the kitchen island with forks, knives, glasses, and placemats. It's amazing how he managed to carry all these items at once without breaking them. He slowly places the silverware on the table, making sure to make sure I observe him, and finally sits down across from me, smiling. I don't know what he expects me to say.

- Great job, Joonie. You.. set the table without breaking anything! You really did a great job. -

He seems somehow proud of himself and thanks me for the food. Then, unable to resist the hunger, we both dig into the plate of fried eggs and bacon.

~ ====< [🚍] > === ~

I'm choking. I'm choking. I'm choking. I'm choking. Why are there so many people on one bus?! What if the ticket inspector passes?! What if the ticket doesn't work?! What if—okay. Relax.

- [Y/N]..? Are you.. okay? - - Great, thanks. I'm feeling great. - - [Y/N].. tell the truth. I won't get mad if you tell me you absolutely want to get off. - - It's not like I absolutely want to get off! I mean, what makes you think that..? - - You've been staring at the seat in front of you for over ten minutes as if it might come to life. Don't try to make fun of me, you're anxious. Relax. - - What if the ticket inspector comes by..?! - - We have the ticket. - - What if the ticket doesn't work?! - - Then we'll probably pay a fine! - - But I'm too poor to pay a fine! - - [Y/N], calm down. Nothing's going to happen, okay..? Don't worry, relax, and enjoy the ride. It's not long now, just hang on for another ten minutes and we'll be at Jimin's house. It won't be long. -

I try to control my breathing and calm my boiling spirits, but the more I try, the more I feel like I'm suffocating. At a certain point in the run, I'm panting as if I've just run a few miles—or like a dog, depending on your point of view—so much so that the man sitting in front of me turns to ask if everything's okay. He looks warily at Namjoon, who responds with one of his signature dimpled smiles, then the stranger goes back to minding his own business. My old friend looks at me gleefully, and I don't understand what it is about my face that makes him smile like that.

- Why are you staring at me? - - See? You're so pretty, you attract everyone's attention, even people who don't know you!" he states, pointing with a finger at the man who had spoken to me a few seconds earlier. -

His response stuns me and leaves me literally speechless, so much so that I stare at Namjoon without being able to get a word out. Incredible. How can he say things like that so calmly..?!

I can't say anything, not even contradict him, and this brings a frown to the face of my former best friend and childhood crush, and slowly his smile fades into nothingness, making room for a silent question that flutters gracefully in his mouth: "Well? Did I say something wrong?"

I really want to take control of the conversation and assert my dominance by resolutely declaring that I'm fine, fantastic, I've never felt better, but the words die in my throat before they even reach my tongue.

Fortunately, the bus, which had previously caused me so many problems that I couldn't count them on two hands, saves me from this embarrassment.

The infernal machine stops and the driver loudly announces the stop. Damn, it's ours! Namjoon and I exchange a knowing look that quickly replaces the previous discomfort, and we quickly get up from our seats, rushing toward the crowded entrance, thronged with people waiting to board. My friend signals the driver not to start again, and the guy waits the few seconds it takes for Namjoon and I to get out. Then, he pushes the button to lock the doors and finally sets off for the next stop. Namjoon and I look at each other, and I return his smile, once again plastered across his face. He meets my eyes.

- So..? Where are we headed, Commander? -

I laugh, almost imperceptibly, and take the note with Jimin's address written on it from my pocket. No, I haven't forgotten why we're lost in New York. And how could I forget..? Jimin is literally my boyfriend.

- Cadet, we have to head in that direction. Full starboard! - - I'm afraid you're confusing the roles. I'm the second general, please. - - I'm sorry, Joon, but I've relegated your position to cadet, a front-row soldier at best. - - Argh! And yet, with the brilliant mind I have, I could do something else.. how about strategist? - - Not bad, though. It would be a nice promotion, indeed, but I won't give it to you. I'm the general! Full speed ahead! - - More than a general, you seem like some kind of dictator, but who am I to speak? -

I burst out laughing uninhibitedly, and following my laughter I hear Namjoon's deeper laugh in the background. His laughter makes me feel a sort of seasickness, nostalgic for days together and distant memories. But I don't feel sad or down. The feeling of emptiness is gone, and in its place is.. joy.

- Oh, Namjoon.. you're a poor fool. You'll be a cadet forever. - - Infamous government! I'll fight for the rights of us junior soldiers and I'll win! - He rants, persisting with this pretense. - You won't be able to outclass me! -

All right, Namjoon. Just like you said. While my beloved childhood friend continues to shout out loud behind me, attracting the attention of passersby, I promptly resume walking in the direction of my Jimin's apartment. Truth be told, I'm not very good at finding my way around, and it's already a good thing I can read a map. Nam follows me, after falling silent due to the dirty looks he's received for the pandemonium. Serves you right, Namjoon.

- Have you screamed enough? - I reproach him, giggling charmingly. - You'll be speechless after that! You sounded like a cackling crow. - - Ahh! [Y/N], is that what you think of me? You think I'm a cackling crow?! -

I laugh in response, shake my head, and hop into a side street. Manhattan is incredibly crowded. Luckily, Jimin lives in a quieter, less chaotic part of town, but that doesn't mean the street noise and the roar of engines don't reach his apartment. I don't know how he manages to live here: it's crowded, too many people, so chaotic it feels like a market. Not to mention the smog! I'm not used to this city air. People rush from one place to another, their pace is frenetic. They don't have a moment to rest.

My shoes land on the surface of a puddle, and drops of dirty water end up on the asphalt. The streets are damp and wet; it must have rained this morning. I didn't notice because of Nam, who woke up thinking about setting his kitchen on fire.

We should be almost there by now. My boyfriend's apartment isn't far, it should be a few meters from where Namjoon and I are. My friend hasn't stopped chatting excitedly for a moment: he can't wait to hug Jimin again! And to think, in high school I didn't realize they were so close to each other... after all, Namjoon didn't even know my boyfriend lived in New York, otherwise he would have visited him much sooner.

I check my location on Google Maps again, and I'm amazed to see that the app marks the apartment building in front of me as Jimin's. We've arrived at our destination! I stop in front of the building. Today is my boyfriend's birthday. I didn't buy any presents, since the present is me and Namjoon—it may sound a little arrogant, but it's the harsh truth.

My friend stops walking and admires Jimin's home sweet home in amazement. I clearly sense his presence beside me, and I hear him make a surprised noise. He knew he should have expected a lot from Jimin, but still, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the apartment building. In fact, Namjoon's apartment looks decidedly more comfortable in comparison. Jimin's place is almost scary.

It's a spacious penthouse with a view of New York's skyscrapers. The apartment is on the top floor of the building; Jimin obviously bought it with the location in mind. I've never been up there, but I have reason to believe the cityscape from my boyfriend's window is wonderful and breathtaking. The entire building was built relatively recently. It's all very modern, with large windows overlooking the city and strange cubic shapes. I'm not a big fan of modern homes; in fact, Jimin calls me too simple. The truth is that I don't like luxury, so I feel uncomfortable in a city like New York.

Without delaying another minute, I approach the building. There's a large glass door and next to it the cubicle where I assume the doorbell is. I scroll through a ton of names (good grief, how many people live here?!) until I find Jimin's.

Cosmar J. R. Albu • Taehyung Kim • Soo-Min Sam • Jungkook Jeon • Jeshiah Cohen • Chae-Won Kim • Yoongi Min • Seokjin Kim • Jimin Park • Hana Nakamura • Andrea Valeri •

I go to press the button, but Namjoon beats me to it and does it for me. A melodious, harmonious voice answers from the intercom. Jimin's. The first thing I notice is how breathless his voice sounds. He sounds like he's run two marathons inside the house. The second oddity is that.. is he moaning? The way he pronounces syllables makes even a simple question like "Who is it?" sound unpronounceable. And that doesn't bode well. As soon as we tell Jimin our names, I hear him panicking on the other end of the intercom. A voice stands out—one that's feminine, high-pitched, and sounds like it wants to be anywhere but there. But I don't want to jump to conclusions. I give Jimin a few minutes to recover, and he opens the door for us. Namjoon must have noticed something's wrong, too, because he doesn't say a word by the time the elevator reaches Jimin's floor.

Anxiety immediately begins to build a castle of paranoia inside me.

Don't worry, [Y/N], everything will be fine. You and Namjoon will say goodbye to Jimin, he'll be happy to see you, and everything will go as planned.

And those moans you heard...?

Maybe he was watching porn!

Of course, [Y/N], believe it. Porn. Keep hoping.

But I can't go back now: it's all make or break, as they say. I try to convince myself that everything is fine, there's nothing wrong, but my tracheas have already started to close up and the air is suddenly getting thinner. If I was nervous before, now I'm terrified. Terrified of Jimin's reaction, terrified of the person who might be in the apartment with him, terrified of everything and everyone.

Namjoon immediately notices my agitation and places a hand on my shoulder. I try to steady my breathing, and as I do so, he whispers reassuring words in my ear.

- [Y/N].. nothing's happening. Relax. It's just you and me facing Jimin, okay? You're not alone this time. I'm here with you. Now calm down. Breathe.. good, that's it. Breathe, exhale. Breathe, exhale. -

So, after concentrating all my physical strength on my arms, I push open the door that separates me from the apartment building. It's now or never.

~ ====< [🚍] > === ~

Hmm. Jimin's apartment is exactly as I remembered it. Minimal, simple, modern.. bare. I'll leave it to your imagination to imagine what a penthouse in Manhattan, purchased by a rich (and stingy, at that) person, overlooking the city, would look like. The prospect of waking up every morning to a view of New York skyscrapers doesn't excite me, even though I'm sure it must be an early morning sight, at dawn.

Jimin let us up, yes. So, Namjoon and I went up. Right now, he's exploring my boyfriend's apartment, under his watchful eye. Jimin isn't at all pleased with the exploratory missions his old friend is undertaking, as I can tell by the stiffness of his shoulders and the suspicious glances he's casting at him, but he doesn't complain and leaves it up to Namjoon to uncover the most hidden corners of his little house. Always within the limits he sets, of course: the bedroom is strictly closed to visitors, and one of the two bathrooms is off-limits to uninvited tourists. Jimin's penthouse has quite a few rooms: two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a study, a guest room, a living room, and a fantastic kitchen. He often boasts that his kitchen is the nicest in the entire building, but that remains to be verified. The fact is, the guy isn't doing too badly.

Jimin's first expression when he saw I was accompanied by a guest was one of shock. His mouth dropped open, his eyes wide, his movements suddenly stiff and robotic, as if frozen. Not exactly the reaction I was expecting, after months of not meeting in person. Only later did Jimin realize I was there too, and only then did he decide to hug me. I won't lie, he continued to move with the grace of someone with a broom stuck in his rectum, and that wasn't reassuring at all. No, not at all. My boyfriend managed to redeem himself and regain a little bit of my trust a few minutes later, inviting Joonie and me to sit at the glass table in the middle of the living room for a chat and some appetizers. It wasn't long before Namjoon gave in to curiosity and begged Jimin on his knees to visit his little house, and my boyfriend reluctantly agreed.

So, Nam has started wandering aimlessly around the space, and is currently lost in analyzing Jimin's study. My boyfriend and I, meanwhile, are having a funny encounter in front of the glass coffee table, two steaming cups of tea in hand. What's the perfect recipe for an awkward conversation about everything that happened in the past few months with your boyfriend? Take an old friend who's currently invading the boyfriend's personal space, add a dash of discomfort over the size of your boyfriend's house, a pinch of shame over the financial difference between you and him, and a good deal of awkwardness from all those months you were apart. Mix well, put in the oven, bake the dough. Oh, and remember, forget about the cream of things to talk about! Otherwise, the discussion risks getting heated.

I thought it would be nice to visit Jimin without even telling him, but now I realize that maybe, just maybe, it would have been better if I'd told him. At least he'd have had enough time.

- Um... so. How... How's it been going lately? - Jimin chirps, clearly embarrassed. - Good, I think. I mean, as usual. Nothing... Nothing new. You...? - - No big changes. Just the hectic life in Manhattan. - - You should get an apartment outside of New York, so at least you'd be safe... living in the city is expensive. - - True. But at least I make a good impression on my friends, right? -

I huff a hint of a smile. Jimin's personality hasn't changed, either. As the minutes pass, the conversation becomes calmer and more relaxed, the awkwardness and tension disappear, and little by little Jimin and I loosen up, regaining the sense of comfort that once bound us. Now, I can happily say I've missed Jimin. We drink the tea in our cups, we joke together, and for a moment it feels like we're back in high school, when we were still immature kids. I am now too, but that's just an irrelevant detail.

My boyfriend has grown up. In the months since we've been apart, his jaw has become more pronounced, sharper, and his hair is shorter than I remembered. He must have trimmed it recently. He's actually taller, too, now that I think about it: the last time I compared our heights, he was only a little taller than me, but now he's several inches taller. Not to mention his face and body like a Greek god: I have the vague feeling his panettone-like behind has risen even further. Someone stop that thing before it explodes.

The atmosphere is generally very soporific and slow. The sound of the clock ticking provides a pleasant backdrop to our chatter, complemented by the muffled sounds of Namjoon, tucked away somewhere in one of Jimin's closets, digging through piles of designer clothes. Or at least, that's how it is until we hear a scream. A high-pitched scream, to be precise, that doesn't match Namjoon's voice.

Jimin freezes. His shoulders stiffen, his jaw tenses as if gnashing his teeth, and he clicks his tongue in annoyance and tension. In a fraction of a second, he's on his feet, sprinting in the direction of the scream, trying to prevent further damage. By now, however, the damage is done. I follow him; the situation is suspicious. Worrying. There's a familiar feeling in my stomach, a tangible knot that recalls the bitter feelings we feel with guilt. It's not guilt, though. It's the opposite. My stomach turns against my brain; I still don't know what's causing the scream, but the damage is done. Anxiety and insecurity mix, giving rise to nausea, a barrage of paranoia and unfounded fears that hit me like a runaway train. It creates an unpleasant contrast to the peace I previously felt.

I see Namjoon walk out of a room with a devastated face. And then I realize my worst fears have come true.

Jimin has someone else.

A girl, thin and slender as a pillar, with long black hair, follows Namjoon. Her face displays the same devastation I'd seen on my friend.

The next few seconds seem to pass in slow motion. A ticking chimes from the clock. Jimin's sweet, melodious voice reaches my ears muffled; perhaps he's trying to explain that it's all a misunderstanding. I wish I could believe him. Nam approaches me. My vision is blurry, I wander in the fog like a bird that's lost its flock, and now, disoriented, I'm trying to find the path it already knows it's lost. I'm not sure, but it seems to me that Jimin's lover is suddenly worried about me too. It's probably because my head is on the floor, my limbs don't respond to the commands I try to give them, and my voice is stuck in my throat.

I'm suffocating.

~ ====< [🚍] > ==== ~

A rhythm. A suffocating rhythm echoes in my ears. A song, a boy dancing sinuously to the tune of cheerful music that speaks of love, sweetness, and memories. A room. A guitar, a bass, a drum... the echo resonates in my eardrum. I'm underwater, yet I hear the indistinct voices of the people next to me as if they were an inch away. There's no one around me, no one who can save me, yet the voices I hear are exactly here.

- [Y.. [Y/N].. -

Suddenly, confused words stagnate in my eardrum. I hear a voice, a scream, a desperate cry. I don't know who is calling me, yet I recognize their voice as a friendly voice wanting to save me. A hand, an arm, cuts through the water and grabs me.

I'm coming back up.

- [Y.. [Y/N]! [Y/N], please.. Wake up.. -

I immediately open my eyes and unconsciously inhale as much oxygen as possible, as if I were still in the water, but I realize I'm on dry land, on a soft mattress. The object smells good, like home, it smells like something that makes me feel good. Namjoon. The drowning sensation hasn't gone away, but at least I can breathe properly.

- Nam.. Namjoon.. I.. what am I doing here..? Where am I?! Namjoon! - - [Y/N].. [Y/N], it's all right. I'm here with you. Don't worry, I'll help you now.. there, see? It's nothing. You're safe now. -

Namjoon hugs me tightly, not letting go, and for a moment I feel my lungs crushing under the weight of his muscles.

- N.. Namjoon.. You're crushing me...- I hiss, trying to wriggle out of his iron grip. - I thought you'd never get up again. I missed you so much, [Y/N]. - - What the fuck are you talking about? Did I just... faint? - - Yeah. -

Namjoon moves away from me. Immediately, I regret asking him to move, feeling the aching, emptiness and warmth Namjoon leaves behind. However, I don't move. I don't let him know how much I need him beside me, I don't complain about still having his caresses. I don't move. I'm a statue. Looking around, I realize I'm in Namjoon's room, in his apartment. How did I end up here? One moment I was at Jimin's, and now I'm in my friend's bed.

- Nam... Can you please tell me what happened at Jimin's house? -

I see Namjoon fidgeting with his fingers, twiddling his thumbs uncertainly, looking everywhere but at me. Fear and anxiety are gripping me.

- N... Namjoon...? - - [Y/N].. I... I don't know if I should tell you. - - Namjoon, please! - - It's okay. You... You fainted. You had a panic attack after... After you saw the girl Jimin cheated on you with. -

One sentence. One simple sentence. A handful of words. I didn't think my entire world could fall apart with just a handful of words uttered by Namjoon.

Jimin... cheated on me...?

And in an instant, I remember everything: the strange way Jimin spoke, the stiffness of his movements, the conversation with him that gradually became lighter... until Namjoon returned to the living room with a strange girl next to him. Namjoon. It was Namjoon who found her. It's his fault that my relationship with Jimin is ruined now... tears stream down my face. Nam immediately hugs me, but I angrily pull away.

- It's your fault! It's your fault that now... why, why do you always have to be so nice to me?! For once, couldn't you mind your own business and not think about me?! -

I scream angrily, without a clue what I'm saying. Jimin isn't with me anymore. He's not with me anymore.

- [Y/N].. I... I'm sorry... -

Namjoon's sobbing voice reaches my ears, pierces my eardrum, and reaches my brain as it tries to process his apology. Why is he apologizing? Because I told him. Because I made him believe he did something wrong by revealing Jimin's secret. Everything's wrong. I'm... a problem.

- Don't... apologize. Stop, please... it's my fault Jimin cheated on me. If only... If only I weren't like this, maybe... if only I were a different person, maybe Jimin would like me more. - - [Y/N]. [Y/N], look at me... it's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. It was his choice. If you're not together now, it's because there was something wrong in your relationship, but that thing isn't you. You just... weren't meant to be together. -

Namjoon cups my cheeks and forces me to look into his eyes. I look back, through tears, and try to regulate my breathing. He rests his forehead on mine and smiles sweetly and lovingly, and I feel loved, protected. Only he makes me feel like that.

Namjoon.

He's so handsome.

Jimin cheated on me.

I'm not with Jimin anymore.

I can be with Namjoon.

A powerful thought creeps in. Looking into my friend's watery eyes, I try to calm myself. It wasn't my fault. I didn't do anything. It was Jimin's choice to cheat on me.

I didn't like him that much anyway.

There's another guy who's perfect for me. Better than Jimin. Better than anyone else.

Namjoon.

I can't think anymore. It's as if my body suddenly stops responding to my brain's commands; my heart takes over. My torso leans forward in an involuntary gesture, without a clue to its actions, and my mouth, wet with salty tears, rejoins its twin in a kiss.

For a moment, it feels like the world has stopped. There's no Jimin, no girl he cheated on me with, no anxiety. Only Namjoon. My friend doesn't know what to do. He's stiff, sitting next to me on the bed. The hands that were previously on my cheeks slide down my body and land helplessly on the mattress. His mouth is soft against mine, which is wet from crying and my lips are all chapped. I don't move an inch, afraid my movement might break the bubble that's formed between us. Contrary to my expectations, Namjoon moves first.

His lips begin to move timidly, as if testing the waters, and noticing that I don't resist, Namjoon begins to kiss me more forcefully, more passionately. He tilts his face slightly to gain better access to my mouth, stealing my breath. The butterflies in my stomach explode into a passionate dance. I purse my lips slightly under his. He kisses me timidly; instead of a kiss, it feels like he's caressing my mouth. He pulls away after a few minutes, lacking air.

- [Y/N].. I... sorry. -

Those three little words take me by surprise. I thought he'd felt the same things I've felt, but instead... the feeling is one-sided. It must be one-sided.

- You... Did you regret it...? - - What?! No! - - So what...? - - I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry because Jimin cheated on you, and you're feeling bad, while I'm here worrying because... I like you, damn it, I like you, and I shouldn't be happy that your relationship with Jimin is ruined, and yet it is! - - You... What?! -

Oh. Well, that was quick.

- Namjoon. Look me in the eyes. And shut up, for once...! -

Nam stops babbling, and with shaking hands, he looks up at me. I can see how scared he is, so scared he can't speak, and how he's trying to stay still and composed, instead of getting up and running away from this stressful situation.

- Look, you're right, okay? I'm hurting. I'm sad. Jimin left me, and I'm probably not ready for another relationship right now. - I begin, immediately noticing how Namjoon's watery eyes are starting to moisten. The sight breaks my heart, and for a second I'm tempted to deny everything I've said and jump into his arms. But I have to stay rational, for my own sake and his.

- However... that doesn't mean I don't like you. In fact, I'll say it clearly: I like you. When I was still in a relationship with Jimin, the relationship didn't feel right. We saw each other very little, very little, and... Well, to be honest, yesterday was the first time I'd seen him in months and months. I had a crush on you in high school. I... I never confessed because I believed, and still believe, that you could never love someone like me. Come on. I am. I can't even order a pizza without stumbling over my own words! - I laugh, laughing.

- You've always been there for me. Even when I didn't deserve anyone. Seriously, it's pathetic: who has fucking social anxiety these days?! I think it's the fact that you've always been so kind and considerate towards me that made me fall in love with you. When Jimin asked me to go on a journey together, I didn't think much of it. Since I could never be with you, I used Jimin to forget you. Ours was never a love relationship; I'm not surprised he cheated on me. In fact, I'm grateful: if he hadn't, I probably would never have confessed to you. - I finish my overly long speech with a sigh.

I'm too scared to look up and see what my (no longer) friend's reaction is. However, I don't even have time to gather my thoughts and gather my courage before Namjoon surprises me with a hug.

That's right, a hug. His hands lock on my back, I feel his tense muscles relax against my body, and his now calm breathing tickles the sensitive skin of my neck. I can't put into words what I feel when I realize Namjoon is sobbing. Soft sobs shake his toned body, and his hot, salty tears soak into the shirt I'm wearing, making it damp and sticky against my skin. His reaction is completely unexpected. I expected anything but a hug filled with emotion. My friend's heart is pounding so hard in his ribcage that I can hear it echoing in my ears.

- Namjoon... what's going on..? - - [Y/N], I love you so much! How could you even once think I didn't feel the same?! I hate you! - - You just said you love me, idiot! - - [Y/N]. [Y/N]! Listen to me. I... okay. I understand not being ready for a new relationship. I totally get it. But... can we still try..? Let's start slowly! - - Is that seriously all you took from what I said..? I've been talking for two ice ages! - - I had a crush on you in high school too. - - You... what— - - Not now. - - Huh..? - - I'm completely lost for you. Marry me. - - Namjoon! Let's go slowly! - - Right. The anxiety. Slowly. I'll help you! You'll get better. I want to help you. Let me help you! -

Yes, the boy is really gone.

- And... Jimin...? - - He can go fuck himself. - Namjoon replies, with the sweetest, most loving voice I've ever heard. He gently takes my face in his hands, looking into my eyes. His lips curl into a tender smile. - [Y/N]...? - - Hmm? - - Can I kiss you...? -

I nod. And, in an instant, his lips are on mine.

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I can't write romantic shit 🫤

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Kim Namjoon

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Title: Love, I missed the bus!😍➡️🚍⁉️ Classification: fluff Genre: friends to lovers!au, anxious Y/N!au Protagonists: RM × reader (Y/N)

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Plot: The story centers on [Y/N], a country girl suffering from social anxiety who decides to surprise her boyfriend Jimin and go visit him in New York. Due to a personal issue, she misses the bus, and not knowing how to plan her schedule or where to stay for the night, she turns to her old childhood friend Namjoon for help, whom she meets by coincidence (literally, after missing a coincidence that was supposed to take her directly to her boyfriend's house). And so begins the two's adventure, amid skyscrapers, betrayed loves, and the streets of New York.

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Kim Seokjin

sowwy, no fic for now :(

Min Yoongi

sowwy, no fic for now :(

Jung Hoseok

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Title: Lovely 💕 Classification: smut + fluff 🌚🔞 Protagonists: J-Hope × reader (Y/N) Genre: friends to lovers!au, teachers × student!au, Hoseok dance teacher!au

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Plot: Sweet, petite [Y/N] has been married for two years to a cold, possessive man she doesn't love and who cheats on her at the first opportunity. Her life seems doomed, until she starts taking dance lessons from a charming and adorable boy: Jung Hoseok. The simple dance lessons will begin to become something more than just lessons, allowing [Y/N] to experience true love... but how will she explain it to her husband?

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Park Jimin

sowwy, no fic for now :(

Kim Taehyung

sowwy, no fic for now :(

Jeon Jungkook

sowwy, no fic for now :(

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Title: Lovely 💕 Classification: smut + fluff 🌚🔞 Genre: friends to lovers!au, teachers × student!au, Hoseok dance teacher!au Protagonists: J-Hope × reader (Y/N)

WARNINGS: kissing, lip biting, soft dom!hoseok, sub!reader, swithcing position, dirty talk, unprotetcted sex, pet names, fingering, etc (too lazy to write them all btw)

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As soon as we got out of his car, we resumed our passionate kiss, heading toward his door, ignoring Hoseok's neighbors who might have heard us. He cupped my face with his hands, pulling me closer to him, while my hands ran through his raven hair, which I tugged lightly, eliciting a throaty growl of excitement. Our mouths made continuous smacking noises, a sign of our lips continually colliding simultaneously. He bit my lower lip and licked it with agonizing slowness, demanding access, which, of course, I granted. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, searching for his partner, who then joined him in a forbidden and sensual dance, wetting my chin with our saliva. Hoseok slammed me forcefully against the door, possessively gripping my hips with his long, veiny fingers.

Incredibly sexy.

His right hand flew behind my head, pulling me closer to his body, while his left hand caressed my hip, beginning to move further down. My body tingled under his touch, every inch of skin his fingers traced felt like fire inside me, leaving a hot trail that only increased my arousal.

We pulled away to catch our breath from that intense kiss. I looked at my lover: Hoseok's face was sweaty, his hair disheveled, his eyes shining with excitement, and his heart-shaped lips were swollen and red from the constant kissing and attention we were giving each other. He looked me in the eyes, and, with a look full of lust, he grinned sexy and leaned close to my ear to whisper:

- Babe, you caught me off guard last time*.. I won't make the same mistake again, you know that..? -

At those words, I blushed, but still nodded to let him know I was sure of my choice. God, I wanted to make love to Hoseok. That night, he seemed even more fascinating than usual.

He sensuously bit my earlobe, then licked a spot underneath, making me let out my first moan of the evening. He left a trail of kisses all over my neck, alternating them with bites and hickeys, making me moan and groan uncontrollably, until he reached my jaw, which he licked lasciviously. I threw my head back to give him more access and bit my lip bloody to contain my sinful moans, which by then were starting to get higher. He, noticing this, deliberately pushed his hips against my body, letting me feel his arousal hidden by his tight dark blue jeans. At that point, I couldn't hold back any longer and let out a very loud moan, which I knew would soon be followed by many others. He rubbed against my lower abdomen, causing a series of strange sensations in my belly, as if a flock of angry butterflies had begun to flutter energetically inside.

Hoseok took another second to look me over: I was sure I was all red, my eyes shining, my body on fire, and my breathing labored from the kisses. His lustful gaze only increased the heat in my lower abdomen, and the desire to feel him inside me was palpable. God only knew what he would do to me.. and I would soon find out.

Was I afraid? Absolutely. I was terrified at the thought of making love, but I was definitely reassured by the fact that the person I would be united with would be Hoseok. He deserved so much more.. and yet he had chosen me. I felt completely unworthy of this boy, after years of living in Yoongi's shadow. However, with Hoseok, I felt I could be better.. he would always be there to support me and encourage my lost soul. However long it took, I would be able to free myself from my monsters, thanks to him. My Hoseok.

- Ho.. Hoseok! -

I moaned, feeling his hand finally reach my ass, which he squeezed lightly, applying a little pressure.

The boy looked at me with narrowed eyes.

- [Y/N].. are you sure? I.. I don't want you to feel obligated to do this.. -

How sweet..

His demeanor was suddenly so different.. completely different. He didn't even seem like the boy from earlier, the same one who had kissed me with so much passion and lust, touching my body and sending shivers down my spine.

Hoseok started touching me again, more delicately. He touched me gently, as if he were afraid of breaking me. His caresses were so sweet and sensual.

We kissed softly and passionately, our bodies brushing against each other. The boy somehow managed to pull his keys from his pants pocket, opening the door behind us. Hoseok placed both hands under my ass, lifting my legs. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist, sliding my hands into his soft hair. He walked with me in his arms, his mouth glued to mine, circling the furniture in his house. He even nearly fell onto the beige couch in the middle of the living room, as-with his eyes closed-he didn't notice in time and bumped his leg, moaning in pain into my mouth. Despite his full hunter mood, to me he was still my usual adorable mess.

I pulled away from his lips a little, to check he was still unharmed.

- Hobi..? Were you hurt? -

- No, no, thank you. God, how embarrassing. I wanted our first time together to be perfect, and instead.. -

I giggled at his tenderness, then gave him a soft kiss on the nose.

- It's nothing, really. You're cute.. -

He smiled at me with eyes soaked in love and brought his face close to mine, eager for a kiss. I let him, craving his attention, and he wrapped his lips around mine, moving them sinuously, with extreme care and attention. He was so gentle and considerate, but with just the right amount of pressure and palpable desire. He knew how to use those lips, oh, how he knew how to use them! He added his tongue, intertwining it with mine with constant smacking sounds. Our wet muscles chased each other, playing and teasing each other, exchanging saliva that dripped down my chin. As disgusting as it looked from the outside, we both felt like we were on a roller coaster. My stomach was doing somersaults and my head was going haywire; Hoseok had literally sent my mind into another world.

In a good way.

My brain kept repeating my secret lover's name, in a continuous loop that could have lasted who knows how long. It sounded less like a loop than a satanic ditty.

Hoseok, Hoseok, Hoseok...

And so on, replacing all the other unpleasant thoughts that could have ruined the moment.

The boy continued walking toward the stairs, paying more attention to the objects and furniture around him. I pulled away to catch my breath and to avoid the risk of my poor lover slamming his foot against one of his pieces of furniture again, most likely ending up with a purple slap on his pinky the next morning.

He managed to avoid all obstacles, trying to keep his gaze fixed on me rather than the room around him. When he reached the stairs, he began to climb, step after step, still holding me in his arms. He had no intention of letting me go, even though I wasn't going anywhere.

His hands moved from my thighs to my ass, leaving a hot trail in their wake. He touched me slowly, so as not to rush, but halfway up the stairs, he got a taste for it and, with a little courage and his burning cheeks, began to grope me more boldly, finding enormous pleasure in it. He pressed me tighter against his member, making it clear to me how damned excited he was. Partly playfully, partly to feel satisfied, I pushed my lower abdomen against his, triggering a rush in our bodies that prompted him to attack my neck. He kissed my jaw, slowly moving down to my neck, which he began to lick and kiss lasciviously. He began nibbling and licking a specific spot under my ear, eliciting a few soft moans from me. By the end of our night, I knew that there, and in various other places he was beginning to mark, I would later find some nice, clean hickeys.

We finally reached his bedroom. He kicked the door open with an inelegant kick, slamming it shut again, making the gears clang and creak.

He placed me on the soft mattress in the middle of the room and mounted me forcefully. He knew I was running out of patience, and he was purposely teasing me with his kisses.

He took off my shirt, leaving me in my bra. I was naked and exposed under his penetrating gaze, so I covered my chest with my arms. But he took my hands in his, placing them above my head, not allowing me to move. With my wrists pinned above me and no room for movement, the realization that I was half naked under his gaze hit me like a truck. I blushed violently and swallowed, but I let him scrutinize my exposed body.

Hoseok, on the other hand, seemed to be madly in love with my breasts. He resumed his passionate kisses, moving down my chest to bite and mark my skin with his mouth and his pearly teeth, lingering on the hollow of my breasts. His hand went behind my back, which I purposely arched to allow him to easily undo the clasp of my bra. When the only item of clothing separating his mouth from my body was undone, he lowered it until he removed it and eagerly tossed it to the floor, leaving me completely naked before his eyes.

He observed me with his insistent, lustful gaze, licking his lips, pink with hunger. He couldn't wait to taste me.

He attached his mouth to one of my breasts, sucking and biting hard on my pink button, excited, while one hand teased the other. Wet, forbidden sounds escaped my mouth, a sign of our union, which only increased the excitement of both of us. He pressed his lower belly against my still-covered center, eagerly, making me feel hot all over. I could no longer ignore his size, which I could feel perfectly despite the layers of fabric. And it was big.

He caressed my body, as if he weren't driving me wild with his tongue at that moment. He slid lightly down to my pants, unzipped my jeans, and in an almost classy move, ripped them off, leaving me in my underwear. His hand grabbed the lace-trimmed elastic, tugging and curling it under his expert fingers. I had never felt such a strong urge to be possessed by someone. With a bold move, I pushed my hips against his and his hand again, telling him to stop torturing my poor, innocent little body.

He giggled, so to spite him, I cupped his face in my hands and connected his mouth to mine for the umpteenth time, intertwining our lips and tongues. It was like dancing: for the first time, I couldn't control my actions; I simply did whatever my heart told me to do.

Hoseok finally decided to stop teasing me and slipped his hand into my core. He began stimulating my burning center with his index and middle fingers, rubbing his fingers against the pulsating point. I moaned in pleasure as the numbing sensation spread throughout my body, starting from my warm little button. The boy suddenly pulled his fingers away, earning a disapproving look from me. He smirked in response, lifting one corner of his lips to reveal the pearly teeth that until recently had stained my snow-white skin. My forehead was sweaty and my eyes were shiny with pleasure, and Hoseok's hand was wet with my sin. His fingers traced a path from my core to his mouth, careful to be observed by me. Hoseok opened his mouth and his saliva-slicked tongue danced sinuously between them, licking away everything he could. My expression was one of pure shock, while he even had his eyes closed, relishing my juices. He snapped his eyes open, fixing them on mine, happily observing that he was actually observing me. He was so damned beautiful and sensual... and I had to hold back to keep from moaning shamefully, just from that heavenly sight. And the worst part was that he knew he had this effect on me.

- Why are you looking at me like that..? For me, this is pure gold. - he said, after carefully cleaning himself off.

- You're a monster. - - A monster..? Am I really that ugly? - - Please.. - - Please what..? - - You know. - - No, I don't know. Could you please tell me..? -

- Hoseok.. - I looked at him pleadingly, and he returned it with the most evil, sexy look I'd ever seen him give. I was sure it was going to be a looong night.

The boy slid my black panties off in one move, leaving me completely naked beneath him. It was natural for me to close my legs, but he slapped my inner thighs, forcing me to open them again. He was still dressed, however, and that (in my opinion) wasn't fair at all. I really wanted him to take me, even just with his long fingers if he wanted, but I felt so embarrassed. I wanted him to feel the same way, even if just for a little while. Besides, I hadn't forgotten all the training he did, and I'm sure I would have liked whatever was down there.

And I'm not just talking about his muscles.

So I reversed positions, straddling his quivering arousal. His eyes shone with a strange sparkle.

I grabbed the corners of his T-shirt and lifted them slightly, allowing him to stand up and remove it completely.

All this wonderfulness..

At that moment, I couldn't explain why I hadn't done it before. All that covered wonder.. and I'd only removed the top part.

He had a lean, well-toned chest, not too much, not too little.

I leaned closer to his face, resting my head on his chest, caressing his pectorals and then squeezing them, making him shudder.

- [Y/N].. - - You have bigger tits than my best friend. And even more than Yoongi. - - I didn't think you were so bold, honey. You usually keep to yourself... but you have to admit, I really like this wild side of yours. -

I raised the corners of my lips in a small smile, then began to move my hand, running it all over Hoseok's body and over the curves of his chest. When I reached his pants, I quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, leaving him in his boxers. I tossed the pants behind me, near my clothes, and began to caress his length over the fabric of his underwear.

- Please, honey, hurry.. - said the boy, panting, - I can't wait any longer. -

Beads of sweat dripped from his dark hair as I slowly pulled down his underwear, freeing his aching erection. As soon as it was free, it sprang out like a spring, already wet with pre-cum. I felt the moisture between my legs increase just at the sight of his hard, ready cock, and I moaned at the heavenly sight before my eyes. Veinous, throbbing, and damned large: that's how I would describe his cock.

I resumed kissing his neck and chest, beneath his lascivious, lustful eyes. I smeared his attractive collarbones with my bites, gently caressing them, slowly driving my lover wild. He reversed positions again, so that he was once again on top and the dominant part of the couple.

We pulled away slightly, and he rested his forehead on mine, maintaining eye contact. We connected lips for yet another kiss of the evening; but it was such a different kiss... it was sweet, yet romantic and passionate at the same time, without tongue.

The problem with this kiss, however, was that our private parts kept rubbing together repeatedly. This elicited moans of excitement from both of us.

The boy slid his middle and index fingers to my privates, preparing me for what was to come. He inserted two fingers into my vagina and began vigorously pumping in and out of me, eliciting obscene sounds from my sinful mouth.

His fingers, soaked in my juices, continually smacked against my skin. He removed his fingers and licked them lasciviously, then locked his eyes with mine.

Hoseok plucked up courage and lifted my chin with two fingers.

- [Y/N].. are you sure? If you don't want to, don't feel obligated to do it just because we're at this point. If you prefer, I'll stop.. - - Hoseok. - I fixed my gaze on his, combative and determined in my choice. - I want to make love to you. Now. I'm sure, okay? -

The boy's eyes widened slightly, his pupils dilating as soon as he heard what I'd said. Yes, he wanted to make love too, but I was the one who'd admitted it first. Ours, we both knew, wouldn't be ordinary sex, but love.

Hoseok nodded, making a noise in agreement with my statement. He lowered his face to mine, capturing our lips one last time, and entered me slowly and with palpable apprehension.

I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut and holding my breath. My mouth twisted with pleasure, but no sound escaped. Tears fell silently from my moist, lustful eyes, my cheeks flushed with the heat emanating from my core.

Hoseok opened his mouth, gasping for air. His brown eyes were half-closed, moist, filled with gushing pleasure. He pulled back with his hips, pressing on his muscular biceps and legs. He pushed his feet forward and with a powerful thrust, he entered me again, causing me to moan softly.

My lover retraced his steps and began slamming his hips against mine. He repeated this action countless times, making me die inside. My heart was pounding like never before. It wasn't my first time having sex, sure, but with him it was so different. So pleasurable. It didn't burn, it didn't hurt, it was just... so beautiful. So gentle, yet so satisfying.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, letting out a series of moans and soft sounds, followed by a torrent of groans. The mattress shook and bounced, while the headboard banged against the white wall of his boyfriend's bedroom. Our session would leave a mark on the wall, but I didn't know that yet. In that moment, what I knew was that there was a beautiful, young, muscular boy on top of me, fucking me senseless.

Hoseok linked his arms behind my neck and attached his lips to mine in a violent, passionate kiss. The sound of our union could be heard everywhere, off the walls, from the furniture to the closet, and I knew the neighbors would complain the next day about the noise we were making. Not that my priority at that moment was Hoseok's neighbors. My priority was the boy who was fucking me hard, as if he were in heat.

Hoseok's forehead was sweaty, his hair sticky, and his eyes closed with growing pleasure. His trained hips slammed continuously against mine. I wrapped my legs around his pelvis, giving my lover more access, and he responded by fucking me even deeper than before, thrusting harder.

- More! -

I screamed in shame, making Hoseok jerk. He pushed his cock deeper into my clit, harder, rougher, more.. satisfying. So violently dirty, yet so pleasurable that it made me see stars with satisfaction.

With a few targeted thrusts, Hoseok's cock found that spongy spot I loved so much, and I screamed shamelessly, oblivious to anyone who might hear us. Hoseok understood instantly and began to strike my G-spot with excruciating slowness and precision, grunting. My hands ran down his back, scratching and marking my lover, as he mercilessly slammed me onto the bed. By now I was completely lost; the only thing I could feel was the pleasure building in my belly and the series of sensations Hoseok was making me feel.

I quickly reached the pinnacle of my pleasure. Hoseok joined me shortly after, after a few thrusts aimed at making me ride out my orgasm. Hoseok was panting like an animal; I was exhausted. The young man, applying one last pressure with his forearms, moved from on top of me to roll over beside me on the mattress. He took a moment to catch his breath, then stood up and retrieved some tissues with which he cleaned our sticky bodies.

He returned to the bed next to me. His eyes snapped open and he asked me a question that struck me as strange at the time.

- [Y/N].. you're on the pill, right? -

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- Hey [Y/N].. you believe in soulmates? - - Hmm? -

I asked absentmindedly, still numb from the magnificent orgasm the boy had given me.

I curled up against his broad, slightly muscled chest, closing my eyes tightly from exhaustion. He wrapped his arms around my back, and I in turn leaned my face into his neck, inhaling his head-smacking masculine scent, and I relished his caresses on my sweat-soaked hair.

- Soulmates. Do you believe in them? -

I raised my face for a moment, looking straight at that gorgeous boy, who chuckled at my expression of pure confusion. His light chuckles were music to my ears, still echoing his soft moans, while his warm, slightly labored and irregular breathing tickled my neck lightly, giving me a sense of calm I hadn't felt in a long time. It relaxed me to be there, naked, with him and me under the covers because of the cold, giving each other attention. It was a feeling I would have gladly experienced forever.

- Soulmates? Like.. people who are destined to meet? -

Hoseok nodded softly, chuckling at my dismay and uncertainty on the subject. His eyes narrowed and his heart-shaped mouth opened, revealing his pearly teeth.

- Yeah.. kind of. Soulmates are two people between whom there is a spiritual and emotional affinity, one so profound that it can be interpreted as a sign that those people were predestined to love each other. In short, two people who are destined to love each other forever. Isn't that incredible? -

- Yes.. I'd say it's incredible. Although I don't understand what this has to do with anything now. -

Hoseok placed two fingers under my chin, applying gentle pressure to lift my face toward his. He smiled lovingly, looking at me with his dark eyes as if I were the most wonderful creature in the world. He slowly brought his face closer to mine, as if asking for permission to do so, even though it wouldn't have made much of a difference to me. All that interest he was showing me was beginning to touch my little heart. I nodded slowly, then connected my lips to his in a sweet, chaste kiss. He opened his mouth on mine, while I followed suit, but without adding my tongue and ruining the romantic moment. We slowly moved our mouths over each other, in perfect synchronicity, shaping each other as if we were pieces of a puzzle. Our mouths fit so well that it would have been strange if they hadn't. We broke away with a soft pop, still gazing into each other's eyes. Neither of us seemed inclined to break eye contact, the only thing we could hold on to to avoid collapse. We could have resumed our passionate kiss without stopping, if it hadn't been for our eyes yearning for clarification.

- Wait a minute, don't rush. You're not telling me that.. -

My eyes widened, then I focused on observing his reactions to my surprised face. At first he chuckled, then stopped and resumed looking at me with his languid eyes, covered in mischief. I watched how his face moved with the different expressions he made, from the rise of his cheekbones when he laughed to the lowering of his face to make his face serious again. And I had to admit, I'd never seen anything more fascinating than that face. It attracted me, but at the same time, it inspired a strong trust in me. I felt like I'd known this boy forever, as if we were connected by the universe itself. I'd never noticed it before, but the moment Hoseok pointed it out, I realized what he was saying might have been true.

- No.. You're not telling me we're soulmates, I hope! - - Why? You don't want to? -

He replied, giving her an adorable, mock-sad pout. His eyebrows lowered until they almost met, his eyes narrowed, and he made that little pout I couldn't resist, pushing out his lower lip in an attempt to soften.

- Of course I do! I mean.. that's not what I meant! -

I reassured him, moving my hands in front of my chest, left and right, and raising my voice slightly, agitated.

- Hmm? So what..? -

He asked, with a strange twinkle in his eyes and a mischievous smile.

I let out an exasperated sigh before starting to speak.

- I meant that I'd like the two of us to be soulmates.. that would be fantastic. You and me, against the world.. that's exactly the kind of life I'd like to live. But.. soulmates don't exist, right? -

- Let me explain why you're wrong. You know, people our age have one thing on their mind: love. To be honest, I never understood what they were referring to. Sure, there were relationships, but they weren't serious, and the only one that lasted longer than usual ended with her betrayal. Plus, I felt nothing when I left her. I didn't love her. I didn't understand what they meant when others told me they were in love. I'd never felt the sensation of loving someone. Until I met you. -

My small, defenseless heart leapt out of my chest. I wasn't used to so much sweetness all at once. I was seriously in danger of having a heart attack from too much love. It was the first time anyone had spoken to me like this; that he'd said words like that and made me feel so loved. I urged him with my eyes to continue what he was saying. Hoseok's cheeks were a beautiful bright pink, his attention focused on something only he could see, so as not to meet my eyes and risk getting lost in them. He was embarrassed, and yet he was so cute.. a contrast to a few minutes earlier, when he was anything but cute. But in that moment, his damp hair plastered to his forehead and the blush on his cheeks made him even more charming.

- Look.. I'm not very good with words. But I'll try to explain as best I can. When I first saw you, I couldn't believe you were real. You were so beautiful.. you always are. Even more so now. When you were in dance class**, it was hard to concentrate.. I had to use all my willpower not to jump on you! So beautiful.. your hips moving softly to the music, your legs.. when you danced, you were always so perfect. Not that you aren't now! You always are, I've told you so many times already and I'm repeating it again. When Yoongi banned you from dance classes***, I couldn't see anymore. That bastard shouldn't be allowed to talk to you like that and make decisions for you! You were right not to listen to him.. Come on, look at us. Before, we were almost strangers, with Yoongi as our only point of contact.. and now we're naked in the same bed, talking to each other. Our relationship has changed so much.. for the better, obviously! -

I giggled at Hoseok's statement; it was so sweet I could have melted on the spot. He seemed like a kid with his first crush, awkwardly trying to tell the girl he liked her feelings.

- But Hoseok.. I'm not beautiful. You're the one who's an angel.. - - Don't even try that! You're a wonderful girl, fantastic, intelligent, bold, cute, and who knows what else! [Y/N].. but you have to believe it. - - Okay.. if you say so. - - The first time I saw you, I felt like I'd known you for a long, long time. I knew you'd be someone important to me, and.. it's so hard to talk about it! [Y/N], I think we're soulmates. Actually, I don't think so.. I know! But you.. -

I smiled a little, pleased with everything he was telling me about our first meeting. I'd had the feeling I already knew the boy, too, but I wasn't going to tell him that night. I was too busy listening to him and his carefully whispered words, as if he were afraid he'd break if I refused. But the truth was different: I loved listening to him. His voice was so soothing. I loved it so much, I could never ignore it.

- I mean... What I mean is... I love you, [Y/N]. I love you so much... if you choose me over Yoongi, I promise I'll try to be the perfect boyfriend for you. Even though I'm far from a perfect boyfriend, I want to try to be the perfect boyfriend for you. I want to make you feel good, and I want you to know you can trust me. I don't want you to feel bad, so if you don't want to.. -

- I do. - - Yes, I totally understand that.. wait.. what? - - I want it, Hoseok. I want to be your girlfriend, yours and no one else's. - - Like.. really? -

I looked the boy in the eyes. His mouth was open so wide you could have thrown a fly in, his pupils dilated, and his eyelids were raised in surprise.

- Are you really that surprised? I didn't think I'd be so.. Well, how can I put it.. so.. so! - - Ahhh! You're not so.. so at all. I just didn't expect you to trust me so much, knowing you're also married to Yoongi and the situation with him isn't exactly the best. In fact.. it's really exciting! I'm your secret lover! -

- Hoseok.. you really didn't think I wasn't ready for a relationship with you? - - No, that's not what I meant. I just don't want to make you hurt.. - - You could never hurt me. I love you, stupid. And you're right.. you being my secret lover is exciting. But.. - - But? Don't worry, no matter what you say, I won't judge you. - - I'm counting on it. But look.. it's hard to say. - - Try. I'm listening. -

I looked closely at his face, to make sure I could talk to him 100% about himself. I knew that, no matter what I said, he would be on my side. But, in any case, I was terrified of letting it all out. With Yoongi, I was used to staying quiet and going along with him, so talking openly about my worries was something completely new to me. I was very afraid of starting a new relationship. I was confident when I said I loved him and I trusted him blindly, but the problem was that I didn't trust myself. What if I pushed him away? What if I couldn't please him properly? What if.. My head was bursting with so many similar questions. I couldn't take it anymore.

- I.. I don't want you to see me as easy. I don't want to because I'm not at all. What if I can't make you happy? That would be horrible. I can handle some disappointment, but I would never want to make you feel bad. You don't deserve it, Hoseok. You're too good. -

- I'm flattered, then. If little, introverted [Y/N] speaks so highly of me, I can't help but believe her.. anyway, it'll never happen. -

- Huh? What.. -

I asked, looking up to lock eyes with his. His eyes were full of sweetness, expressing unconditional love and compassion for what they were seeing: my astonished and shocked eyes.

- You could never disappoint me, little one. I love you, [Y/N].. and I love you so much. You have to calm down.. I wouldn't want to be with anyone but you. You're always in my thoughts.. I can't sleep anymore because I'm afraid of what might happen to you. I don't want anyone but me to touch you, I've practically become obsessed.. I hope I haven't scared you now! -

- Don't worry, you don't scare me at all. In fact, you're so sweet! But you have to sleep at night.. otherwise dancing will become tiring and stressful! -

- Ahaha, go ahead, Mom. I'll try to sleep at night.. on one condition! -

- And what is that? -

- I want you to be in my bed every night. I want us to come home together at night, to make sure no one hurts you, and I want to sleep in your arms. I want to wake up every morning to your sweet scent, to feel your body against mine.. Do you accept? -

My face warmed noticeably, turning redder than a ripe tomato. It was so sweet, and I really needed sweet, kind people in my life. I missed being loved.

- Well.. isn't it a little weird, don't you think? Obviously not for me, just.. what if Yoongi finds out I'm cheating on him? -

- Don't think about him, he cheated on you first. He doesn't deserve your forgiveness. Now you have to answer me.. in 3.. -

- What?! No! I have to think about it! -

- 2.. -

- Hoseok.. don't do it.. -

- 1.. -

- Oh, fine! I accept! But you're leaving me no choice, like this! I have to say yes, no way.. unfair! -

- Look, if it seemed too soon, you could have refused. But now it's too late! You'll always have to sleep with me.. -

He squeaked, chuckling at my rosy cheeks and closing his brown eyes in exhaustion. He wrapped his lightly muscled arms possessively around my waist, pulling me closer to him and his warm body. His warm breath tickled my hair, plastered to my forehead with sweat. I closed my eyes, relaxing under his light, loving touch. Hoseok gently caressed my hips, careful not to disturb me, as if he were afraid I might disappear at any moment. He was afraid, too... we were both afraid. Afraid we might hurt each other, that we might hurt the person we loved, that our relationship wasn't working out.

Afraid of making mistakes.

At the same time, however, we were aware of the romantic love we felt for each other, and that it would help us overcome difficulties together.

Together. Me and him. Me and Hoseok.

My head was overflowing with these thoughts, while I was sure he wasn't thinking about them at all. He was like that, a boy without too many worries weighing down his heart and with so much love to give. Love that, if he'd wanted, he could have given to me. I would have accepted it more than willingly, without hesitation.

And maybe, thanks to him, I would have let go of my doubts and fears and lived life to the fullest.

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Hi everyone! I'm Elny. First of all, thank you for reading this fanfiction, which I personally am very fond of. Many of you may have noticed some references to the novel it's based on, so here are the explanations!

*: In the novel, there's another time they do obscenities. This would be the second.

**: The protagonist, Joo-Hee, started taking dance lessons to break away from her husband, Yoongi.

***: Joo-Hee is married to Yoongi, but they don't love each other. Yoongi had started cheating on his wife, and she had done the same, cheating on her husband with Hoseok, after falling in love with him.

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WARNINGS: kissing, dry humping, pet names, Jungkook has a big dick, dom!Jungkook, sub!OC, lip biting, oral m. & f. receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, possession kink, begging, aftercare, etc

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Jungkook gazed at his calm reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, he felt a reassuring presence behind him, which he immediately recognized as Giada. Her girlfriend tenderly embraced his chest from behind, resting her head on his shoulder as much as the height difference allowed. Jungkook smiled at the girl's tenderness, and without breaking away from the embrace, he turned his face just enough to kiss Giada's soft lips.

- Good morning, Kook... are you ready...? - - For the last lesson, you mean...? I don't know. I hope so. - - Hey, it'll be fine. We can finally be together, without having to hide. - - I just hope to stay in touch with the others. - - Is that what's worrying you? -

The boy nodded, uncertainly.

- I think so. - - We'll make sure this doesn't happen. Actually, it won't happen! - - I believe you, I believe you. I'm just a little tense, that's all. I'm going to miss your lessons. - - You'll miss them, huh? And what if, to relieve the tension, I gave you a nice little private lesson right here and now? What do you think? -

The boy held his breath. His teeth trapped his lip between them, beginning to torment him, feeling the familiar pressure of Giada's hand sliding with perverse intent to caress his hips.

The girl's hand slowly moved lower and lower, sensual, lascivious, as her seductive gaze pierced Jungkook's and heated his body. The young man felt a jolt of electricity run down his spine, a shiver of pleasure choking his throat. A tiny moan escaped his wet lips. The two pink buttons were swollen and shiny from all the licking and biting the boy had reserved for his own mouth, due to all the tension Giada had begun to build inside him. He knew what she was doing, from the hand sliding down his chest to the hot breath fanning his neck. Shivers of excitement caused goosebumps to form on his arms.

-What are you doing...? - - Mmhh, nothing. Let me take control, Jungkook... - - You're dangerous... - - Only when I want to be, my love. -

Jungkook tried to maintain what little self-control he had left, but it was becoming increasingly difficult when he was tormented like this by the girl he was madly in love with. Giada played with him as if Jungkook were her adorable little plaything, and the young man was irremediably aroused. He sighed and moaned as Giada's mouth collided with the junction between his neck and his shoulder. The pleasant, slightly tickling sensation spread rapidly across his skin.

Giada gently took his chin and tilted the older boy's face toward her, allowing her to access her sinful lips and her boyfriend's sweet mouth. Her tongue slowly traced the contours of Jungkook's fleshy mouth in a sensual dance. Giada bit the two soft pads of red flesh, drawing a moan from her boyfriend that was stifled by her mouth on his. Their hot muscles played together, chasing and caressing each other lasciviously, their mouths locked together, stifling their moans and wicked sounds. Saliva deliciously wet their lips. Giada and Jungkook kissed with a passion that had been suppressed for too long. Jungkook took control of the action and stole the therapist's breath with his mouth. When they pulled away, both were panting. Their pursed lips were swollen from the passionate kiss they had shared, their eyes wet with liquid desire.

The urge to grab Giada and simply slam her against the wall became a constant thought in Jungkook, an overpowering idea that kept recurring in his head, returning every time the therapist's lips tickled a patch of skin. He panted heavily, trying to stop the flow of dirty thoughts that were beginning to cloud his mind. Him grabbing the beautiful Giada by the hips, her curvy back slamming against the wall, his privates pressing firmly against the therapist's pulsating core, her looking down at him with her watery eyes drowned in lust... ready to take him, ready for him. He had to stop. Damn, he had to stop! If he followed the advice his brain was giving him and simply listened to the urges of his instincts, it would all be over too quickly. It was something Jungkook absolutely wanted to avoid. He wanted his first time with Giada to be romantic and sweet, he wanted her to feel the same things he felt. Giada, however, was testing his limits and didn't know how much longer he could hold back.

The girl traced a trail of hot, wet kisses along his neck. Her arms caressed Jungkook's ribs and abs from behind. Like a tempting devil, she began whispering dirty words in Jungkook's ear, destroying the self-control the boy had worked so hard to maintain.

- Jungkook... can't you hear me? I'm wet for you, just for you. Help me, please. - - Giada... You better stop before I do something I really don't want to do. - - What do you mean? Jungkook, come on. I'm so horny. - - I wanted our first time to be something romantic and pleasurable for both of us, and instead... you know what I'm about to do is your fault. -

Jungkook didn't waste another minute. He'd been teased enough by his girlfriend, and now his patience had reached its limit. He grabbed Giada's soft hips forcefully and impatiently, pulling her against his hard, ready body, letting her feel the effect she had on him. Giada let out a delicious moan of liquid pleasure. The older boy's hardness pressed insistently against her underbelly, and the undulating movements of his hips made Giada feel Jungkook's entire length. And it was big.

- Ah.. Damn, Jungkook.. you're.. You're so.. - - Like how..? Like how, hm? Say it. Say it with that pretty little mouth of yours. What am I..? - - Big. You're big. You're fucking big! How am I going to take it all? - - We'll make it fit, honey. -

Jungkook established a strong, pressing rhythm with his hips. His pelvis repeatedly slammed into hers, and the movement elicited increasingly high-pitched moans from both of them. His thick penis pushed against her dripping pussy, and Giada wrapped a leg around the young man's chest to feel him better. The new angle allowed Jungkook to reach new places. This way, the girl felt the older man's length even more explicitly. He wanted her, he demanded her, he desired her. Their pants still separated their wet privates, now an annoying obstacle to what they both truly desired.

- J.. Jungkook.. I.. - - What, slut..? What do you want from me? Tell me, tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. I'll make you feel so good.. You're my whore, yes..? - - I want you inside me, Jungkook.. please, take me! Make me yours... - - Mmhh, I don't know. Are we sure you really want it...? You know, bouncing on my big cock... feeling me inside... - - I want it! I want it, Jungkook... please... I can't resist anymore... I want your cock, give it to me! - - With pleasure, doll. -

The lust was becoming too much. They were impatient, craving their partner's body. Giada had never felt so excited in her life. She could clearly feel her panties melting before Jungkook's lustful eyes. No one had ever looked at her with so much desire and pleasure. She felt the desire to be possessed growing within her, overwhelming, and eagerly she pushed her core against the boy's hard erection. Jungkook, at the umpteenth teasing movement of the girl's hips, gritted his teeth, eager to begin and make Giada his.

He grabbed his girlfriend by the thighs, signaling her to jump. The girl immediately understood the beginning and wrapped her legs around the young man's chest. Jungkook easily held her slimmer, more feminine body. His hands flew to Giada's ass, and a series of adorable little moans erupted. He slapped the skin a couple of times to hold the waters in, but noticing the arousing reactions Giada was having, he decided to touch her more forcefully. He eagerly pushed her ass against his rigid shaft, but eager to have the therapist's warmth enveloping him and squeezing him inside her, he detached her body from the wall she was pressed against and carried her in his arms to the bedroom they shared. He kicked open the door, dropped his girlfriend onto the mattress, and then ran to close the door. The key remained in the lock, unturned. The two weren't expecting anyone; they wouldn't be disturbed. Jungkook took Giada's cell phone from his pocket and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed, but not before silencing it. He then knelt in front of the bed, face to face with Giada, who was sitting comfortably on the soft mattress. Jungkook looked at her from that perspective, from below, licking his parted lips.

- Lay down, my beautiful whore... I want to make you feel good. -

Giada nodded frantically and quickly positioned herself in the center of the bedside table. Jungkook smirked and crawled up onto his girlfriend, whom he kissed tenderly. Giada was amazed to feel the sweetness and consideration he showed her, her previous passion completely gone. She locked eyes with the young man, and he looked at her with such love and adoration that she thought she would melt beneath him.

- Are you sure, love? We don't have to do this if you don't want to. - - I want to do this, Jungkook. I feel the need to be possessed by you, completely. -

That was the approval Jungkook needed to regain all the lust he'd lost during the kiss.

His hands quickly stripped the girl of her tight shirt, and the young man's eyes lingered for a second longer than necessary, staring at the therapist's breasts. Giada blushed under Jungkook's heated gaze, but she didn't cover herself and let him admire her body, fascinated.

His lips ended up on the girl's neck, and began sucking and kissing the skin between her neck and collarbone. Giada tilted her face, giving Jungkook as much access to her body as he requested. On her skin, the young man painted hickeys, bites, and dark marks like a painter, proof to everyone of his possession of Giada. He rose from her only to admire his handiwork and sigh in satisfaction. The trail of kisses continued further down, past her collarbones, over her breasts, across her stomach, all the way to her lower abdomen, where Jungkook forcefully sucked on a patch of skin until it turned red and purple.

Giada tingled with anticipation of what would happen next. Her boyfriend's hot breath hit her dripping center, covered by her pants. Jungkook unbuttoned Giada's jeans, all the while looking straight into her eyes. With a quick, impatient movement, he slid her pants down to her hips, then removed them completely. The piece of clothing ended up somewhere on the floor.

Jungkook took a few seconds to admire his handiwork. Giada's dirty, wet pussy, waiting only for him, the fluids leaking from her, and the intense gaze he was looking at her with was only making her condition worse.

His tongue slipped out of his mouth and timidly tasted his girlfriend's folds, moaning at the salty taste. On top of him, Giada screamed with pleasure. Her back arched and she closed her legs reflexively, but Jungkook's head between them prevented her from doing so. Excited, as if enchanted by his girlfriend's reactions, Jungkook rolled his tongue over Giada's pussy again. The fluids she was releasing were like a drug to Jungkook. He swore he could have ejaculated shamelessly just by tasting Giada's pleasure on his warm, wet tongue. His body was heated with arousal, and his cock was harder than ever; he had never felt so horny in his entire life.

In a moment of lucid awareness, he wondered how he had managed to deprive himself of such pleasure for so long.

However, that flash of realization was almost immediately swallowed up along with Giada's juices, which drowned out any other thoughts Jungkook might have had.

The therapist's hands tangled in her silky hair, tugging and moaning in pain from the constant thrusts of Jungkook's tongue. The muscle penetrated deeply inside her, reaching her clit, and she craned her neck, hitting her head on the pillow as an unexpected wave of pleasure hit her. The orgasm had been so unexpected that she hadn't even had a chance to warn Jungkook. Not that he complained; he ecstatically licked her pussy, lustfully cleaning it of all the remaining symbol of Giada's orgasm, then stood up and straddled her.

Too impatient to wait for her to recover from her previous orgasm, Jungkook raised an arm and without warning Giada, slipped a finger deep into her vagina. She immediately opened her eyes and looked into Jungkook's, too shocked to even speak. The stimulation was intense, but Giada quickly felt herself getting wet again for him, her Jungkook.

- Wet already, baby girl...? And to think you just came with just my tongue, without anything to help you. Do you realize how dirty you are? -

The therapist realized afterward that the young man's words were more than true. She had come untouched on Jungkook's face, dirtying it.

- No... I didn't think you weren't happy about it, Kookie. - Don't call me Kook, baby girl... call me Jeon. - - Kinky, I like it. -

Giada was forced to stop speaking when a finger slid into her wet pussy, eliciting a needy moan from her. The finger slid in and out of her body slowly and lasciviously, its movements aimed at destroying her and making her feel every inch of her boyfriend's shaft. Jungkook pulled the finger out of her, and added another, which he curled inside her body. He quickly found her clit and caressed it with his long, sensual fingers. Giada screamed in ecstasy of pleasure. Her orgasm was building once again inside her. She trembled under Jungkook's expert hands, but he didn't give her the chance to come on his fingers again. He quickly withdrew them from her, causing a sound somewhere between a moan and a ragged groan to emerge from her hole, battered by Giada's bites.

The girl looked angrily between her legs, finding a grinning Jungkook already, gleefully mocking her and her impatience. When Giada gave him an angry look, Jungkook responded with one of his trademark smiles.

- Oh, no, doll... if you really come, you'll do it on my cock, not my fingers. -

The therapist's mouth immediately closed at her boyfriend's dirty yet equally inviting words.

- Then hurry up and undress. -

Jungkook smirked at the girl's statement, but didn't reply or complain. He would punish his girlfriend's impertinent behavior later. At that moment, he had other, more important things to think about, such as the painful erection that had been aching and twitching in his pants for some time.

Before removing his pants and underwear, the young man grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. His sculpted body was revealed to Giada, who, with fascinated eyes, took in his muscular figure. Her hands went to his belt, teasingly circled the fly of his pants, and finally began to unbutton the buttons holding Jungkook's member tight, one by one. His jeans fell to the floor with the therapist's. Jungkook remained in his boxers; decorating the stretchy fabric was the taut curtain that hid his elongated penis. Giada swallowed at the size. Slowly, Jungkook removed his boxers, leaving himself naked before the girl's burning gaze. Giada had never seen anything so large.

- Do you like what you see? - - It's... it's... well, you're beautiful, Jungkook. - - Come closer, sweetheart. It would be a shame not to enjoy your boyfriend's body, don't you think? -

Giada didn't need to be told twice and sat up. With trembling hands, she traced Jungkook's pelvis, mesmerized by the way the skin seemed to bend and mold under her fingers. Jungkook had a beautiful body, toned and fit, and Giada had fallen in love with it the first time she saw him naked. Jungkook was perfect, in every sense of the word. She touched his prominent pectorals and probed them with her fingertips, testing Jungkook's reaction. When she heard a moan erupt from her boyfriend's throat, she slid her hands further down, toward his groin, and grabbed Jungkook's length with both hands. He spasmed under her therapist's touch, and she took this as a cue to continue touching him, running each knuckle over the veins of his cock. Soon, Jungkook was under her control, and Giada couldn't help but love the power she had over him. However, after a few minutes of Giada sliding her hand over his hardness, Jungkook stopped her by placing his own hand over hers and forcing her face toward him, cupping her chin with one hand.

- That's enough. Otherwise, I'll come right away, - Jungkook said, his voice hoarse and restrained by pleasure. - Lie back, princess. Now is the time for me to make you feel good. -

Giada nodded, excited and eager to begin. She quickly lay down on the mattress and eagerly awaited her partner's arrival. Jungkook positioned himself between her legs, in the space Giada had created just for him. The young man swung his hips against the therapist's pussy and rubbed his thick shaft against her throbbing core. The girl thought he would take his time to properly tease her and make her crave his hard cock, but she was wrong. Jungkook's lust was so intense that he couldn't wait another minute, and with a fluid movement of his hips, he buried himself completely inside Giada's vagina. His length entered the therapist's tight pussy, and his balls collided with her ass. Neither of them let out a breath as they did so. As soon as Jungkook managed to push himself into her vagina, his size nearly touched her cervix, and Giada cried out in delight.

She tried to get used to the considerable intrusion. Her pussy ached from Jungkook's size, and her walls sucked his cock even deeper.

- Aahh... Jungkook... Jungkook, it's so big... - the girl moaned, groaning in pain and pleasure. The young man's cock pushed deep inside her fragile body. She felt as if Jungkook's hardness was about to break her from the inside, tearing her in two. It burned. It wasn't the first time she'd had sex with someone, but her partner's size was not to be underestimated.

- How... How do you feel... - Jungkook hissed, trying to hold back and not give in to his desire at the sensation of his cock deep inside Giada. His instincts told him that he should simply bury his penis inside the girl and fuck her senseless.

- I feel... good. Just give me a few minutes to recover. -

Jungkook moved slightly, trying not to hurt the girl beneath him too much. He waited a few seconds, then, unable to contain himself any longer, he thrust his hips forward gently. Giada's reaction was immediate. The young therapist opened her mouth wide and screamed, immediately covering her lips with her hand to prevent any further sounds. Jungkook, however, not satisfied with Giada's solution to silence, grabbed both of her hands and brought them above the young woman's head, holding them in place with his fingers.

- Don't hold back. I want to hear you scream how much you love being fucked by me, baby girl. -

Giada, therefore, with her hands locked, could only scream, completely at Jungkook's mercy. Her boyfriend's powerful, piston-like thrusts sent his hard, tense cock to every inch of her pussy, hitting every nook and cranny, not missing a beat. Jungkook was working hard to find that corner of her that would make her scream with pleasure. It was like discovering Giada's body. His hands eagerly explored every inch of skin, his sweaty palms caressing every inch they could reach, his labored breathing pleasantly tickling Giada's ears. The wet, dirty smack of their skin colliding echoed off the walls, mingling with Giada's delighted cries and Jungkook's animalistic bass.

The boy was getting closer and closer to his release, but he continued to ponder inside his girlfriend as if nothing was wrong. Every now and then, a soft curse would escape his throat, followed by a high-pitched squeal from Giada after a particularly hard thrust. Jungkook wasn't giving the girl any respite; she didn't even have a second to breathe before Jungkook was back at it, his deep thrusts making her moan in despair.

Giada felt her orgasm building powerfully inside her, and her whole body tense as her need to let go grew closer.

- Jungkook... Jungkook! I'm about to... -

Jungkook immediately understood what Giada wanted to say, just with those two strangled words she coughed out and that vain invocation of his name.

- Come for me, doll. Come on my cock and let me feel how good I'm making you feel. -

The dirty words pushed Giada to the limit. The girl arched her back, almost levitating off the bed from the stinging pleasure she was experiencing, and the tingling sensation she felt exploded inside her. Her orgasm hit her like a runaway train. Her mouth screamed her boyfriend's name in a silent cry. Jungkook cursed as he felt the girl's juices soaking his still-tight shaft. He thrust into the therapist's body for a few minutes, during which Giada moaned and groaned at the stimulation, then suddenly he stiffened completely and released his creamy load into the young woman's pussy. His hardness released in spurts of sperm, and his cock immediately softened with release.

The two remained joined for a few seconds, glued together by the sweat and sperm that had meanwhile begun to drip from Giada's body. Jungkook finally pulled his soft penis from her. Giada let out a few plaintive moans. The young man then made her lie on her side, and after recovering from his intense orgasm, he got up from the bed and walked away from her. He returned with a damp cloth in his hand, which he used to clean the marks from the wild sex they'd had from the therapist's body. Giada's eyes were closed, she was completely consumed and ecstatic from the experience she'd had with the young man. Her boyfriend watched as she curled up on his sweaty chest and slowly fell into a deep sleep, a satisfied smile on her face.

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Jungkook had never felt happier in his entire life. The boy was living his dream; it felt like he was floating on a cloud, levitating in the sky.

And it was all thanks to Giada.

He and the therapist hadn't been apart since that night when Jungkook had come to check on her health and take care of her at her house. In the morning the young man had woken up to the sound of birds in the background, the sun caressing his skin, and the smell of milk and cookies gently tickling his nostrils. In the kitchen, in the other room, Giada was having breakfast in silence, scrolling through the day's news on her phone. As soon as she noticed the boy walking in from the bedroom, she greeted him with a smile and raised her colorful mug in his direction.

- Good morning. Well rested, Jungkook. Sleep well..? - - I slept really well, thanks. - He mumbled, still half asleep.

It was true; it had been a long time since Jungkook had slept so peacefully. Lately his sleep had been disturbed by numerous nightmares that woke him in the middle of the night, but with the therapist's scent soaking the blankets, Jungkook's nightmares had calmed and the monsters that tried to bite him at night had finally quieted down.

- Thank you for letting me stay. - -Don't mention it, I couldn't exactly let you go out in the dark! I was glad to have you here. Want me to get you something..? - - I would love that. Milk and cookies will be perfect, thanks. -

Giada nodded and set about giving Jungkook what he'd asked for. They had breakfast together, chatting without keeping track of time. When they'd both finished, Giada gathered the plates and the boy helped her wash them, despite her protests. Finally, they found themselves sitting side by side on the therapist's couch, waiting for the moment when Jungkook would leave. They were both afraid to admit they would've preferred to stay together a little longer. The boy took courage and looked Giada in the face.

- Giada.. - - Mmmh? -

The girl's attention turned to him immediately.

- Um... I know I'll probably bother you, but... would you like to go out with me today..? - - Yes! I mean... yes. I'd really like to go out with you. Where... where would you want to go..? - - Truth is... I don't know. What do you think about just walking around the city..? We can get ice cream, walk along the Han River... just be together! But maybe... you might get bored.. - - No, of course not! I'd love that. I prefer simple dates. - - This... is a date..? -

Giada turned toward Jungkook.

- But of course! A real, proper date. Don't... Don't you think it's a date..? - - What?! No, of course not! I mean... no. Wait. I don't think it's _not_ a date. I think it is a date. Uhm. - -Then it's settled! Make sure to let your friend know, so he doesn't worry. - - No problem. I'll let Jimin know I decided to go home later. So... shall we go..? -

Giada smiled, and with one last sip finished the milk she was drinking. The young man had finished breakfast too, so together with the therapist he collected the mugs on the table and washed them in the sink, while Giada changed in the other room. There was a kind of silent understanding in the air, the comforting feeling that everything they were doing seemed perfectly natural. The two understood each other with just a look, without needing any words between them.

Jungkook hadn't brought any clothes, so he put back on what he'd been wearing the night before, hoping it didn't smell. Before grabbing his phone and wallet that he'd left in the bag he took to school, he checked himself over meticulously more than once, to make sure he was perfect and looked his best in the therapist's eyes.

Giada had decided on a simple, fitted white t-shirt and a pair of pants. They were more than fine, considering the date they intended to have together. They both finished getting ready quickly, and Giada's apartment door closed heavily behind them.

A few minutes later they were side by side, on the sidewalk under the building where Giada lived, walking toward Seoul's green area. As Jungkook had already suggested, the two were heading to the bank of the Han River, to enjoy the day in each other's company without having to think about anything else. The fresh air on the riverbank was a balm for their stressed minds. Living in the city center could be stressful, and it was no coincidence that Giada had preferred to spend a quiet day with Jungkook away from the city's radar. It was a chance to clear their heads, as well as just be together and bond.

As they walked together, something came to Jungkook's mind: not much time was left before the art-therapy course ended.

- Giada... there aren't that many days left until school's over. - - Mh..? Ah, no, that's true. Aren't you happy the year's about to end..? - - Definitely, yes. Even though... there are a few things I'd like to ask you. - - I was wondering when you'd start asking me questions. Go ahead, ask away. - - Don't you take classes too..? To be a therapist you'll need some kind of certification.. - - Actually, I take classes online. I've taken courses and online classes, and I'm still studying for some exams. But I've already got all the certificates I need to teach art-therapy. - - Wow..! Al... Already..? But you're so young! - - Thanks! -

The sky, with its sun tinting the waters of the Han River red, yellow and orange, creating a romantic, sweet atmosphere, was a quiet backdrop that pleasantly calmed Giada and Jungkook. The two walked along the riverbank, over the fresh grass, looking with nostalgic eyes at the light reflecting on the water's surface.

- So... the year's going to end soon. - - Yeah. That means that... - - The art-therapy course will end too. - - ..The art-therapy course will end too, yeah. -

For one fleeting minute they stayed silent, awkward, hesitant to speak first and continue that conversation that was painful and uncomfortable for both of them. Neither of them wanted to address the topic.

- With the last lesson... do you think our paths will part..? - - I... I don't know. But I really hope not! I mean, you and I are... yeah, more than just therapist and student. Jungkook, I don't think we'll separate. You already came over to my house on your own, now we're going out together on a date. I don't think our relationship will suffer for it. - - Then I want to believe you, Giada. If you... if you say we'll keep seeing each other, then... I want to be able to believe you. - - You have no reason not to. After all, you have my number, now my address too... and you slept over at my place last night! You even told me you like me! - - And it's true! I really do like you, Giada. I want our relationship to continue. Count on me! I'll make sure you and I don't lose touch. I'll text you every day, I'll come see you whenever I can.. - - Okay. Okay! Perfect. And I'll try to go out with you more too. We can't let distance ruin our relationship. We used to see each other outside school hours before, so why not keep doing it..? - - True. I missed having breakfast with you.. - - I'll admit it, I missed it too. I can't wait to start again. -

Jungkook smiled, happy to hear that the therapist felt the same way he did. He moved away from the girl just to sit on the grass in front of the Han River, in a sheltered spot where no one else had gone to sit, so nothing or no one could disturb them. Giada reached him quickly, unafraid to let herself fall down beside the young man. They stayed without talking for a few minutes, letting only the sound of the wind shaking the leaves and tree branches fill the silent quiet. The distant shouts of groups of high school students then overlapped with the rustling of the air, completing the scene. The corners of Jungkook's lips lifted slightly. As with the night, it was strange that he felt so serene and at peace with himself. It had been far too long since he'd taken a break from everything else. He finally had time for himself, to think about nothing that wasn't trivial and seemingly mundane things, like for example the smell of the river water or the echoing shouts of the high schoolers camped nearby.

It was perfect.

Jungkook wanted to stay like that forever.

With his therapist, his girlfriend, the person with whom he felt at peace.

The person with whom he felt he could live forever.

Jungkook had never believed in predestined love. Soulmates..? Nonsense. Lovers chosen by fate? Stupid lies, stupid beliefs fed by books and media, that gave people false, empty hopes. He had personally experienced an empty love, he knew the pain of not being able to fully love someone and of not seeing that someone return his feelings. For years he'd believed love would never come for him. For years he'd been convinced nothing would change his mind, and the experience with Namjoon had only fueled his beliefs. It simply wasn't true-fated love didn't exist. Disappointing, but Jungkook had learned to live with that reality despite the ache in his heart at never being able to feel true love. And yet... the attraction he'd felt that time, in the art-therapy class, when he'd met Giada's gaze, had been immediate. She'd given him hope, his heart had started beating again thanks to her. She had saved him. She'd been by his side, she'd looked after him, doing what Namjoon should have done, even though she and Jungkook didn't have the close bond he and Namjoon had.

Jungkook had never believed in predestined love, yet he couldn't deny how much Giada had made him change his mind.

- Giada.. - - Tell me, Jungkook. - - I love you. - - Oh. Oh! Just like that..?! What... what's gotten into you.. - - You're panicking. Is it because you don't feel the same for me..? - - No! No, absolutely none of that! - - Then what is it.. - - It's just that I... - - You..? -

Giada turned her face toward Jungkook. She was ready to snap at him for asking her such an uncomfortable question, but to her great dismay she found Jungkook already ready to look at her. Her breath caught in her throat, her breath momentarily left her chest. It was as if the oxygen had been stolen from her by the psychedelic, fascinating sight of the young student. She closed her lips, realizing how stupid she'd look in the eyes of the boy she'd learned to love if she kept opening and closing her mouth without saying anything.

- I was kidding. I don't expect you to answer, you know. I was just teasing you a bit. -

With a touch of disappointment from Giada, Jungkook turned back to look at their reflections on the water, no longer paying attention to what the therapist was doing. But she was of a different opinion; she wouldn't let Jungkook be devoured by the feelings tearing at his heart.

- Jungkook. You're ignoring me again. -

At those words, the boy turned toward the source of the voice in a flash.

- I'm... really..? I mean...! That wasn't my intention.. - - Now you're the one panicking. You need to calm down, take a deep breath and look me in the eyes. And now, repeat after me: I too.. - - I too. - - ..Like.. - - Like. - - ..Giada. - - Giada. I too. Like. Giada. I too like Giada. - - Exactly. I like you too. I told you, Jungkook... I'm not immune to your charm. But... -

This time it was Jungkook who noticed that the girl had shifted her gaze from his and set it on the river.

- We just got out of two relationships, and you don't want to feel pressured or make me feel pressured. I know. And... Now that you mention it, actually... you must have felt awkward earlier. I'm sorry. - - It's nothing. The important thing is that you're okay with yourself, and that you don't feel uncomfortable talking about love after... well, everything that happened with Namjoon. You know what they say... Time heals all wounds. - - Ah, I wish I could believe you. - - Uh, you don't think it's true..? - - Not at all. In fact, I think the exact opposite. It's not time that heals our wounds, but the people around us. If I were the only person in the world, I'd have nothing to do but dwell on the bad things that happened to me. I'd never get better. It's thanks to others that I'm improving and able to love again. It's thanks to everyone who's been by my side and who's still with me... it's thanks to you. -

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Jungkook and Giada had just gotten back to the girl's house when the student's phone started trilling nervously, as if it had been cursed. The two had opened the apartment door, they hadn't even had time to set their things down before Jungkook ran to answer, knowing how much Jimin cared about him, the one who had made all the calls, and being aware that he would never call unless it was an emergency.

As soon as he put the phone to his ear he was immediately overwhelmed by the sea of sobs coming from the other end of the line. He instantly understood that the tension that had been building between Taehyung and Jimin over the past few days had finally exploded, so he decided to run home right away. He said goodbye with a kiss on Giada's cheek and the promise that he'd call her later, then ran to catch the first bus that would take him back to the area where he lived, trying to hurry as much as he could.

After turning the keys in the lock and flinging the door open, the first thing that came into his field of vision were Jimin's damp eyes full of heavy tears. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened; Jimin had tried to confront Taehyung about their relationship, but the other hadn't wanted to hear what Jimin had to say and had pretended nothing was wrong. Jungkook promised himself that this would be the last time something like this happened. Jimin didn't deserve any of what was happening to him, and Taehyung needed to understand the nature of his ex-friend's feelings. The youngest of the three was tired of all the pressure that had built up in his house. With the budding relationship with the therapist, Jungkook felt better than ever, and he wanted Jimin and Taehyung to feel the same.

Taehyung was locked in his room, wanting to avoid Jimin at all costs. The dark-haired boy would never open the door to the blonde, but maybe if Jungkook asked him to come out he would agree. First, Jungkook picked Jimin up and, under the small boy's weak protests, carried him to his bedroom. Then, after retrieving the key to Jimin's room, he went to call Taehyung.

As Jungkook had predicted, Taehyung recognized his voice and opened the door. The older boy wasn't in much better shape than Jimin: the bags under his eyes were obvious, his irises wet with tears, and it was immediately clear that he'd been crying. Jungkook's heart broke at the sight of his friend, but he kept carrying out his plan to make the two reconcile. He dragged Taehyung out of his room, convincing him by pointing out that Jimin wasn't in the living room anymore and therefore he could come out without fear of running into him. However, instead of taking Taehyung to the kitchen like he'd said he would, he took the older boy to Jimin's room, without him even noticing.

Taehyung was pushed from behind into Jimin's room. The blonde was still lying on the mattress in the center of the room. When Taehyung raised his head, he was met with the heartbreaking sight of the blond boy with his body turned toward the second wall, giving him his back, crouched over himself, shoulders curved.

- Jungkook..? - Jimin mumbled, without turning around. Taehyung didn't open his mouth, too scared to speak, and immediately turned his back to Jimin, who meanwhile had started turning to see who had come in. - Tae..? What... What are you doing here?! -

Before Taehyung could leave, Jungkook had already locked the door, sealing the two ex-friends inside. Taehyung sighed and gritted his teeth. With all the willpower he had in his body he slowly turned toward the blonde, now sitting on the bed. He decided he would resolve the issue once and for all, and trying not to seem too stiff he went to sit next to him. He forced himself to release his clenched fists and loosen his tense jaw, so as not to give Jimin the impression that he was angry with him.

- Jungkook... Locked us in. - - Oh. - - Yeah. -

The air was thick with tension. Jimin and Taehyung didn't look each other in the face, even though both knew this was the moment they should clear things up. And while there was awkwardness between the two inside the apartment, even outside the door, out in the open air everything was fine. Jungkook had gone out to get some fresh air, no longer able to stand the palpable tension inside his house. He'd left Taehyung in Jimin's room; now he was counting on Jimin's ability to talk to make the wall Tae had put up between him and his friend collapse.

Not wanting to get in the middle or take sides in their fight, the younger one had chosen to go out and let the two resolve things between themselves without anyone disturbing them. He'd take a walk around the city, he'd buy an ice cream and then he'd go back to the apartment, hoping that in the meantime Taehyung and Jimin would have made peace.

He went to the park, walked around for about twenty minutes and relaxed on a nearby bench, watching the sun slowly begin to set. Then, he bought some pastries at a bakery nearby and devoured them on the same bench he'd been on before, with the sun's rays lazily caressing his skin. He stayed in the same spot for more than half an hour, just so he could watch the slow sunset live. Finally, when he noticed how dark the sky had gotten, he picked up his things and went home.

Inside the apartment the air had eased. There was no longer the unbearable, palpable tension, but the atmosphere was calmer and more peaceful. Jungkook assumed that was a sign his plan had worked. Grabbing the key, he pressed his ear to the wooden door, trying to catch any sound coming from inside. Not hearing anything in particular except the blankets on Jimin's bed moving, he turned the key in the lock and peeked inside the room.

He shouldn't have.

Jungkook was immediately greeted by the sensual image of Jimin lying on his back on the soft mattress, his legs and arms firmly wrapped around Taehyung's body, above him. The raven-haired man's mouth was possessively claiming Jimin's, while his hips thrust insistently against the blonde's erogenous zones. Both were sweating and panting heavily. So engrossed in their passionate kiss had they even noticed the younger man return, watching them in shock.

When Jimin let out a loud moan at a particular thrust of Taehyung's hips, Jungkook decided to leave them alone and instead retreated to his bedroom. By now it was dark outside; he couldn't go out for a walk anymore and leave Jimin and Taehyung to do whatever they wanted. He grabbed his headphones, connected them to his phone via Bluetooth and got into bed, hoping the music would cover the sounds that had started coming from Jimin's room.

Despite the noises, Jungkook smiled. He was happy that Jimin and Taehyung had mended their relationship and cleared things up. He and Giada were doing well together, they had talked and deepened their relationship. Jungkook decided he would tell his two friends how things were going between him and the therapist once they were done.

There was nothing tormenting him anymore. Everything was perfect. Jimin and Taehyung were together again, Giada had given him a chance.

A future together was no longer just a vague dream, but a reality right in front of him.

It was so close he could have grabbed it, if only he'd reached out far enough.

And so he did.

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- Mattia... he cheated on me. -

The words poured out before the therapist could stop them. Giada let out a sigh of relief the moment the sentence left her lips, instantly feeling a wave of lightness-a weight lifting off her back now that she had finally told someone what had been haunting her for the past few days. To be honest, she had felt the need to reveal what was bothering her to a real, flesh-and-blood person for a while. It was the first time since Mattia's betrayal that Giada had spoken about it with anyone. She would have been lying to herself if she said she hadn't been anxiously waiting for someone to notice the change in her usually positive and carefree behavior. Jungkook had realized something was wrong; he had come all the way to her house just to ask if she was okay. The girl blushed at the thought and felt a strange sensation envelop her from within, like a newly lit fire starting to burn in her chest-a feeling she hadn't experienced since the peak of her relationship with Mattia. She brushed the thought away, shaking her head and trying to think of something else.

- He... he did what...? -

- He cheated on me. He cheated on me, Jungkook, with another girl. Do you remember that teacher we saw together a few days ago, the one he was flirting with? Yeah, her. I found them in bed; I caught him right in the middle of the act. It was embarrassing, you know? Embarrassing. So much. I wanted to cry. He didn't even look at me. He didn't even notice. But I broke up with him anyway. Via text. Do you want to read it? Do you want to read the message? Look here: 'I think the two of us aren't compatible. I hope you're happy with the girl you have now. See you around.' It was easier than expected. -

- Giada... -

Jungkook tried to stop the cascade of words pouring from the girl's mouth. Despite the flood of sentences drowning him, he listened to every single word, everything Giada had to say. His eyes lingered on the therapist's, seeing how her watery eyes had gradually grown damp. The girl didn't want to show it; she tried to hide the tension and sadness that were slowly taking over her body. She hated when people saw her in such a pitiful state, but it was hard to resist all the emotions constantly pushing to get out. In front of Jungkook, her defenses lowered completely. In front of him, she managed to say, without any inhibitions, everything that had been stagnating inside her lately.

- And he... do you know what he did?! He replied that he was sorry things ended this way between us! Can you believe that?! As if the end of our relationship was my fault... - - Giada! For goodness' sake, listen to me! -

Only then did the girl realize that Jungkook had been trying in vain to speak the whole time.

- Tell me. I'm calm now, I'm listening. Yeah, I'm calm. Very calm. - - You're not. And, if I can be honest, I'm worried about you. Are you sure you're okay? Is there anything I can do for you? - - No! There's nothing you can do. Mattia has left me now... if I had known he was cheating sooner... if only I'd realized sooner what kind of jerk he is, I would never have started dating him! - - Hey, hey... calm down. It's okay. We all make mistakes... I wouldn't have dated Namjoon either if I had known what kind of person he was beforehand. It's fine. What matters is making it right. It's not your fault, you know that, right? - - Of course. I know it's not my fault. He's the one who cheated. Although... - - Although...? - - Maybe if I had been more careful, all of this wouldn't have happened. - - I just told you not to take the blame. Come here, you need a good hug. - - Jungkook, what are you doing? Hey! Don't come any closer! - - You helped me get over (at least a little bit) the breakup with my ex; it's my turn to return the favor. So, I'm hugging you now. - - Jung... oof! -

The girl didn't even have time to protest before the heavy, overly muscular body of her student overwhelmed her. Jungkook had practically thrown himself at her; he didn't even give her a second to put down her coffee cup before his arms were wrapped around her.

Giada froze. Her entire body was locked in the older boy's grip, his warmth making her relax. Rhythmically, she lost all her stiffness and let herself go to the pleasant sensation of the heat surrounding her. How long had it been since she had lowered her defenses like this in front of someone... the first had been Mattia. He had been the first person for whom she tried to leave behind all the prejudices and the things people said about him, wanting to trust him. She had been wrong. Trusting Mattia had been a mistake, a futile error that Giada never wanted to repeat.

The second person Giada felt free to breathe around was Jungkook. With his kind doe-eyes and long black hair, he had immediately made a dent in her heart, but she had tried to suppress her feelings, aware that a relationship with him would be impossible for them. Now, however, neither of them was taken. Was something possible with the student, now that they were both free?

- J... Jungkook... You're suffocating me... - - Ops. Sorry. - he huffed, pulling away from her. He sat back down on the small sofa, continuing to look at her with his large, dark eyes, while Giada thought quickly of something to say to break the awkwardness that was slowly freezing the time around them.

- Well... first of all, thank you. I feel better now, you didn't have to worry so much about me. It's okay. - - Hey... don't you remember what I asked you during our first art therapy lesson? - - How could I forget? You asked me who would help me if I had to help everyone around me. - - Exactly. And you want to know something? I've just decided that I want to be the one who helps you through the hard times, who will always be by your side. I want you to count on me. So, don't feel embarrassed if I hug you or if I try to reach out to you. Giada, let... let me be the one to heal the wounds Mattia caused. - - Jungkook... I trust you. I've always trusted you; I know you would never hurt me. But this thing between us... - - Don't act like you don't feel that... thing that sparks every time we're together. I know you feel it too. - - I'm not denying it. - - Yes, you are. - - Jungkook...! -

Giada groaned in exasperation. When he wanted to be, the boy could be stubborn. Giada could clearly feel the surge of energy that passed between them whenever their skin brushed or their eyes collided. The shivers surfacing on her skin and arms were undeniable proof. However...

- Jungkook. Now shut up and listen to me. I'm not denying that I feel something for you. It's true, I like you; I realized it a long time ago. Now that Mattia or Namjoon aren't in the way, it might seem to you that something could finally blossom between us... and in fact, it might happen, if you like me too. But is it right to start seeing each other after such a fresh breakup? I'm not talking about me, Jungkook. My relationship with Mattia was practically non-existent. I'm talking about you. -

At that point, Jungkook went silent. Giada was right. His relationship with Namjoon had been draining for him; it had ruined him deep down and hurt him emotionally. Even if his faint feelings for Giada were pure, the boy couldn't start dating someone else without having fully recovered first.

- I... You're right. I don't know what I was thinking... - - Don't you dare take it all back! It's out there now. Rather... do you like me too? -

At that unexpected question, Jungkook suddenly looked up and found Giada already leaning toward him, her expression an undecipherable mix of serious composure and impatience. He didn't hesitate to answer for even a second.

- Certainly! What a question-of course I like you! Otherwise, what was the point of that whole speech about wanting to be the one to help you? - - Hey, sorry! -

Jungkook chuckled as the therapist threw up her hands and jerked her torso back in a protective gesture.

- Why did you ask? - - It wasn't a test, don't worry. I can see in those gorgeous, bright eyes of yours that what you feel for me is genuine. - - Then why...? - - Listen to me carefully, Jungkook, - the young woman began, a spark of something undefined lighting up her eyes, - I like you, and you like me. Neither of us is ready for a new relationship right now, and we both came out of our previous ones damaged and not quite ourselves. So... how about we help each other? -

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat.

- Let's help each other. You, me, together. I'll help you get over Namjoon as your therapist, and you'll help me get over Mattia as a friend. Little by little... and when we're ready, we can finally be together. What do you say? But don't you dare fall in love with anyone else! Just so you know, I would never forgive you, not for anything in the world! -

Jungkook smiled-a deep, sincere smile that came straight from the heart. That smile quickly turned into a laugh as he realized what she meant by those last sentences. He felt ecstatic; even though she hadn't accepted his messy confession, she had been sweet and kind, immediately offering an alternative. An alternative that, for him, was more than okay. It was true: they weren't ready for another serious relationship. But... they both needed a friendship, a friendship they would find in each other's company.

- I'd love to. We'll start as friends, Giada, then best friends, and finally, once we've both healed from our exes, we'll become lovers. You know I could never fall in love with anyone else... I only have eyes for you. - - You'd better, Jungkookie. You'd better. -

The two gave each other sugary smiles, happy to have finally reached an agreement.

- So, should I... head home? - - Don't you dare! How about I show you my place and you stay here with me for a bit? It's gotten dark; I don't want you going out. It's dangerous. - - Isn't it even more dangerous if I go home later? - - Then stay the night at my place. -

Jungkook was taken aback by the girl's boldness, but he didn't dare argue or say no. It was a unique opportunity that he wouldn't waste for anything in the world.

- Why not? As long as there's space for me too. - - I'll take the sofa bed, you take the bedroom. What do you think? - - No way. I'm taking the sofa bed. Now, just give me a second to call my roommates, okay? I don't want them to worry. - - You have roommates? I didn't know that. - - My best friends, Jimin and Taehyung. I think you've seen them at least once. - - I think so. Go ahead and call them, don't worry about it. In the meantime, I'll order a pizza. What kind do you want? - - For me? A Margherita will be just fine. -

Giada smiled and nodded, then went to sit on the kitchen stool, giving Jungkook a few meters of space to talk to his friends. The phone rang several times before Jimin answered the call.

- J... Jungkook? - - Jimin hyung. What's up? Is everything okay? - - Sure. Of course everything's fine. Why do you ask? - - From your tone, it sounds like you're crying. If something's wrong, you can tell me. - - I know, Jungkook, I know... but don't worry about me, I'll be okay. Now, do you want to tell me where you are? You didn't come home at the usual time today; I have to admit I was a little anxious about you. - - Look, the same goes for me. I'm old enough to manage on my own. - - I know, don't you start repeating it too. My bad. Anyway, are you coming home? - - No. Today I went to see Giada, the therapist who does art therapy at our faculty. - - Oh, the girl you like? - - That's her. I'm staying at her apartment for the night. - - Alright. Just make sure you get home safe tomorrow! - - I will. What about you... are you sure you don't need me there with Taehyung? I know things haven't been the best between you two lately... - - I appreciate your concern, but I can assure you I'll be fine. Have a great evening with Giada, okay? - - Alright. If you say you're fine... anyway, if anything happens, don't hesitate to call me! I am your friend, after all. - - You're such a pain. If something bothers me, I'll call you, fine. See you tomorrow! - - See you tomorrow! -

Jungkook hung up and turned toward Giada. She smiled warmly, then walked over to him.

- So...? - - So what? - - Do you want a tour of the house? - - I'd love to. - - Great! Let's start with the living room. Or rather... uhm, the room you're in right now. Do you like it? -

Jungkook chuckled and looked around. After admiring the living room, he approached the bookshelf and began reading the titles one by one. He noticed books on art: volumes dedicated to painting, architecture, and sculpture; tomes covering art history from the classical era to more recent times; and a vast amount of books on contemporary art, from Impressionism to the most modern styles. An entire shelf was dedicated exclusively to art volumes. On the other shelves, novels, comics, and fashion magazines with the latest news were arranged in an unknown order. In the gaps between the books and magazines sat small sculptures, no larger than five centimeters-truly tiny. They had the most diverse shapes, and there were seven in total: seven colorful, miniature, and lovable sculptures, even though Jungkook didn't know what or who they were. They looked like animals; there was a pink rabbit, a horse, a white animal similar to a llama, a koala, and two others Jungkook couldn't quite recognize. The first looked almost like a cookie, while he was unsure about the second. Was it perhaps a heart? He shifted his attention to the ornaments-sculptures and vases with strange shapes and bright colors. Then, he turned to Giada and smiled.

- I don't know what these creatures are, but they're cute. Did you make them? - he asked. Giada looked at the sculptures Jungkook was pointing to and nodded.

- Yeah. They're BT21. They're the avatars of my favorite band! Here's Cooky, Tata, Chimmy... and Koya, RJ, Mang, and finally Shooky. - - They're adorable. - - Thank you! - - I want to see the rest of your house. - - Be my guest. -

The girl's bedroom was minimal; nothing was out of place. As in the living room, the walls were adorned with paintings that Giada had likely painted herself. The room was simple: a closed wooden wardrobe and a chest of drawers containing who-knows-what, with a vase of dappled flowers sitting on top. The bed had a white duvet and a matching cover. Next to the bed was a nightstand with a lamp and a book with a bookmark between its pages. Beside the bed, near the window, were shelves with painting supplies, paper, sketchbooks, markers, pastels, and albums from several Korean bands. Jungkook sat on the soft, plush bed, his body bouncing slightly on the mattress springs. Giada sat down next to him.

- You know... I'm glad you came here. Earlier, I really hoped you'd go home, but I have to admit that your presence here has done me a world of good. Thank you, Jungkook. - - You don't even have to say it. If you really want to pay me back... give me a kiss. - - A... kiss? Didn't we say we'd take things slow? - - Just one. Please? -

The therapist smiled sweetly. She leaned forward, and in the blink of an eye, pressed her full lips against Jungkook's cheek.

- Hey! Just that? - - Are you seriously complaining? - - I want a real kiss. A 'kiss' kiss. - - Mhh. Come here. -

The older boy chuckled, amused by the young woman's tone. He leaned forward, claiming the long-awaited kiss. Giada leaned toward him in turn. Their lips met in a tender kiss, sealing the beginning of their relationship.

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Jimin couldn't take it anymore. He didn't know how much longer he could stand living with the boy he had loved for so long, Taehyung; he didn't know how much longer he could go on without telling him. He had skipped his classes, knowing Jungkook had his art therapy course, and had used the afternoon to relax and spend some time alone, in his own company. He had watched television, eaten junk food that would surely make him feel sick, and watched time slip by without doing a thing. He had a test next month and needed to start studying, but in that moment, he didn't have the slightest desire to even get up. In the end, he told himself he would worry about the future later.

The minutes passed slowly and inexorably. Taehyung came home, and the younger boy was surprised to see the blonde-haired boy back so early. Something must have happened. He sat down next to him. He asked him what was wrong, how school was going, if he needed any help with his studies. He asked him if there was a girl he liked. That was the point of no return for Jimin.

He couldn't hold back the flood of words that poured from his red lips; he told his friend everything he had greedily kept to himself over the years. He told him about his crush, about his unrequited love, and how, in reality, he had always been in love with him.

Taehyung didn't answer. He didn't speak. He simply stared at the stitching of the sofa and the faux leather it was made of. He didn't interrupt him; he didn't have a single reaction to Jimin's monologue. It was only when he heard Jimin sob that he looked up, searching for his friend, but he found himself facing a sobbing mess with eyes red and swollen from tears. His hand moved instinctively to wipe away the water streaming from Jimin, but Jimin stopped him, getting up from the sofa and heading to his room. Taehyung called out his name faintly, but it was too late. Jimin locked the door and wouldn't let him in, not even hours later. The younger one heard Jungkook call. He wouldn't be coming back. And Jimin... Jimin would stay locked in his room all night.

Taehyung sat back down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and spent the rest of the night staring at the clock hands moving, patiently waiting for Jimin to come out.

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Okay no i actually can draw MUCH BETTER than this but I drew this shit in literally 20 minutes so idc

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